Word Bubbles

I’ve got so much to say

I spray foam words from my mouth

Not intelligent words

But clear, striking and authentic

They float off in the sky

As bubbles

Exploding into rainbows

But

Sometimes I use words that are false

That are overly complicated

That confuse

My mouth emits a soggy fog

that lays a mist

On everything I see

The sun tries to break through

While I’m left in a mist

Of my own making

Peace of mind – Part 2

Thousands of faces

Hollering, whimpering, screaming, yelling

Passing through me and around me

Some confused, lost

Some angry

Some blank as if they’re

Desensitised

 

I scream with them

My own individual voice

Added to a harmony of pain

I move my own face

It seems I’ve lost my body

 

I try to look past the faces

To find a background

Bewildered

I just can’t get past

them

 

I feel red rage filling my cheeks

I charge through them

Eyes watering with anger

 

There is no background

Just endless, tormenting faces

Unavoidable eye contact

 

I slow and tire

My face becomes numb

I drift with the whirpool of faces

Not bothering to find a background

No one can look past their own face

Why doesn’t anyone help me

I am miserable

 

They open the window

And I’m back again

 

 

Peace of mind – Part 1

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I sit here in a room

Well I think it’s a room

I’ve walked from side to side

From what I could feel:

Four walls

Four corners

 

It’s so dark in here

The only way I can see

Is during the day

When they open the window

Letting the sun shine through

When they shut it

I can’t tell whether my eyes are open or not

Am I sleeping or am I awake?

Standing or sitting?

 

The window is shut

I reach inside of myself

I search the lights of my soul

They’re dim

But brighter as I move closer

They line up along rails

On a pier

leading to the centre of the sea

I follow them

 

Reaching the end of the pier

I look down

There’s a long drop below

Into a whirpool

A vortex of black and white

 

I see others jumping from their piers

Sucked into the waters below

They seem to know what they’re doing

I jump

 

And follow