Blackout
A Tapestry of You A Love Poem. Content Warning.
A Tapestry of You: A Love Poem Before you, my reality was a material, huge and pale, Brushed with the grays of normal, a dreary story. The sun rose and set, an anticipated dance, Making no imprint on my spirit, an empty region.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Poets
Writing on meds . Content Warning.
As I am writing this, I chugged a good amount of sleeping pills. Not to kill myself of course but to calm myself down before I go to bed, to stop the nightmares that I normally have. They work too well must admit, I can't feel a thing. 20 minutes have already passed. I'm in my bed now. I hear the wind blowing, and my dog scratching the doors. He wants to lie down next to me. I can't get up, I can't force myself to go to him. I feel peace. I feel emptiness. The type of empty heart that other people have. I have now a normal heart, the one that feels nothing in times like this, in times of being alone in bed. Alone and bed. Bed and alone. Dog scratching doors, wind blowing.
By Sleeping Pills 2 years ago in Poets
Hungry Always
Being 6'1. 180 lbs. I am always hungry with a veracious appetite. High metabolism does not help at all. Only intensifies the lust for food. Appetitive behavior, or so they. Calories burning in my forgotten body. Consumption a must. Proven that hamburgers are tasty. As I search for a reason for this problem, I wonder how others' deal with it? I am not the only one with this sinful pleasure.
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
