A free writing

A sea of roses

A rose of thorns

A thorn of crowns

A crown of crows

A crow of thrones

A throne of knives

A knife of jade

A jade of night

A night of death

A death of souls

A soul of seas

I'm fine

I'm Fine.

I'm Fine.

You know something is wrong

I can't hide it anymore.

I'm Fine.

What do I tell you?

I don't know whats wrong.

I'm Fine.

She says its the keyword 

for something isn't right.

I'm Fine.

I feel like my brain is bursting

and won't stop churning.

My hand is like a velociraptor

violently clawing  the words and thoughts

viciously onto the page

as if desperately clawing out

a cave to weather the coming meteor storm.

I drive faster as if my little

Civic can somehow escape these

uncomfortable, manic feelings

of what must be borderline insanity.

Scratch, scratch, scratch,

little raptor claws.

Am I not Fine?

Certainly nothing is wrong but my swirling thoughts

and shaky hands saw otherwise.

something feels wrong

and I am desperate to feel fine.

I don't care if its the blue pill

or the red pill morpheus

just make it stop.

Hummingbirds and Sunlight

The cool brass against my bare skin is relaxing like a soft breeze on a hot day.
The little sun pendent bouncing off my chest in tune with my stride, catching the light and reflecting it back out and away, as if it really was its own brilliant star.

I find myself caressing it between two fingers, deep in thought. Ironically in my head I am caressing something as well, but something very different, something warm.

The clink and clamber of life snaps me back to reality, and I let the pendent slip back into the depths my shirt.

Desire is a powerful thing. It controls you, shapes you, defines you. A hummingbird will starve to death if it doesn't find nectar every few hours. Are we all just hummingbirds flitting around the flowerbeds?