Pauper-Circumstance

Worry about life, it worries not for me. These things I carry, so worrisome. A test this week, two essays the next. Homework! do not forget, Try and do your best. Books and paper          and pencils              and pens weigh me down         down Yet the anchor, sinking me, my mind, my heart, down, are those, things, simple, complex, little things, called emotions. Worry: will my grandma make it? what about my mom? my aunt and uncle driving crazy, like ants over bodies. My father and brother, work, work, work, work, My dog, alone, alone, alone, alone. My friends, are they alright? My dearest one, so loooong I haven't seen her.

The man awoke to a blinding light, scourging his eyes until the man was forced to keep them closed for a substantial amount of time. His mind raced, wondering where he was that there would be such a potent light. A police station maybe? He didn’t hear any muttering or voices. In fact, there was no sound at all. The man regained strength in his eyes and opened them once more, prepared for the blinding light. He squinted, waiting for the light to subside, and it did, slowly. He tried his best to search his surrounding, but he could not make out much. Then, towards the back, appeared the silhouette of a man. “Who are you?” ask

I find myself defying deaf noises screaming voiceless cries thinking thoughts of naught. happy, has dropped its “why” leaving me lost in a forsaken wasteland smiles have turned upside down the fire I touch burns like ice. I wander in my memories and dreams. hopes have turned to ash when I reach to collect them, revive them they slip through my fingers burying themselves in the world’s earthly tomb. I find myself searching for answers only finding more questions, more doubts I seek guidance, a path. yet I find before my feet no roads to lead me there where do I go now?

you can’t hear my cries my wailing in the corner every lonely moment i think of what we used to be the snarky remarks the annoying gestures the constant teasing our wonderful bond i cry for those moments, that seem so long ago at a time when i thought things got better i guess i was young you may have forgotten but i haven’t those moments of laughter and joy and friendship even though we hadn’t met i felt i knew you and you knew me there was harmony in our words going step and stone together i long for these moments again, i long for them so much i’m so lonely i scour old messages to make me feel wanted to remem