zombie brains.

My brain is a disaster area,
It can be melodramatic,
I give myself the creeps.
I see things that aren't there.
I hear voices that tell me things I shouldn't know.
I understand the pain in peoples hearts,
even though I've never felt it myself.
Some days I'm crawling up the walls,
others I never leave my room.
I'll end up alone,
due to my lack of desire for the human race.
It's alright with me.
I hope to become a zombie anyway.

Lithium

Today I found my friends,
their in my head.
I don't like to listen to them,
but they control my thoughts.
one is a black mass,
he likes to scare me
and produce depression in my brain.
The other is Red,
she likes to play games,
but she has a wicked laugh.
They say that I should kill someone,
they bother me about it a lot.
It feels as though its more to satisfy their need,
rather than mine.
But I'll go along with it.
or maybe I won't.
I guess you'll have to read the newspaper to find out...

Coma

I feel my insides condensing,
from the pain you left behind.
I feel I might explode from this
terrible sensation.
You killed me with your words,
you stabbed me with your actions,
If I don't soon die from this,
I hope to go to sleep..
and never
wake
up.

ugh

You could call me a dreamer,
a hopeless romantic,
shy, maybe even a tad bit crazy.

But i'm me.

And that's all I can be...

rough rough rough draft...?

     Victoria entered her room, startled at the mess. She hadn't realized just how many dirty shirts she owned. She couldn't remember the last time she cleaned her room.  She hopped onto her bed and turned on her laptop, she went to check her Facebook. She had taken the risk of adding one of the most popular boys at her school. She closed her eyes tightly as she pressed the enter button, when she opened them she saw that he had not added her back. She sighed slowly.

 

Scrambled thoughts

sea side dreams
flowers blossoming
grass swaying.
I ponder the things of this world
and make a map in my mind
one that I can later explore.
But every time I go on an adventure
my path is different.
I get frustrated and sometimes angry
but I usually forget the problems they cause
because they create happiness along the way too.

Stormy weather.

It's lightning outside,
but there is rain in my head,
My thought process is scrambled,
as I'm lying in my bed.
My worries are overwhelming me,
as the lightning strikes near my window.
A flash,
A gleam,
and then its gone.
A few seconds later,
the thunder leaves a blustering noise in my ears.
I shutter, but recuperate.
As does the earth.
The rain lets up,
and I realize the earth is done crying,
as should I.