Jana Schockmel (Age: 22)

I’m trapped I’m trapped I’m trapped I’m trapped I am – Trapped. It’s been the same rope for years But I cannot cut it off because In a strange way it is comfort. What if I cut it off, free...

I will find you in everything.   But that is not quite right. I will find you in everything Because I will look for you in everything. I will see your eyes in every pair of eyes I look into...

You love me, you love me not. I’m picking petals. One by one They disappear into the wind And I still wonder if You love me or You love me not. New faces, New places, Different and the same. I...

My maker was new to his craft. He made the walls too thin And my insides too hollow And then he filled his work with an unnameable thing that is ever expanding. There is so much of it that nothing...

I have not been eating well, recently. I crave something. Anything, But it evades my mind. I crave human touch, maybe. But I shrink away when they reach out. I read the calories on the back of the packaging And...

If I lay down on this street And wait just long enough I may feel – The raindrops on my open palms Tiny droplets piercing my skin – I may feel the vibrations the rain creates as it pours down...

Two years ago I went mad. That makes it sound like it was a voluntary act, so let me rephrase. Two years ago, I met you, and you infected me with a madness which I had never felt before, and...

I have not been eating well, recently. I crave something. Something. But I do not know what it is. I crave human touch, maybe. But I shrink away when they reach out. I read the calories on the back of...

I will find you in everything.   But that is not quite right. I will find you in everything Because I will look for you in everything. I will see your eyes in every pair of eyes I look into...

I’m trapped I’m trapped I’m trapped I’m trapped I am – Trapped. It’s been the same rope for years But I cannot cut it off because In a strange way it is comfort. What if I cut it off, free...