Raine Balson

Aug 2014

High on Lolipops

I used to think
That the oceans were salty
Because they came from tears.

I thought that the oceans
Were an embarkment of water
From millions of people's sadness.

And the more we cried,
The more our sadness will dry out
Into the ocean.

If we managed to cry every tear,
Into the sea
We wouldn't be sad.

I know, it's a bit stupid...

Raine Balson Jul 2014

I knew it was Autumn

And I knew
I knew it was autumn
cause as the leaves fell
so did I
oh
so did I.

Starting of song III
Gmaj, Em, Asus, Dmaj

#depression #fall #winter #falling #autumn #fell #wind #knew

Jul 2014

Rachel Ueda

Written in blood

All these poems are about
heartbreak and hate
self destruction and self abuse
most of our poetry
is just venting in a creatively wordy way
will any of these fake inked words make a difference
A dent in the already dented world
What am I doing here?
What are you?

Raine Balson Jul 2014

Bitter Sea:

Take me away beneath the bitter sea
and save me from the storm
where on our sunken ship
we'll wait out the winter
Save me from this monster I've become
this foul, unearthly beast
with blackened heart
and withered mind
who braved these empty streets
and wanders aimlessly inside
I'm sinking

               sinking

                               sinking

Trying to decipher what I know
to be true or to be false
taking comfort in my sorrow
loneliness
gives time to dwell on this
this foul, unearthly beast
with blackened heart
and withered mind
who braved these empty streets
and wanders aimlessly inside
and I'm sinking

                         sinking

                                                  sinking.

Song II
Am, Cmaj, Em, Gmaj (Dmaj)

#depression #strength #help #bitter #song #sea #loneliness #musician

Raine Balson Jul 2014

Irrational Fear:

Insecurity,
the greatest foe
comes quickly with it's harshest blow
seeps into the mind
destroys the soul
questioning
criticizing
corrupting
slowly starts to eat away
that sense of self
that once did stay
it needs to stop
this internal pain
but, it's too strong
so what's the use?
with a sick desire for self-abuse
it's too strong
and so it wins
the brush is the blade
the canvas the skin

now it's started
really stared
that sense of self has truly parted
a new self image has overtaken
and thwarted the mind
so visibly shaken
it slowly starts to build a fence
an inland battle
does then commence

The first song I've ever written

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