The sky erupts all around and our ears hide away from the deafening sounds. Grey rolls in a rumble above our heads and flashes burst from side to side. White falls from the top and bounces upon the floor; I can’t see anything above the storm. Slowly it engulfs the feelings of the night and dismal eyes transverse onto yours. And like a virus the wind creeps into our soul, it takes us by hold and moves us into the shadows. Trees so green it blinds us in the end and a rainbow full of false hope saves us from the darkness.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
The Opposite Of Inspired.
I have no inspiration. Even though my life should be full of it right now, the words I attempt to write fall short of anything I have ever written before. I can’t seem to grasp the concept or the sentence just how it appears in my head. But maybe that is the inspiration; the fact there really is none at all.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Chipped
We sit beside each other with everything placed in between. Our memories and our knowledge so closely intertwined I can’t pick which to take. Our eyes travel across the floor as our thoughts remain the same. It’s all over now and tomorrow will be the first day without you. A chipped heart squashes itself beside your photograph. Each tear falls alongside another piece as I watch my life fall apart. You said you would always mend me but here I lay broken and alone.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Glass Heart
As tears drop from my red raw eyes I begin to let it take me. The salty water drop makes its one and only journey from check to lip to chin. Its fluidity and grace makes it appear almost beautiful. A beauty that lies only within tears brought upon by utter depression. One moment it was clear and I could see what I really wanted, the next my eyes clouded with liquid that showed to the outside world my insides. Washing away my fears I let them fall. But inside it all remains the same. Inside I remain as I was. The back of my throat hard with emotion. Inside a black hole reins supreme, my smile its only mask, its only hide away. The tear a glass heart dripping from its very soul.
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