Bend

Time bends
but does not break.
I wish
I could say the same
about myself
but I am
far more fragile
and far less flexible.

Insomnia = #Micropoetry

I want to live
the life I see
through rose-colored glasses.


Inching towards my self
at a snail's pace or kid's crawl
soon, I will arrive.


You had best believe
that I am still becoming
everything and more.


Really want to sleep
alas, it's not happening.
Well-played, restless mind.

Answer

What is the answer
when everything goes wrong
and you find yourself
drowning on dry land?
What keeps your heart beating
your lungs breathing
your mind maybe believing?
Where do you look
when you forget where you begin
want to cash it in
engage in mortal sin?
Look within
the answer is you
and by you
I mean
me too.

Unstoppable

It's cute

the way you still think

you can still fool me

hold me back

make me feel small

alter the eyes through which

I see myself.

You enjoy 

that hollow supposed victory

your alleged triumph

while I smile

somewhere you will never see

knowing the truth.

You only had that power

when I lent it to you

and little do you know

I took it back

long ago

and you will never

ever

see it again.

Betrayal

Just when I thought
I was finally numb
I was struck dumb
by the agonizing pain
of your knife
stabbing me
in the back.

Insomnia

Typing truth
through sleepless eyes
perhaps unwise
but clearly distinguishes
my truth
from others' lies.

Space

Needless space
between your face
and mine.
But hey
that is always the way
fuck distance
and time.