spill

tears no longer curb
my urge to speak
as words shake
with the most power
that I have ever felt
I spew out things
I never thought
that I could ever say
spilling truth because
I am never drained
always overflowing
into toxic territory
even when sounds
get drowned out
by constant sobbing
between breaths

 

 

 

 

Angela Bachmann

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Lunch Poem

does my soul still stretch for the past?
stuck in a self-destructive seventeen year olds
mind, never growing up but growing old
all the while because I can’t stop time

do I long for life or death now?
my post-suicidal mind wouldn’t know
which one to tell you, I just stay scared
all the time because I can no longer tell
wrong from right

so I stay in the darkness when I greet
each decision of the day, my thoughts
haven’t been clear for a while and here I am

simply wondering if a cigarette and coffee
count as eating a meal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angela Bachmann

Hardware

please troubleshoot all my emotions
for my hardware’s just not right
there’s a bug that’s got me lagging
when sickness is far out of sight

it’s the sadness that needs fixing
but I cannot find the source
there’s no reason for these feelings
yet I remain deep in remorse

how I wish I were a computer
and were easier to scan
for all this analyzing’s got me going mad

if I could I’d turn back time
to a place where things were fine
but oh! it seems that I will stay forever sad

 

 

 

 

Angela Bachmann