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The pouring rain, The howling wind, The weather's angry call. The cackling trees, The groaning spines, The tallest trunk could fall. The angry moans, The wildest screams, The window seems so frail.
If I could run a million miles,. Id escape the drama and the fake smiles,. I'd sit on top of a mountain peak,. No one there for me to speak,. Just me alone to sit and wonder,.
Standing on top of the mountain, I took a long and deep breath, taking in the beauty.
Don't worry, I won't miss you at all, I have online friends, who continue to call. They never hate me or tell me I'm wrong, the sounds of my typing, such a beautiful song.
In the deep dark woods. Hidden behind layers. And layers. Of mossy pillars. Stands a fallen angel. Her wings chipped. Her halo rusted. Her eyes blank. Empty. No emotions. She stays there.
Nose pressed to the cold glass Can this be real... This can't last?. I'm losing you, my best friend. We can try to ignore it, try to pretend. But I'm on one side, and your on the other.
I know how it feels. To wait all day. Just so you can fall apart. To put a smile on your face. To hide your true emotions. Just so no one asks. I know how it feels. To do your best to stop the tears.
No one noticed Those sad, sad eyes They saw her smile And believed her lies, No one noticed She was so alone How trapped she felt, How hurt she'd grown, No one noticed The pain she hid Why should...
All I see is darkness, Where can I find light. Here it is full of bleakness, I want to also smile bright. Maybe I was cursed, Did I prick my finger. I hid tears ready to burst, Your remarks linger.
I want to stand tall. But I feel hindered. My wooden stilts. Have cracked and splintered. Words fly out like broken glass. Reckless. Chaotic. Streams of black mascara. Run down my face.
When God closes a door he opens a window-. But what about,. When you find out,. The window is to small,. And your stuck in the wall,. Half in,. Half out,. You then see,. Where you could be,.
Throat dry, hands numb, Sitting there, looking dumb. White face, snowflake tender. Peaky face, small and slender. Dirty windows, dusty floors, Sleeping out beside shop doors.
I keep things bottled up, It's hard for me to tell someone how I really feel. I'm scared of getting judged, and I most certainly don't want opinions of others thrown at me.
As I fall There's no one there to catch me. As I breathe The air seems cold and stale. As I blink I feel I've missed something. As I listen All I hear is defending silence.
The tears are black. My wounds are red. I sit in a huddle, With a pounding head. My ragged breath, Shows I'm insecure. As I try to forget, And rid of the pressure. My vibrates - Friends asking why.
All we need. To take away our words. Is the cool, gentle breeze. And the lovely. pineapple trees. Just you and me. Connected to. the seven seas. Silent or loud. The waves crash around. All we need.
I am in Bletchley, dressed all in black As the bell tolls softly in the distance Past hushed clusters of drifting blackbirds, Flying South, Ashes become dust And a dull silence hangs deadened...
Just one day I would like the floor Maybe some one will have time Next time I open the door I won't have to pretend everything's fine.
#opussweeklychallenge When I opened my eyes, I realised I was outside. Outside the zone, outside the safety. Under the harsh light of the natural moon.
Will you welcome me. Soon as your eyes will see. Or will you tease me. Meaning that it wasn't meant to be. Standing outside in this cold. No-one to hug, no-one to hold. Snowing outside with misty fog.
The lady in blue- Will she come today. Will she come tomorrow. Who knows the next tea time.
#OpussWeeklyChallenge When I opened my eyes I knew it had happened again. I knew I'd fallen asleep. This time, judging by the fine layer of dust about my bedroom, it had been a good while.
I wanna retreat inside. Go hide. In a place my own. Be alone. Not be seen. It feels freeing. I'm in my mind. Retract from time. Hide in thought. Buried and lost. None can see. The hidden me.
There is a solitary planet in a starless sky. The planet has many islands, tropical forests, and vast oceans upon its surface. The trees give blue to the oceans, and grey to the metal.