Eyes pointed straight at me
Straight as a finger as though they were damming me.
I felt cold shivers and a burning sensation rose high in my cheeks as I step each toe to the grown daring not to make a sound.
With each heels raise slightly in fear as though on hinges, my movements became steady. Like that of a lever on a piano. Intricate enough to think that I was a wild cat closing in on prey. ...
She walked past, in this crowded street full of people.
Not looking them in the eye. Averting them when she had the chance to.
Combing her fingers though her dark waist length hair.
Occasionally shoving them over her face like some sliding curtains.
Keeping her eyes narrowed just at the points of her flat shoes.
She regrets the conversation she had the day before.
She blushed all the way thro...
We my because we couldn’t dance,
But shuffled along the sidelines
Where the second stringers sat.
Through seasons after seasons
Studying the bright heard wood beneath the feet.
Out on the floor,
Beneath the suns glow through the windows
Or over a lake where the moon watched on moors,
Their agile friends and outs made moves beyond belief- like making love we thought
And practiced we did in ou...
I saw the whole thing
Life flashing before their eyes
Like a flash of lightening
And souls fading in the dark
Like ghosts
In blood
At first Terror struck
When their head became last thoughts to think one last time
At the realisation of death and fear over flood just like the blood leaking out their wounds. Then the soul lifted up and got stuck from the shoulders till the neck almost chocki...
Angered waves eat away at the shore. The wood on this floor creeks like slamming doors. Even the moors are afraid. When the waves quieten you can her she screams and laughter of babaling guls. Sounds like peaking at skulls. Everyone this evening is dressed feverous in yards of wool. To keep the live waves out. Every room decorated in shells and wood. And in every hollow shell carries the sound of ...
I feel like I’m on the edge of an black void
That maybe that void has answers that I desperately need
To quiet down those constant questions or old conversations
Feels like I’m so far away from everything
That a piece of me is missing that I can’t function properly
And I’m loosing all those happy memories
Those memories of summertime, eating strawberries on sticks
Even when the heat was too...