Bottled Up Thoughts

  We are all peaceful cowards you, me, et al.; making homes out of words, living life in false fantasies and hypothetical affairs. We build palaces in the name of love, just to wander homelessly feeding apologies to our underloved hearts. We are all peaceful cowards you, me, et al.; masking faces behind forced filters, dumping feelings behind backspaces and archived drafts. We love people more than our own bodies, the mirrors throwback a reflection we don't recognize anymore. We are all peaceful cowards you, me, et al.; wearing no smiles of our own, hiding scars behind long sleeves and sunflowers. We fear unrolling our hearts into the open just to watch them shatter, harder each time. We are all peaceful cowards you, me, et al.; walking the roads never taken, piling petty rocks to build mountains of strength. We wait for the right time to arrive, shelving volumes of battlegrounds for another day. -J.

  One day at a time, it's supposed to take 21 days for something to shape into a new habit. I'd ask, How long would it take to break one? You'd shown places so beautiful I never imagined of. Addiction, was what you were called by 'em all yet you felt like home; Rapidly intoxicating layers of my body, and then my mind. Who knew you and I, weren't meant to be? So I went on to give up on you. Day one And I'd started looking at the world Far beyond your eyes, distinctly in despair. Toxic thoughts and tiring times, your presence was all that my skin craved for. Six days straight I howled in pain, draining denial with my tears that rolled down every night. For the next one week, Agitating voices echoed all day long eternally whispering how perfectly we fit in together like forgiveness was all you desired. For now, I know you were an awful dream by and by that I chased absurdly. In the four days that followed Th...