Monday, September 17, 2012

Inertia

Scarlet letters on the wall.
Mirrors on a bathroom floor.
They bring me to the place.
Where I can never find myself again.

Head cut borders,
eating straws.
Wind and snow and cold
Dark shores.
Will you be amazed?

Just looking at the way
the sun the moon the stars.
Couldn't conjure what is ours.
Even if we did exist.
Just looking at the moments
how they pass.
The pointlessness of life;
The breathing starts.
Without you again.

I shudder as
The day begins to pass
Wishing I could sleep and dream again.
Fall into inertia.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Take Me Away

Life sucked. It went in circles it made me it's bitch. I was a torn, broken, mess. and all I ever wanted to do was get away from that place, away from those people. Anywhere but the 'home' I hated.
But then I got what I wished for. And found the home was in my head. The adversity was in my head, and that's what made it a home. My home.
Have you ever been comfortably numb? Like the pain was what drove you, and the stress and anxiety was somehow cushioning, warm and familiar. Loneliness was your company, and emptiness, your hearts space.
So I came, from a home to another home, because home is where my memories are.
Circumstances don't define who we are. We can run away, change them, fight, and stand up for the people we want to be. But you can't ever run away from your problems or a bad circumstance, because you can't run away from yourself.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Differenciation

Make me a sandcastle,
Don't ever burn it down.
I'll lie in the sand
And stay there if you're with me.

I just want to be concealed.
From their judging eyes.
I feel more and more beautiful
every time they call me ugly.

Bury me deep.
I swear I won't die.
I'll lay there and think.
About no future.
As we waste our lives in this game of hearts.
And run away from our favorite arms.
And wait for all the doors to close.

We'll laugh and love.
Repeatedly.
And sing out loud,
In misery.
it's all so monotonous.
Oh well.
Guess we'll just have to start again.
Till you bury me in the sandcastle.
Of the places we love to go.