Submissions by KateMonroe353_swim

Just think about the flowers
Their voices are racing in my head, bouncing off the sides of my brain.
why are they so loud?
Their argument ended days ago, but I can still hear it.
why does everything hurt so bad all the time?
I can't think
I can't breathe
am i drowning?
No, you're on your bed.
It's too much
It's too loud

Just think about the flowers.
soft pinks and vibrant blues, their voices are slowing down
long stalks and small buds, their voices are fading
I'm in a giant field of flowers, running down...

The Fully Conscious Dreams

Fully conscious

Wide awake

Yet when and if we finally share them, they were but the inexplainable creations of our mind deep at rest

So twisted and dark that we don’t know where they came from, well we pretend we don’t know

We know where they come from

We know where these dark bits of our mind that slip out come from

But we do not acknowledge it, we do not allow it to be reasonable

For some pain is too great to bear as truthful

We push them aside
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