Noise/Warm
These are two poems I wrote about being disconnected, before I realized I was experiencing dissociation.
Noise
Is anyone out there?
Because these days I can't even find comfort within myself.
It's too quiet,
This silence within me is different than the others,
This is a harsh silence,
One that makes me exhale loudly, my breath rattling through my body,
Just to make noise.
If I am lost within myself
Will I ever have a home to return to?
Warm
I want to feel like I'm in an indie movie.
I want the over-glamorized depression, the eyeliner, the emotion.
I've started relying on movies to make me feel... something.
But as soon as the credits roll, the darkness comes back.
Or rather, the feeling of... something just fades,
Kind of like how in science class you learn that there is no such thing as cold,
There is only a lack of heat.
I know that living through indie movies is unrealistic,
But I'm not really living through them,
They just remind me of what it felt like to be warm.
About the Creator
Kenzie Kate
I am a certified makeup artist in beauty and special effects, and I love sharing my knowledge as well as some poetry!
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