Isolation is a crevice in my head, where my thoughts like to dwell and dawdle when grief seeps. Grief seeps, it doesn’t pour. It does not pour like the rain- heavy and dark, then clear and clean when the sun moves out. It seeps slow, smooth and soft. It fills in like the kind of…
Doubt
The mall was bursting with noises, but I only heard the static in my head. My feet seemed to walk on their own- wherever they wished. So many people passed by. My eyes met some others. Everything seemed to happen either too slowly or too fast. I must have had a blank expression on my…
Still…
In my breath, there Is a gasp of restlessness In my heart, a knot Of uncoiled emotion Deep in my eyes, there Is nothing Nothing at all to see In my voice, there Is a treble of grief In my head, a plexus Of mindless mumbles Deep in my soul, still Is a desire, Desire…
A walk…
Walking through me Is a form of myself Utterly lost, and searching. Looking for nothing. Walking through me I find muses strewn In sighs and tears Betrayed and broken. Talking of nothing. Walking through me In the flow of my blood I miss the drift of warmth Of love. All lost for nothing. Walking through…
Still sear…
Wounds fooled to become scars would still sear for having been healed.
These hidden verses
Here is all that we can't say. To the stories that simply stay confined to our hearts and heads. To the unspeakable emotions. To the pain not uttered of. To the love that is hidden deep in longing. Here is to the inarticulate imagery that is painted upon our souls. Here is to all of…
Drowning words on a lonely night
Silken lies that cloak my mind Enveloping pits of flaws and soaking sighs Are drenched again In this fluid sadness Are quenched again with strewn madness Silken words that wrap my heart Falter again and fall apart Leaving me as a sum of memories Lying loose upon collapsing theories. Beliefs and reason bore through the…
Loneliness crawls
Loneliness crawls under my shirt cold spreads over latent hurt scanty shivers dress down hearth cold quivers s t r i p o f f my worth blood in other's flesh doesn't warm my dying heart and mine? blotted upon obscure, orphaned art Loneliness crawls makes me unwhole flawed symphony calls through the…
Split : part 2
What a helpless cringing excuse for a person. How did you manage to become this, girl?How did you manage this drastic change of head and heart? Or was it already happening, so slow and small that I could hardly notice? *sigh* Give me a bit of a disclaimer before you do this next. Teach me…
An Abyss of flaws 