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there’s nothing here. just ramblings and poorly strung together words.
empty head
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the door creaked open,
rupturing the superficial silence.
dust danced on the sunlight,
like tiny woodland fairies.
the musty sent of old books and comfort
filled the air.
the floorboards creek beneath bare feet as i breach the undiluted atmosphere.
the wallpaper, the color of faded forests remembered through foggy memories, rolls itself off the walls.
heavy over stuffed bookshelves lean on t...
Poetry
Romance
my face turns blue,
the world fades to black.
the sounds muffle until your voice is gone.
and everything becomes cold.
i stop feeling quickly enough.
the pain resides easily.
gravity can’t hold me anymore.
i drift towards the clouds.
beautiful and free.
no worries in the world.
i can feel understanding at my fingertips.
this is my euphoria.
but a face in the clouds,
draws me back d...
hello?
can you hear me?
i’m right here…
can’t you see me?
no…
not you too…
am i still invisible?
trapped so deep within myself,
that no one will ever see me.
the forest is dark here.
and alone i wander.
my feet get stuck in the cold marsh of memories
as i drag my way through.
there’s a fog,
it rolls around obscuring every truth in this path.
warping beautiful things,
and making the...
sleep on me.
lay your head in my lap.
or perhaps on my arm.
i’ll ignore the tingles as it slowly goes numb.
eight hours, eight days, eight years.
i’ll become statuesque while you drift into dreamscapes....
faster.
faster. faster.
i pant.
not enough.
never enough.
catch up.
catch up. catch up.
not again.
i can’t lose, again.
my feet pound the wet pavement and i push.
i push through the exhaustion.
through the despair.
i’ll find you.
i will.
streetlights glisten off the wet asphalt.
the orange glow reflects through my eyes.
i peer into every window.
walk through every door.
no one ...
Horror
awareness pulls at my eyes.
like curtains slowly opened on a too bright morning.
consciousness creeps in, so close but just out of reach.
i can almost hear now.
the birds speak in their rhythmic language.
a gentle breeze tickles my exposed skin.
goosebumps scatter along this body.
and i remember, surely, all the lives i’ve ached for.
like the slow trickle of a calm river, cleansing every ri...
Drama
i brace myself,
against the cold wind.
it cuts me down,
makes me bleed again.
the rocks dig,
into my bare feet.
i stumble on,
too stubborn to admit defeat.
the rain pelts down on me,
laughing at my weakness.
freezing my bones.
and all that it reaches.
i’ll fight,
like i always do.
it cannot win.
i must get through.
the thunder bellows,
as i try to run.
“you’ll never get away,...
the scars on our hearts,
have drove us apart.
until i could barely see.
surrounded by old wounds.
and lit with burning trees.
my hands shake so much
i can barely hold the needle.
that i’ll use to sew.
stitch,
and repair.
until our hearts are held together.
and our scars are on the mend....
where i watch from my throne,
of broken wood.
built with skin and bone.
i sway in the breeze.
tears freezing on my face,
as i blow away with the leaves....
on the outside again.
the iscles like trees.
show me my reflection,
like rotten summer leaves.
the pain makes me numb,
the cold makes me sleep.
and i think of you,
while the iscles weep.
if my lips fell on yours,
this pain would subside.
and i’d dance with you,
in the lowest of lights.
we’d welcome in death.
as long as we went together.
let him carry us on,
to the peaceful surrende...
Fantasy
