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I wandered alone in the forest, clouds chasing me. The skinny trees searching for sun, as did I. The forest was completely starved of light. Clouds hiding it from me.
Carefully tailored words, woven through with care, strung with golden hope because it's all to lose out there, Despite your chiding head, you listen to your heart, and only when it's over do you...
My mind wide open, My eyes shut tight,. Feel the warmth on my face, Shimmering rays of sunlight. Want to drift off to my world, Want my mind to close,.
Demons in the darkest parts of your subconscious Hiding from sight, But ever present. Pain buried deep returns to haunt me once again. My unconquerable peaks on the mountain called life.
There is a quaking in my heart, A quarrel not to be quelled, I walk on my hands With my head in the clouds, As the sun does its dance For the rivers that glance, And the trees as they counsel, I...
For miles I walked that day, I walked and walked, not even stopping to take in my surroundings. The sky was grey, the air, filled with a wiff of despair.
As I climbed through the hedge it was clear this was not where I had just come from, this was a strange, peculiar place where everything would be different. Most likely it would be better.
I fall. It is not bad. I like to fall. But when I do it feels like heaven to me. But the thing is, I never fall too far. I always will fall to this place.
My parents are commis, they were quite the rebel in their time.. I've been a chubby hippie, a skinny goth, an emaciated ghost. I never empathized them both.
I came back from where I've been knowing I must face this alone, with no one beside me and all the terrors upon me.
As a little girl. She grew up by the sea. She would sit and stare. From immature eyes intently. The sea to her. Had long been a friend. Now a grown woman. The friendship had to end.
Birth.... ....one last big push. Arrggghhhhhh A beautiful baby boy breathes pure oxygen, but wait, something's wrong here.
Logic is undeniable. Emotions are in the end reduced to pure logic which drives us all. And logic is always factual, undeniable. With experience comes a certain numbness.
As silence engulfs me, I walk terrified into the room of a thousand mirrors. The first mirror, is fear of rejection. I see myself in there, people around pointing fingers at me.
When I was diagnosed, as having B.P.D, I didn't know if I was lost or found, or who I was meant to be.
As always LOVE to hear what you think, please comment. ************************************ I felt like I needed to sit down, my legs were suddenly weary. Was that possible here.
After a volcano erupts The Island is covered in ash and dust Drum beating in the distance Voodoo tribe is here, listen Hypnotised in blood stained eyes Dance in time Follow the beat It's calling to...
Look through the windows, Blocked by countless things. Up there's only clouds, But a storm's gathering. Rivers lead to the sea, The same unwanted place, But no train of mine Knows where to terminate.
I whisper gently into an eternal dream. Come to me. Chasing shadows in a dark room. Illusive voices calling me. Come to me. I lay my plans on a floor of glass. Transparent yet it only reflects myself.
I snapped my gaze back to where he was pointing, and my eyes widened in horror. Just above the clouds’ surface there was a huge whirling hole in the air.
lying there in the molten darkness, what could i do. powerless, weak, the failure if my generation. unable to say what i felt or stick up for myself by saying the simple word.
"Sundog" As I ran to my beloved, The names of the gods fell from my mind - Yet he is so nimble. So glowing with pride.
At the end of the road you stand. Certain of where your going, and sure of how you are going to get there. A rhythm travels down the road, loud and strong-your heartbeat; echoing.
Who can offer me sanctuary. Who can offer me peace. When I am done fighting monsters, will I find what lies beneath. Will I settle into stagnation. Will the voices hush to silence.