Merry-go-round

I live life like in a sprint—
A lighted matchstick
Stuffed all of myself in every strike
I could not repeat anything twice
Each day, I become a little less

But dirty dishes and laundry ground me
They taught me that life is ongoing
(They taught me rest)
It is everyday; it is in the breath I take
No matter how sick or tired,
I’d draw in one more breath

So enjoy the ride
In this merry go round
Keeping alive is never wasted time

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Learned helplessness

You’d eventually learn
That it is a long, long time
To await for day break

You’d understand
Your consciousness is futile
As it is paralysing

Cruising the edge of
Insanity, blurring lines of
Dream and reality

The rhythm of blood
Pumping at your ears, mocking
The count down of eternity

You’d eventually believe
Trapped in a forever present
Like a dream you cannot awake — an irony

In this dream,
You are alone.
And alone, you will always be.

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Sunflower

I only wanted to be free
Live against the gravity
Infinite, the colour white — I am sunlight!

But if I am light
I cannot love the shadows
How can I fly? With half body heavy in soil

Each of them
Formed a vein and spread like roots
I am no sunlight, I am only a sunflower

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Act of pain

Pain is a strange thing
Full of lies, it will be
Painting stories of tragedy
you will learn to believe

Into the role, perfectly
Pushing at you, screaming
Crying. A disgusting mess of
Madness and grief

Sorry I let the poison of pain
Swallow me; I forgot to see
Every time I clawed at you,
You’ve only responded with love

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