Submissions by Keushwalker

Can you understand?
The weightlessness of the soft sand
That pours through your veins
And enters your brain, only to find it
Detached.

Why do I long for
That feeling of flying,
It's so ecstatic,
Yet always cut,
Very sharply,
By impact.
Or is it the reverse?
Like dirt grinding
Into skin.
Sudden. Abrasive. Intimate.
White noise as air rushes by.
Forced from your lungs,
Or departed from mine.
Time slows down,
Movement speeds up.
Sensations run wild.
Tingling throughout the spine.
Pain, followed by pleasure.
Or is it the reverse?
The need for control,
The want to give in.
To lose it all in an over-gripped...

We all crave
To get a little twisted,
Or to feel a bit righteous.
We shouldn’t moderate life.
Our soul won’t expand.
                   I am an atom.
A piece of some puzzle, yet,
I don’t matter – neither do you.

Last night I had a nightmare about having nightmares.
It was a simple one.
I was lying awake in bed,
Realizing once again that when I closed my eyes
The demons would run rampant again.