Posted in art, poetry, writing


Glimpse  Sometimes I forget that the sounds are audible because I can’t hear myself. The music’s too loud in my earbuds.  I wonder if the headlights coming towards me  reflect the glass coating my eyes,   even though it’s dark. Would that man walking on the other side of the street notice If I collapsed?  My hands shake with the violence of my breath, unable to find pause in the measure of worth.  Can you hear me choking on silence, coughing with the helplessness of an asthmatic? Do you care?

This weekend was rough. As such, I’ve decided to take a little She’s in Prison vacation, just for a week. Isn’t there a saying of some kind about having too much of a good thing anyway…?

Have a great week and check back in 7 days for fresh schtuff. 🙂

Posted in Music, poetry, twenty one pilots, writing

Holding On To You

Holding On To YouToday’s poem is part of my ongoing series of poems sharing the same titles as twenty one pilots songs. “Holding On To You” is one of my favorite TOP tracks and their video is sick! Watch it below. Also, check out my previous posts in this series:

Air Catcher

The Run and Go

Implicit Demand for Proof