A Warning to LoveIt fed her mind,
It fed her soul,
It drew her in,
Like a black hole.
It fed her body
It fed her heart
It broke her to pieces,
Pulled her to parts.
It fed her hands
It fed her more
It ripped her up,
And slashed and tore.
So I warning give,
She's no more a white dove,
But from a polluted crow,
A warning to love.
BreatheI am just too
rational to cut myself
because I know thoughts are cutting deeper
than a knife and
if I watched me bleeding I´d know I´m still alive
-but this is definitely not being alive
this is just inhaling something which
is called oxygen but feels like water,
just opening and closing a pair of empty eyes,
this is just unsealing a mouth
and pronoucing meaningless syllables
and this is just distorting my lips and
labeling it a smile
I am just too
rational to give up because
that would be what the world wants
and there is a rebellious rest inside of me left
which just wants to protest
scream my head off till the deafs will pay attention
and laugh so hard I won´t feel a tear anymore
like it´s my first breath
because when you smile like this,
I feel like I could even breathe
Curse the CloudWhy can't this cloud disperse?
I just want to wave my arms and blow it all away.
It clings to my clothes, it gets in my eyes, and dissolves in the form of tears.
I curl up and stick my face to the ground desperately..
but it still finds its way to me.
On some days I wonder if it could be as simple as taking a pill;
are those people really happy? Or is it just the drugs?
And if I became happy, would it stay as a substitute for the storm clouds..
or would I be in a limbo, unable to be happy or sad?
I'm already in one limbo, I don't need another.
I think I just want to be held.
Can anyone hold me, without me shaking them off with a laugh?
When I stand among my friends, I feel inclined to slowly break away.
I don't want to share the burden of this cloud. The thunder hurts my ears.
The lightning hits my heart, makes my blood hot.
I love the sweet melancholy rain, but I just want to share it.
Is it possible to share my rain while the rest all just disappears?
Or am I meant to wallow with mys
Girl On The LedgeThe time had come. There was no going back now.
Wind had been picking up. Blowing in from the right, off the top of the mountain and down onto the bridge where she now stood. Nervous. Shaking. But ready.
She put both hands on the railing, specifically meant to prevent people and cars passing over the deep mountain valley from falling in. Hoisting herself up with her arms, she leaned over and peered down into the darkness almost 2,000 feet below and felt a sudden updraft of cool, spring air that made her hair go wild.
It was now or never. She had gone way too far to go back.
She pulled at the collar of the orange uniform she'd been force to wear and felt the weight of the shackles around her ankles.
Now or never
She grabbed onto a lamp pole that was positioned perfectly in the middle of the bridge and swung one leg up on the ledge. Steadying herself with her hands, she brought the other leg up and stood slowly to keep herself balanced on the thin railing.
"You don't have to do th
These Dreams Rip me ApartThese dreams rip me apart
in ways you couldn't understand.
I knew your absence would hurt
that pulling you out of my heart would
leave weeds in my ribcage,
things that would grow and ache long after you left.
I guess I just didn't count on the fact
That I would miss you so wholly
There is this soreness that taunts me
It says, "You had him be happy."
and I reply simply, "I know."
But the worst are the sleeping phantoms
that ghost over me
leaving me trying to grasp at you,
leaving me breathless and wanting...
Footprints of a memory
trapped in a cobweb that caught in my mind,
or a look at a future
far off and distant
through murky smoke and mirror...
Last night I had the repeating dream,
it's long and its terrible
drags me along glass and then dips me in salt
I'm sitting in bright light on white sheets
and I feel a flicker of life
something quick like a shimmer
feathers in my belly.
You're holding me
we're thinking of names
Bright yellow nursery
letters on the wall
and I'm h
Shadows...Shadows are cast in a circle around me, even though I'm the only person in the damp room. I've given up on trying to uncover the secrets of this place. But something keeps drawing me here. I'm not sure what, but it's a strong feeling, like all my desires and wants are contained in this very room. I sit on the cold grey floor, close my eyes, and breathe. I breathe in all types of things. The damp smell fills my nose, somewhat comforting. I smell roses. I'm not sure where that smell comes from, but it's here.
I breathe out. I breathe out everything I've done, everything horrible that ever happened to me. I let it all pour out. I open my eyes slowly, suddenly aware of everything. How lonely I feel, how much pain I've felt. The shadows aren't there anymore. I can hear the rain pelting the window. I start breathing heavily. What's happening?
The room transforms. Blood red rose petals scatter around my feet, slowly withering as they do so. Light flickers across the walls. Candles