Her eyes flew open And black fear Sprang to life and jumped From her pupils Adrenaline pumped Fast and hard Into every breathing cell Supercharging them Killing some with demands Animating her still body Into a pliable marionette She threw off the covers Texted her boss an apology And high-tailed her arse Adrenaline still pumping…
. I could write a million words. Pick up my pen every single day. Let every emotion spill on to the page until the end of time. And I still wouldn’t be able to capture how much you mean to me.
Phantom steps… steps… steps… Walk around his bed at night He smiles, half asleep, knowing He was loved and taken care of Time warps itself around him Carries him too often from here And he longs for those moments Between sleep and wake Where he can feel her presence Pretend for just a few more……
Rain fell from a black sky But the sand beneath her Drank it from existence And she stood waiting As the rain fell on her Face, neck, arms, breasts Accumulating As if she was made of wax Her body was exposed Naked And spotted with age Her hair was long The color of tarnished nickel…
I can tell because of the fog That I must take special care I must write my name in it On the foggy piece of glass So as to not forget myself It’s easy to get lost inside The wisps of “here nor there” Surrounded by smoky layers Of “what if’s” and “why not’s”…
I am perceived and divided. You see me as bound by history. A set of experiences chaining me to the railway. Boundaries marked. Respect tried and failure too often won. Knots tied but carefully unraveled. I am but your servant. Your true beloved, And so much more as my duty has been sworn. Because of…
There will be many Who will love your smile They will tell you jokes Just so they can claim it There will be many Who will love your eyes Will want to dive deep Into the magic they hold There will be many Who will love your heart They will try to mark it Etch…
I stood still Invisibly quiet A bystander A witness To an atmosphere Gaining tension Not me, no way It wouldn’t be me Tipping the scale The precarious needle Into the red territory Crimson delicacy Marking danger Overloaded Overheated Over the limit Voices were angry And so very loud Eyes were enraged Focused and wide Yet…
I look out and see a meadow covered in fog. It is as if the whole world is sad and the earth is listening. My brain can relate. Depression feels like that fog. Drifting silent above the world. Alone yet not. An atmosphere confused and heavy. But then the sun comes out and things begin…
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