Zeconte

My mind is broken. I don’t know why and I don’t know how, only that it’s been slowly decaying over the last seven years. The more I try to think, the less that comes to mind, the more I search, the less I find. It still works when I need it to, when it has something to focus on, but when I want it to, it fails me more and more. I remember the first time it happened, when it all began. I had been working on a story all summer, writing it down in a notebook, and continued to write as I entered my senior year or high school. But then, the school year started to get to me, and quite suddenly, I found myself unable to continue my wr

Spiraling out of control That unattainable dream Drifting closer and further from reach Day by day Hour by hour Minute by minute Second by second Once you catch it it’ll slip away Gone in a blink of the eye Life is ever changing Never constant Never predictable Never happy Never sad But no matter how things change They always stay the same Ever constant Ever predictable Ever happy Ever sad What we want What we need No one knows No one agrees Glass half empty Glass half full It doesn’t matter Just drink more Life is best enjoyed in small doses Savor the good, forget the bad Don’t sweat the small stu

Thought, the mental frontier. These are the experiences of the subconscious soul and its never-ending quest to explore strange new possibilities, think-up new ideas and new creations, to boldly do what no man has done before. Man’s sharpest, most versatile tool, the human mind is incredible at getting what it wants using what it can when properly utilized. But perhaps the most under-appreciated and neglected yet most valuable use of the mind is your imagination. Day dreams, fantasies, make believe, pretend, call it what you will, but the power to turn one thing into another, or create something that isn’t even there in your mind has

Will you be mine? I hope the answer is no. You should not have to give yourself to me, or anyone for that matter. You are not a possession, something for someone else to own, even if it’s through the bond of love. That isn’t love, not true love. True love is honest desire, the desire to help, to help improve, to comfort, to protect, to satisfy. True love is one thing the belief in God can help teach. True love is selflessness and without expectation, to forget your own concerns to provide for another. True love can only survive if nurtured both ways. True love is infinite. The idea of “I’m yours, you’re mine” is

The galaxy spins around. The sun spins round and round. The earth spins round and round and round. The moon spins round and round and round and round. Does the universe spin as well? It races through space at unimaginable speeds. Where is it going? Where did it start? Who is it racing? Another universe? God? Time? Fate? The tortes and the hare? Everything? Nothing? Itself? When will it end? Who will win? All this spinning and racing and thinking is making Me dizzy. Stop.

My soul is torn asunder Spiraling down the void A life line dangles out of reach But I cannot see This cannot be As I slip further down the drain Vertigo takes me over Overwhelming all I know The colors of my insanity Swirling in and out of Me The void is a psychedelic dance Not the nothingness I expect Thoughts can be a savior My mind is the key It will set Me free My body is not in sight Is it lost in the void as well Or is it safely asleep Is this a dream I see Or is this what's become of Me Lost in my mind Drifting through time Nothing can I find That will return Me To my reality

Consumed by my fears Doubt lingers in all my thoughts They drag me under Nothing that I do Is enough to keep me sane While I slowly drown Hands touch the surface It’s just a little further But frozen solid Helpless, lost, afraid Desperate and so alone Trapped by circumstance Places I can't reach Opportunities unfound Story of my life

The humid air around Me violently breaths Further through the blackness I stumble Daring not to light my path For in this darkness I hide Blinding myself from the world But my fears are like a beacon And I have been discovered Consumed by the maw I slide down Revealed by my own twisted image Distorted and jaded It feeds on insatiable eros Buried in the furthest reaches of my mind Trapped in a fun house of horror Places I dare not venture Gateways best left sealed Secrets rather lost in ignorance Everything I entombed Through a fractured mirror With no light to reflect Assailes relentlessly my closed and downcast eyes A mad