Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

Hell inside my head

Don't tell me it is nothing 
For I know better 
I am going through it

My demons are mine
I'll tackle them in my own time 
You don't need to worry 

Stay put, keep distance 
I have history of hurting friends 
I need space to sort 

The hell is in my head
Devil lives within
Hush! He hates noise

Let him devour my soul 
Tear me apart in pieces 
I'll be back soon 

But first I need to die
Succumb to my pain 
Bleed under his torment 

And when his anger subsides
I'll be reborn, from my own ashes
Ready for another hell
Another devil, another torture
But stronger than before...

Beautiful Imperfections

Perfection doesn't attract me 

Broken pottery 
Dim star next to the brightest one in sky

There's an untold story everywhere 
I am attracted to the untold, unknown. 

Falling out of love

Falling out of love
It's wonderful.
Much like falling in love.
But with yourself.


Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

Richard Siken