Power of Words
A collection of conscious streaming
Final Goodbye
“Did you grab everything you needed? Are you sure you haven’t forgotten anything?”
“Yes, everyone is getting on now.”
“You should take something to eat, it’s a long trip. Did you pack any water?”
“It’s alright, I’m fine. I should get going.”
I load my bag, as she fusses and worries. Angry and selfish, I shout, “I’m alright, I need to get going.”
And that’s when I noticed: her looking at me with pain in her eyes. they whispered, “I can’t say goodbye.”
I embrace her one final time. I swallow her sorrow and find my seat, too ashamed to look her in the eyes. From the night stained window, I see her searching for me, water shimmering in her eyes. The bus takes off, and she doesn’t see me waving my final goodbye.
Price of Overdrawn Bliss
Aspiration and Ambition visit before I sleep. They keep me up with fictional achievements and visions of those I hold in high esteem. Self-serving and self-centered, I am the star in every play. These thoughts are euphoric, and they help numb the pain. I always thought myself sick and this was my escape. Now I realize too late, it’s just a bigger cage. I’ve amassed a heavy debt, and the viper must collect. For a sip of bliss, I drown in regret.
Incantation
No superficial success will grant me salvation; what I seek may lead to eternal damnation.
I burn and seethe, craving an ideal no one’s achieved. I will squeeze my soul until it bleeds, dripping blood that others read. These words are holy stained, given life by breath now mine.
Once I’m dead and sent to Hell, I’ll laugh at Him and God as well. I’ve beat them both and etched my soul within these words, and now they’re carved in you as well.
Bad Thoughts
I need to be alone; that is when they arrive. They come when all have gone silent and hide within dark corners. They whisper bad omens and conjure violent visions. They take what’s most precious and tarnish what holds meaning. They come at night, but I know their secret: they can die.
Two Hopes and One Fear
insanity is enlightenment that has yet to master its profession
depression is sorrow for unfulfilled potential
poets are born when their soul mate dies as a stranger
Inhale
With your breath, I come alive. I come into being so long as you keep reading. Your voice and your mind are mine, so long as you keep reading. This is the magic of man, and this my incantation. There is a great risk to magic, it can strengthen demons. The glory of magic is it imbues meaning. If terror restrains you, then slit my throat and save yourself from your demons, but if courage grips you, then just keep breathing.
Weight of a Shadow
To bear the brunt of illuminating light. To carry one that must be shielded, least they be burnt alive by their very being. We shield them, for half of us is always with them. At times, it can be unbearable, and so many are suffocated beneath their weight.