My mother said never to sleep with a candle burning.
But how tempting it is
For the smell is sweet
And the flame is warm
the light is quite nice —
_it makes the shadows dance_
The candle is kind when you’re awake,
she said, but don’t close your eyes.
The smell becomes heavy
and the flame will swallow
Light turns to blaze
_And the shadows will prowl_
but i’m not scared of getting burned
for th...
I held the fragments of me that you had broken and begged you to put them back together.
_“first bottled your tears for me” _you demanded.
_“anything for you” _I replied
and began bottling tears shed over you
_“silly little one. you have given me the most vulnerable part of you. you broke me first so now I will break you more”_
I watched as you drank my tears and shattered the little bottle t...
When I was 5 my mom told me to promise I would never die.
I giggled and gave her my word.
She went back to tickling me.
All was right in the world.
Now I’m older and know the meaning of the those words.
But nothing is right in the world anymore.
And the only thing keeping me here is that promise I made when i was 5....
I sat down by candlelight with soft music in my ear thinking,
"What should I write?"
Wondering how to convey my silly thoughts and deep feelings
Into elegant words that dance through one's mind.
How can I feel so deeply yet lack the words to write?
Where may i find a translator to translate my inner workings in a language not only understandable
but beautiful.
I yearn to create.
To portray.
To not...
On my dresser lies the empty journal I got for my birthday three summers ago.
_Not yet_.
Stacked neatly in boxes are stickers collected from yearly doctor appointments.
_Not yet_.
Perched on my shelf is the still-full bottle of rose perfume I got for graduation.
_Not yet._
Sitting in my vanity is the unused makeup I got as a gift last Christmas.
_Not yet. I must wait for the perfect time._...
