Submissions by annalampman

This place is a nightmare disguised as a day dream. I am planning my own demise. The infection has spread but everyone is blind to their own sickness. I am lightheaded , my lungs are refusing to accept the air that I am inhaling. I lost myself somewhere in my misplaced hope. How did it get like this? Why do you get the luxury of being deceived by color while I see the world in black and white? Why do you hear the music while I hear white noise?…

The sinks have been stained red. The walls are being torn down . The smoke still fills my lungs but somehow I am paralyzed. This is the first day that I have woken up to the sun in my eyes. This is about the moments that are too divine to be photographed. This comfortable silence that we share is delicate, but there is no way to describe it’s worth. I cannot allow myself to put down in words how remarkable you are because the words that I write are not fit to describe you. I am stranded in the labyrinth of understanding you, but I cannot seem to shake that there is a feeling of reciprocity...

numb is all that I feel.
no emotions,
this cannot be real.
A sensation defined by the lack of your touch, leaves me melancholy.
I am numb, and that very numbness seems to burn from inside my brittle bones.
I am numb but perhaps,
it is better that way.

The little bird
broke it's neck
trying to get in.
but now,
it lays there,
motionless,
still outside.
twitching,
thoughtless,
limp,
and bleeding.
wishing for death
but perpetually stuck
with a painful disability.
all because
it wanted to go
somewhere warm.