So tell me you love me softly and repeatedly. 

He does not comprehend

How hearing the sound that his vocal cords emit

As his lips give way for one phrase to escape over and over again

Has stopped me many times from picking up a needless fight. 


Closing your eyes won’t undo the painful memories.

Images of that sinful night

slide between my thoughts,

and I push it away with sudden screams,

as if those screams could erase that memory.

The voices in my head.

The voices in my head

Are always talking throughout the day

And just before I dive into

A world of nothingness,

Of no physical pain 

Or emotional distress,

They start to get louder

The volume intensifies

They yell,

Demanding to be heard 

Demanding an answer, a reply.

I cannot even enjoy the stillness

The silence that exists

Before one sleeps.

I cannot even listen to 

The annoying ticks of the clock.

All I can hear are these voices.

Random conversations 

Of mini versions of me 

That reside in my head 

Not even talking to each other

But talking to the wall.

Every single version 

Is ranting to that mushy wall.

And when I want to escape it all,

They remind me of their presence,

That I won’t be able to escape 

For too long,

That they’ll be there waiting

For me to wake up

And attend to their disturbing,

Bothersome, tiring, and exasperating

Complaints and protests

Until I solve them 

One by one.

Haunted Dream

You run towards the doors, opening them, and find yourself at the edge of a mountain. You reach up to a cloud, because maybe if you touch it, you might feel cold..real? I don’t know – anything. You’re on your tip toes – dammit! You’re falling at high speed, like gravity is sucking you merciless.
Then you wake up. And once again. It’s just. A dream.