No thoughts. No prayers. No hope. No remorse.
Tag: Poetry
Headlights
Headlights mark another highway like mismatched string lights. Lines of solemn beams endlessly cascading together to form vibrant clusters against the skyline... Eventually becoming nothing but hazy blurs in the growing distance... Until consumed by darkness... And gone from sight.
Floored
Go ahead... Try to gain my attention through your sociopath facade... Because your knowledge of my favorite foods and movies... Leaves me speechless in awe. (Sarcasm) Okay I'll be honest... I'm actually left quite floored... That such a knowledgeable narcissist like you... Thinks I still give a fuck anymore.
Disassociated
Empty eyes staring blankly. Focused only on the disregarded imperfections on a painted plaster wall.
Obsolete
My thoughts are stagnant and my words obsolete. My expressions are ignored and my strengths muted. My feelings are degraded and my emotions gaslighted. And my worth... Completely meaningless to you. But as soon as that whiskey sits in your hand... And you take a couple swigs... It's interesting how fast my worthlessness to you can never be recalled.
Another Night
Dark circles mark another night without rest. Another night with dreams too lucid and nightmares too obscene. Another night with a mind restless and writhing in every position. Another night with blankets in a choke-hold until light overcomes the curtains. Another night gone... And marked solely without rest.
The Takedown
I look back and remember how carefully I placed all these photographs in these cheap Tjmaxx frames... Three pristine prints in complete symmetry. The glass left free of hairs... stubborn dust... and fingerprint smears... Hanging in perfect unison. But now... Now I can't even look at them long enough to take them down.
Mind Fucked
There it is... The inevitable feeling of constriction and suffocation from nothing more than my own intrusive thoughts... I almost missed it.
Absently
Absently she peers into a memory, with empty eyes and an eyebrow arched... Stubbornly lost in the same thoughts, she's unable to depart...
Ms. Depression
I feel her slowly creeping in like a snake in the grass... Ready to make her arrival... Ready to take over this body... And ready to constrict this unmedicated and vulnerable version of me...
AO Poetry 
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