My mind is like a spirit box with only one channel. Static and gibberish chained together to make sense. Sentences created from the random. Heart scanning the frequencies for meaning. Communication that might not have happened otherwise. *** God says to not converse with spirits. I think I know why. A different spirit box covering…

I was one of those upset kindergarteners. Every class had one. The kind that fell apart the moment mom was out of sight. Crying hot tears until they could barely see. Led inside by the teacher to distract. A subject change the only fix for a breakdown. *** Kindergarten was inside a fenced area with…

I had ingredients laying around. Items reaching the end of life expectancy. Left over from previous recipes or visions that never turned out right. Perfectly usable but inedible on its own. Slightly stale but nothing the heat cannot fix. Just disappointing left to rot away. *** It does not matter anymore why they have not…

It comes out of the blue. A change. Transcendence from normalcy to the place of a king. A feeling that cannot be manifested into being. A kind of bliss no drug can cause. An elevation of being. *** I rise on the heat. Carried by wings of the butterflies I can feel. My own song…

I look to the bright sky just out of reach. Lilac galaxies glitter like fine jewels scattered on ashen cloth. Shifting slowly with the light as we move. Common as sand but far more precious. All the more valuable for being unobtainable. Diamonds kept under bulletproof glass. *** Most people see the universe and feel…

Tiny fixed fireflies suspended in time. Forever broadcasting the same message. Hope and cheer against the cold dark night. Tiny friends attempting to hold back the loneliness. Weak solo, but together strong. Brave little soldiers. *** They could live here, there, or anywhere. Alight on a tree for the winter. Or perched like protective gargoyles…

Am I ok? One minute I feel unimaginable pain. The next I feel nothing. Who can say if it was a one time deal. Or a coming storm. A simple warning shot. *** What level of pain is ok? It has been my shadow for years. Darker now than it used to. But not the…

Why won’t you look at me? You see straight through me. A ghost in your life and treated as such. Pretending that it might fade away. Too terrifying to even show recognition of. Unwanted and uncared for. *** Why won’t you look at me? I need you more than ever. A support in my life…

Please, let me not be the reason you stumble. Falling back to old habits long lost. Letting that wave of destruction pour through. Washing away those buildings that you made with such care. Reversing all the progress in one swift move. A kind of emptiness that cannot be expressed in words. *** If you are…