the inside of my brain



inside this messy room 
i find some quiet 
among the old books
and faint yellow tinted summer memories
the walls coated with thoughtful paint 
that i keep covering up with faded papers
and more paint
there's ink staining the wood floor
unforgiven wrongs and dust bunnies lurk in the darker corners 
as rivers of feeling
pulse
and wind in an unpredictable way 
around the inside of my brain 
the small carpet by the couch is stained from old pools of starlight
and my favorite sweater is hanging by its hood on the door handle 
the ceiling seems nonexistent 
only sky and tree tops are in view
potted succulents
grow into understanding 
of how life works
and on occasion the painted bird on the window sill comes to life, 
chirping it's message into my heart
things are going to be alright
when the outside world 
is empty 
cold and bleak
i hide away inside my mind 
and think up wild things
the dictionary has coffee stains 
and there's doughnut crumbs on my stationary 
my glasses are all half full
and the telescope needs fixing 
a faded polaroid scotch taped to the wall
next to a painting of a blue giraffe.
 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker