A Feeling Of Claustrophobia.A Feeling of Claustrophobia.A Feeling Of Claustrophobia. by Orang3Blaz3
By Kennedy Taylor
A feeling of claustrophobia has begun to confine me.
This swamp of ideas thickens inside me, the murky clay mud making each step twice as demanding as the last. The once clear flowing waters of my dreams seem to be crystallizing, clouding and freezing over, ceasing the stream of my escape. My brain is callusing over incarcerating me, forcing me to experience the hardening of my own being. A reaction inside halting my imagination and depriving me of the ability to call out for help. These thoughts and words I evacuate onto this page only act as a catalyst speeding the process of my inevitable silence. There will come a time when the swamps have solidified, and the waters of my dreams become frozen clouded crystals trapped in place. My brain will develop into a callous, rendering my mind mute, I
What my hat is to meI wear a hat almost everyday of my since Sophomore year in high school.What my hat is to me by arrazan
It's nothing very special in design, just a plain fedora... or a trilby if you feel like calling it that.
Everyone thought it was hilarious, stupid, weird and just out of the ordinary at first.
I didn't wear it to show off or anything. Style never matters to me (unless is a god awesome suit).
I wore it at first so I could bear the pain of missing someone.
It pained me so much that after one semester had ended this person could never put her hat on my head.
It meant so much to me that I felt that if I just kept a hat on all the time, I would be fine.
But it wasn't that simple. Nothing ever really does.
The hat soon became a mask. Something that I could store my sadness or anger in.
That mask grew up to be a burden, a tumor if you will.
It was a burden that was painful to keep, but something I needed to have to live.
Nostalgia can be a bitch, and this is when I learned that deep inside my heart.
I may have shown sadn
Clearer side of the LakeNo matter who you might beClearer side of the Lake by arrazan
No matter what others think you existed to be
Do not forget that in any spot
You are smaller than the pale blue dot
But do not let that fact deter your way
and put yourself where you'll be astray
as if you are around the corner, yet miles apart
where no one will give you a life's part
The wheel will always be yours
So go on your desires, even any detours
Now allow me to take over my own
and tell you something that I've known
The clearer side of the lake is the quieter one
because those who are content no longer seeks a fight
and they may not give you a stone steps for you to step on.
but they will wait for you in peace, until you have found it too.