L’appel du Vide

I knew from the beginning

He said

Within you there was a spark

Writing is now a passion

She said

With misery my trademark

Faithless

You say you’re ever loving

Yet your cruelty holds no bounds

If you care as much

As they tell me

Then why do you make me frown

Putting The Washing Away

You’re OK

You know

Most days

You just get on

With things

Then suddenly

Out of nowhere

It hits you

At the foot

Of the stairs

And you weep

As you realise

Most days

Will never

Be the same

Again

The Human Shield

Did I really

Dodge that bullet

Or just hide

Behind you instead

I guess now

We’ll never know

As I’m alive

And you’re dead

Random #104

‘The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.’

– Steven Of Ireland

Boiling Frogs

It’s pretty hot in here

He said

Do you think we should leave

We’ll be here until we die

She said

Stop being so fucking naive

Crying Wolf

Remember when I told you

I wished that I was dead

And you thought it was all

Just nonsense in my head

Well maybe now you’ll realise

You will finally get to see

The worst thing that you ever did

Was not to believe me

964 Nights

I haven’t slept

On that side

Even after

All this time

It will forever

Lie empty

As it’s yours

Not mine

Xxx

Any Advice?

How on earth do you cope

He asked

With all the loneliness

You don’t have any choice

She said

When you’ve got no one left

‘You Should Have Come In Sooner’

If only I could tell you

But you wouldn’t understand

I don’t know how to open up

Or even if I can

Sharing how I feel with you

Would be difficult at best

So I will just keep trudging on

With my cards close to my chest

Back In The Saddle

I thought I was prepared

For when my body I bared

Albeit I’d be a little jumpy

I just didn’t expect

When you kissed my neck

The road ahead would be so bumpy

Grounding

Thanks for talking to me

He said

I hope it was of some worth

Thank you for listening

She said

It brought me back to earth

Leaving Home

Just keep on walking

He said

And don’t you ever come back

Just stop fucking talking

She said

You’ve already won this attack

Like Looking In A Mirror

It’s sad that you have to endure

The same shit that I did

Remarks about your skin colour hurt

Especially when you’re a kid

Just know that you’re amazing

As you’re growing day by day

You’ll always be the better person

No matter what they say

Artifice

You might be pretty

On the outside

But you’re sure as shit

Ugly within

If only your

Personality

Was as radient

As your skin

Random #100

“Books cannot be killed by fire.

People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.

No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.

In this war, we know, books are weapons.”

– Franklin D. Roosevelt

Expectation

If all I had to do

Was tolerate you

Then really

You should’ve just asked

It was when I thought

You wanted more

That I totally

Fucking cracked

Aiming Higher

What if your best

Isn’t good enough

What if things

Shouldn’t be this tough

Maybe it’s OK

That I want more

And I deserve

What I’m asking for

Slipping Back

They say after a while

It stops hurting

Yet thirty one months later

I’m still in pain

If anything it feels

Like I’m reverting

Back to those dark old days

Again

Random #96

‘You teach me now how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false! Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had you to leave me? What right – answer me – for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you – oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’

– Emily Brontë

Hope(less)

So it seems I have

A second chance

Another shot

At potential romance

Problem is

Where to start

How do I open

This Stygian heart

Sceptical

You can tell me all you want

That you can hear him

But I’ll never believe it’s true

For if he was talking to anyone

From the ‘other side’

Then it would be me, not you

Xxx

On A Promise

What happens when the music stops

She said

Do we have to go home?

Wherever you end up going

He said

You won’t be going alone

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