what is behind my eyes

is no monster

but an uncouth creature

who does not understand its own nature

and so conceives a new one

to be known

is to be prey

in the length of my mirror

to hold my thoughts

on pen and paper

i hold them in contempt

when i wake up

every flame of rage

and of despair disapates

and pools somewhere far off

waiting to flood my mind

to be known

is to lay in my own gri...

Every time I close my eyes, I can feel the ocean tide rocking me. I breathe in and I am pulled away from shore. I breath out and I am pushed closer. It dosen’t take long for my imagination to grasp my senses, then all of a sudden I can vividly feel the breeze on the tip of my nose and sand grinding between my fingertips. Beneath me, the water is hardly to my waist. Slowly I can feel the water get ...