He lay there panting,
gorging on every bit of oxygen his clapped out lungs
would allow him to take.
His faced pushed hard against the chewing gum stained concrete.
The blue lights smothering every thought,
every hope he thought he had.
But this man was a dreamer.
This man was never really bad.
And as he tried to gather reason,
he couldn't help but laugh.
He should have seen it coming.
Like headlights on a darkened lonely road.
For if it wasn't for bad luck, he'd have no luck at all.
If it wasn't for those reasons,
he may have skipped the fall.
He pondered, was it karma,
or just plain dumb bad luck.
What if he hadn't ran with panic?.
Would he have pulled it off with some charming monologue
from the recesses of his panicked mind?.
Or was this always gonna be,
the kinda life he was to find.
Drowned in a still ocean
beneath a moonlight sky.
The voice of violins
whispering my fated requiem.
Clutched in lover’s gaze.
Arms wrapped around my own.
As conscious and recognition of reality
fade into the fantasy of an afterlife.
They tell me
“Don’t dwell on death.”
“There’s nothing there but an ending”
“Nothing but a final chapter -
stained with cheerless tears.”
They are wrong.
Death is a reminder.
A cue for human existence
to embrace the certainty that is life.
To relish in the wonders of living
and to achieve dreams
it's not fair of you
to do that thing you do
not all stories have happy endings
the grass isn't always greener
every Good Samaritan has alterior motive
the pure pill you bought was cut with sugar
you might not wake up when you're put under
your car will break down
that cut will get infected
he's in jail for life
and that thing you caught is terminal
and when you
caress my face that way
it transcends space and time
and every other fickle thing
is far from mind, so far away
but it'll never add up
the misplaced affections
I wanna be by your side
I also want you as far away from me as possible
Jack walks down Arbuthnot street.
he hopes to meet a little more than anything on any street he's ever met before,but this he hopes on every street and his hopes are dashed each time he meets the corner where the lights of disillusionment turn red.
His feet are sore,each street he's walked on he has swore would be the last,he wonders who or what he's searching for.
Today he'll go again,he'll catch the train to set him down,another town and one more street,today he thinks that he might meet but doesn't know the reason why,he's getting old now,time's flown by.
As he walks down Eldridge avenue he meets the moment that he knew would come,the sun shuts out his shout and in the silence which the day has broke apart,his heart beats time and one last time within the speed of memories he see's what he's been searching for,and then
the door shuts on his life.
Love is blind and
On the roof
But everything comes
To an end, it begins all to soon
Like angels, pallid and wan,
Believe that life is beautiful but
Can only affirm what they truly know
That our life will surely die
Doomed to a perpetual nature
But there ain't no time to hate
And all the time to die
In the chains of our lives
Almost a whole
With a few holes
You are my holes
You and your body
Your eyes lips and hair
Your hands ears and back
What if you came back
Would it be what I know
Our slow warm and familiar love
Like not a single day apart had passed
I cannot focus on the past
When I saw you my mouth would water
When I think of you my eyes still water
Distance in mind and body
You were my beloved somebody
I was your beloved somebody
We had inseparable bodies
I need to forget your body
My name is Rachel
But others may refer to me as
Rach, Rachie, or Rae-rae.
I am nineteen years of age.
When I was a little girl
My smile was as bright as the sun
I ran and jumped and tumbled
I climbed trees that were so tall they touched the sky
And if ever I fell down
I picked myself up, still smiling.
It was when I was ten
That my smile finally faded
And my parents grew frustrated
And the day they told my brother, sister and I
That they weren’t going to be together anymore
Was the same day I fell
And wasn’t strong enough to stand back up.
Of complete and total darkness
Is what followed
And then half my face froze up
Stuck in a permanent state of nothing
A paralysis of the nerves
Labelled ‘Bell’s Palsy’
Was what finally motivated my dad
To get me out of there
And after a while
I must’ve been smiling pretty hard
Because the paralysis went away.
And now I’m here.
