love writing, photography (Insta: canonrebelrebel), hunger games and poetry. i use capital letters in real life. :)
i stare at the rose on. the table. trying my hardest. to keep all of the. thoughts. and. conversations out of. my head. i furrow my brow in. concentration. and feel my eyes narrow.
she stares across the table fork poised midway to her lips balancing her salad on the fingers of her utensil divorce the word hits her like a ton of bricks divorce it feels so wrong in her mind it...
the fireworks begin. thundering through the night. flashes and pops of sparkling light. brilliance reflecting through the night sky. leaving the images in one's closed eye.
I can hear the cries of my mother through the door. She is sobbing not softy, like you do when you are sad, but roughly and savagely, like a baby in pain.
is life just a mystery. a game to play. a dusty shelf of memories. a movie that has no end. a fly flying aimlessly until he is killed. a man that wanders. a lion stalking prey. life is you.
you put a spotlight. on my intentions. fire burning so bright. split my heart in sections. making a wave. listening close. keeping a cave. in a world lacrymose. the taste of sound.
the clink of glasses and sound of laughter waltzing around in a daze small talking a grand party, it was for one for one in the nuthouse for one who they call crazy but a swell party 'twas.
i can't breath. my joy is overtaking. me. it makes hot blood course through my veins. i am free like. a bird. and yet. there is something wrong. wrong. guilt is in my heart. for leaving you.
for years i have felt differently about what is going on between you and i.
i feel like the world. is folding in. on. itself. i'm getting folded as well. wrapped. tightly. like a shiny present on christmas morn. i feel like an origami swan. graceful and intricate. but fake.
there is something in the black cat's eyes, in the ladder that i walk under, the superstition, makes me crazy.