Xanadu
 

The glass is stuck. Encapsulated by calloused skin, unsure if it is still in. But with every stinging step  it’s confirmed. The tweezers urging it to leave. The shard grasping to stay. It prays, pleads, and persuades. The cold metal tries but the translucent piece won't go. There is no telling if it is still there unless you take another possibly  painful step. I could never understand why it would want to stay  if it was being begged to leave.

Face stained with confusion. Comprehension becomes routine. Being overwhelmed provides comfort. Moments of silence instil worry as rest feels unnatural. Undescribably dystopian. Why can’t  you take a break? I exist on my fingertips swiftly jabbing each key. I exist in the crease of my hand forming a tight knot, my pencil tightly gripped. I exist brooding at red markings of my mistakes. My existence is tension filled. I am where there  is no room to breathe. Fuelling me in an

To pertain to, Appropriate for another To be unique yet not a bother Knowing your place today  Begins with unknowing your pride To be the property of, Existing for the sake of another  The concept of god: human idolization, a vice, a lover  Teetering on the line of purpose and encapturement  To be desired,  Getting lucky to find another Warming the ice around my four-leaved clover  Sired to the sense of value Celibate to being alone yet still lonely internally  Replace anothe

I belong in the silence between utterances where my name rests and no one dares to reach for it. a spirit once whispered, you are worth so much but not more than the person next to you. their truths fell like gentle rain upon my shoulder, an anchoring and liberating sentiment. I belong in the little things: a door held open, a quiet companionship, laughter at an inopportune time. I need not glow by myself. were one big galaxy, not brighter nor dimmer, just stars who have come

Beginning. Once again  In wild delirium Boundless Incorruptible, unscorchable. Contagious outbursts of Unloosed hysteria. Tangible palpable solid  Adrenaline Pumping to heartbeats. Steady rhythm growing louder  And louder until I take root Above. Loud, bubbling Euphoria Coursing through my blood. Conceived from deep inside my gut Continually strobing, Reappearing in my chest  And exiting in an unyielding breath of musical laughter. Stress—it ended with squeezing,  Straining,

Expectations keep me grounded where without them my head would linger in the clouds– Like birds blissfully drifting  on billowing breezes, objectiveless, lost.  In their absence I build my own– I set the standard high I aim for altitude, but I keep myself tied, tethered  to the safety of the earth.  Under restriction of  responsibility I reside, I thrive.  I belong to the ground.  I belong under pressure.

My eyes dart towards the horizon. Drawn to the setting sun, With its shining, vibrant hues. I open and exhale slowly, savoring the moment with each breath. Salty particles lingering on my tongue. To turn away from its taste would be to deny myself. I swallow… Letting the saline sit. Preserving me, the briny ingestion keeps my body level; My mind clear. Again and again, the glistening waves gracefully greet the shoreline, Each infiltrating the pores of the sand. My toes drift

I belong in quiet I belong in the calm When silence drifts on When black envelops the sky When gray clouds drift above And rain falls on rooftops When the sun’s rays Shine before the world wakes I belong in quiet In the weight of blankets Warmth folding around me And when the fan hums softly  Cold air drifting onto my skin When fingers brush paper Pages turning slowly  I belong in quiet In the slow drift of my thoughts, When I realize, without trying, I am happy I belong in..

My eyes creak open. Sweat-soaked, sitting stale The room is my own image, A tangled mass,  trash and scattered wrappers Trapped -- my stifling abode. A breeze occasionally passes  Welcome, the window wide Its perfection stands aside From this space where I abide. The wind is perfect.  Advancing forever forward, full Presence develops from absence, Pressure here, pressure there One day, bearing farewell It will decide  For me to join it on its ride Through its restless, wander

I. Christmas morning, we sat in a princess  tent in the living room, played with our  newly opened toys and watched TV like  we always did with dad. We shared a room— Do you remember? We used to line the edge of our beds  with stuffed animals like a little army Yet still hold on tight to baby bunny and sock monkey You helped me make a dance for the talent show I always tried to sleep before you I begged, can you please turn your light off? You would bicker with me or just sta