reading the writing.

as I sit here
drowning myself in other people's worlds 
and their words
my eyes lazily ambling down my screen 
bringing information about life 
outside my prison cell of a mind
to my brain 
where it gets processed 
and filed into a pile, among other piles
all haphazardly stacked 
cluttering my conscience 
where paper airplane ideas 
come and go at the whim of time
and my little anger demon 
constantly rolls it's eyes
I huf out something that's supposed to sound like a laugh 
but sounds more like a grunt of approval
and keep scrolling down the screen
jumping into the lives
of other people
their words, my portal 
the rest
left up to my imagination. 

 

Inkpaw

VT

17 years old

More by Inkpaw

  • 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