My mind is tired
Thinks too much

Wish it could go away
Wish I was strong enough

Fighting myself
Fighting pain, misfortune
Fighting life
One poem at a time
One song at a time
One line at a time.
I don’t know if I’ll ever reach my destination.

Honesty and integrity
Compassion, empathy, love
Creation city

Dishonesty, shame, hate, apathy

Courage, Bravery, authenticity

Slave, master, healer in captivity

My mind is a fallacy.
And it stays with me
Wherever I go
With what I breathe
I breathe in deeply

Sheepish. Fake. Fraud.
Wishes are for Wells

I am strong enough.
I am tough.
I belong.
In the chorus of a song.
I can make it.
I can do this.
F mental illness,
It means I got wisdom.
So my thinking seems to be
This face well whethered
With the love, but not with the touch
So forever empty
I guess.

The mind, are you talking to me?
Defying more then gravity?
Defining my insanity

Wishes are for Wells
Try and stop me.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.