Small bursts of time
Allow me to shield myself
Beneath the heavy blankets;
Allow me more chances
To chase the creatures
Of my dreamland.

Alarm Clock

April 8, 2008

The screech of my alarm clock
like the crows outside my window
cry for my to rise,
to face the sun,
but I’m met with cloudy skies.

Would I
see differently
if my eyes
weren’t brown?

It must be just
a myth that
blue eyes
are more
sensitive
to light

Don’t erase
let it
flow
let your
mind wander
down your arm
through your pen

Why can’t
I just write
like this
when I’m at
home?

The broken
sentences
can be quite liberating

I wonder
how many dots
are in each ceiling
tile?

The mold
and stains
add a touch of irony
to its perfect
white
surroundings

My brain hates
me
because I didn’t
take enough aspirin

My poor
brain
how it
suffers

I want to shave
my head
sometimes

I know how Britney
feels

Sometimes hair is
just too much of a
hassle

If I didn’t
wear makeup
today
would anyone think
I was
a man?

I’m sorry that
I enjoy a short
haircut

It’s easy to fix
and I can sleep in
later

I have a crushing
headache

The weight of the
pain is stifling

I wish I could drain
out my skull

to relieve the pressure