Somber

Visits frequently

Needs some distraction

To get my footing

Onward

Despite

The bearable woe

As if it consumes

Especially

These lone times

Of thinking bleak

Almost

Losing hope

To where shall I turn

Fostering

Strength

Once again

Fighting the ebb

Shunning the other side

MAC

They work so that they may live

I cried
troubled again
so confused
with rotten
vision of
seldom scary

thoughts
there is to
come
once again

Untitled Martian

Rain and teardrops
dripped together in a muffled scream
of reverberating madness
as it pour in a rhythm
Where shall she ran?
Where shall she go?
To undo the magic
that sparked from within
is this to end?
or this to expand?
it could pop
in the head
in the heart
to bring
remorse
to bring
a captive
of relentless dreams


MAC

Sleepless in June's Heat

Elusive, O you slumber!

Mind at play

Body in disarray

Sweat drippin

From the heat smokin'

With the hammering thuds

Of the nearby fixture

All the more

The eyes to stare

On  the white ceiling

Come now

O sleep

To peace I shall rest

But nowhere

Are you passing

None at all

My stupor

Acquainted to jam

My creative thinking

MAC

Respring

I'm so damn bad!!!

Every teardrop is a waterfall.

If you're in to the alternative genre, you knew that the second line of this post is a song title. But why did i say i'm so damn bad? Because i realized that i stepped beyond the border far enough for me to look back that i can no longer run back in a flash.

Merci

is all that i await...

Compassion

is my only hope...