Dreams of Sanity
Words escape me
Diction tongue-twisted in the taffy
Of malleable cranial wrinkles
Curled and tied in the colors
Of delusion and surreal illusions
Trees melt into frosted handkerchiefs
Of neon beads, flowing in the ocean of
Ghost roses giggle and sigh
Like silk veils of transparent butterflies.
I’ve lost my shoe, and the cold sparkles
Of nighttime dew on the grass
Make my feet feel like powdered
I build a fire from the crystal bones
Of past fears,
warming the chill of my solitude.
Angela Castillo is a blog writer, aspiring poet and artist, and aspiring fiction writer.She has a passion for Mental Health, and her blog is centered around her attempts to use art and writing to cope with Borderline Personality Disorder. You can visit her site to read more at https://chibininja.blog/
When the fogged fuzz evaporates
And dams halt the dry and silent tears.
When lost days are returned unharmed
And clarity details its inner shame.
This is when I will wake.
Not staring down sleeps carnal writhings
As bodies swam looking for sparks
Nor dulling synapses repeatedly
As stimulation bores to the bone.
This is when I will come alive
I want dancing shoes
The controlled embrace that knows desire
I want standing ovations
The pleasure of an adulated audience
This all exists somewhere in the gap
Between how I feel
and I how I think I feel.