Silent Times

I live in my head.

At times it can be

too much

too little

a constant stress for me.

I write words so beautiful

yet when I am called upon

there is no eloquence

no ability

to not stumble over my tongue.

I know it is intense.

Were you to have a glimpse

see within

roiling

tossing

the way sparks fly

not one thought

sticking to me

you may run in fear.

When I become too tired

unable to contain

I retreat into silence

shutting down

blocking everything out

for if I do not

insane I will be.

Oct. 22/18

Photo by Wei Ding on Unsplash

Pretty Colors: Plain Jane

***This is the start of a story poem. I really enjoyed writing it.***

Pretty colors

dance along the walls

eyes following

tracing

seeing insanity written.

Vivid

brilliant

blinding

bewildering

the list goes on.

Emotions I feel

when the pills run out

and the little girl comes out to play.

Locked in a cell

thinking I have no escape

’til along came my other half

the badass bitch.

Compared to me

Plain Jane.

With the wave of her hand

the lock clicks free

I am able to follow

ready to run through the night.

I feel myself fading

as I become a part of Badass Jane

knowing

I was in for some fun.

Sept. 6/18

Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash