5. Social Media   The boy sits bent over his phone, the surrounding does not matter, as if he is alone. Smiling to himself, nothing does he hear, plugs from his phone to his ear.   Everyone can now predict that he has become a…

Stuck inside Four walls With no way out But it is where You put me How nice and neat For you To keep me here But I Don’t belong here I ain’t no damn Jack in the Box Where you can shut the lid On…

Trapped in a narrow and hollow abyss As the time slowly tick-tocks away The four walls grow smaller, the scenery dulls Each minute, each hour, each day There’s much time to think about life as a whole The journey of trials and truths As the…

Tarry here My dear In this story drenched night   Delay your hurried pace That moves you past Mystery’s exuberance The breeze call to curiosity   Dwell on thoughts sweet and unsolvable   Stray from the plot’s steady line   Choose again to inhabit Your…

If I had my way I would expand the box around me Right now it keeps me in So small I lie in perpetual fetal bliss A state of constant contraction. To flee- I might blow gently at the corners Letting the womb’s edges rise…

Born in anger, fear, or stress, the little Scream starts inside. He wants to get out, to see the world, but he is trapped and chained. He starts in the head, a tiny voice, “Won’t you set me free?” But then he grows as time…

Nothing hurts There’s nothing to Be stressed about All is right And good in the world Everything is perfect (Book 99 #19331)

It’s dark in here And narrow I can’t seem to make headway Because I cannot see What’s in front of me Or behind   If I stretch my arm out What will it touch I’m so afraid to find out Yet I cannot be idle…

It has a rhythm. Like a heartbeat. Pull, lift, swing, CRACK. A simple, clear song. Muscle, tool, and wood. Pull, lift, swing, CRACK. It doesn’t just cut It’s not a saw. Pull, lift, swing, CRACK. Wood is crushed Pinned aside. Pull, lift, swing, CRACK. The…

This is my apartment my refrigerator is either freezing cold or room temperature This is my desk where my computer is I prepare to do everything here This is my sofa—it’s orange! I do everything here This is my car the CD player is broken…