If I were to describe myself
I’d point out that I’m five foot, four inches tall, on a good day
When anxiety isn’t weighing me down.
Rarely do I ever stand up straight.
I have deep, dark brown eyes
That observe more than they can really see.
They remain hidden behind thick framed glasses
For they, themselves, wish not to be seen.
My hair is as brown and ordinary,
Long and untamed and always in the way.
I’d cut it all off, like when I was younger
But I look older this way
And my friends like it.
I spend most of my time blogging
Even though rarely does anything exciting happen to me,
But then, that’s what John Watson said
Right before he met Sherlock.
I love television and movies
I love video games
I love books
Because I love stories.
Listening to them
I’d never get bored.
I like books, their pages dry and crinkling at my touch.
I put more effort into procrastination than I do into any sort of work.
Death laughs, and life depresses me.
I’m afraid of a lot of things.
Sometimes I feel too much,
Sometimes I feel nothing at all,
And that frightens me.
My imagination tends to run wild,
And sometimes it’s beautiful
But sometimes it’s brutal.
Sometimes I’m just paranoid.
I think about thinking
I think about other people thinking
I think about other people thinking about what I’m thinking
I’m an over thinker.
Secretly I’m a hopeless romantic,
And I hope to fall in love without getting confused by the idea of it.
But that’ll happen when I’m ready for it.
I believe in the equality of all things, though I’m hesitant to say it’s achievable.
I know there’s good to be found in people
But I don’t understand why all I keep finding is bad.
I’m proud and prejudiced against prejudiced people
Jane Austen is my hero.
If you ask me my name
I’d probably stumble over it
Like I stumble over everything
Words seems to curl my tongue
They do wonders at the tips of my fingers
But die as soon as they cross my lips.
I get nervous when I have to speak
Or look someone in the eye
And I’m pretty sure my mouth has a mind of its own.
I like being alone but sometimes I get lonely.
I’m moody and temperamental, and a little mental
But those that care for me don’t mind.
I’m more inclined to listen
If I can sing along too.
I’m clumsy and uncoordinated.
I walk into doorframes and apologize.
I stub my toe and laugh
But other people’s pain makes me cry.
I know a few words in Italian,
Even fewer in Russian,
And they’re all slang or swear words.
When I blush my entire face is painted scarlet,
And my skin is so sensitive it’s sometimes a blotchy mess.
Unless I’m ranting.
Usually my thoughts make more sense
When I’m not thinking at all.
I am Rachel and this is barely scratching the surface of who I might be.
There are too many things the little girl wants
A doll, a piano, a new dress maybe.
But as she advances into her new state
She learns she could produce life, a runt of her own.
She shields herself from now on.
From the callous outside.
Missing her daddy and her moms chiding.
She's on her own unlike her play room.
This doll is mine. This house is mine. This key is mine. Thought he was mine.
Not a cent in her name, she carries her child to the steps
Of a place new and sweet. Something inside is loving and kind.
And will put shoes on the Childs feet.
There are too many things a little girl wants
Uneventful parties, Protective inlaws.
And thereafter she leaves the child in the care of strangers
And thinks that it won't be a difference
That the baby will end up 'just like me'
I know exactly what's going on in that head
It's guilty of frustration
Causing all your irritation
Do you believe all that's said?
You can't trust what's made you bled
You're the cat
And your curiosity is chasing you dead
There's a monster that lies under your bed
Consuming your heart
And tearing your power apart
It haunts you in your sleep
Ultimately getting you stuck in your dreams
Now it's been a long dark night
Its time for the sun to come up
This mean cycle has come to an end
Your perilous limit is spent
The grim reaper has came to claim your life
He's been waiting until your humanity was ripe
He'll take his scythe
And sever the hallucination
What a terrible delusion
It's his mission to devour the beast
That hides beneath your feet
You can try
But hell is not something you can cheat
The reapers job is to harvest your soul
Before we all fall into a black hole
Breaking the wrapped around chain
Crashing the track of our egoistic train
Your body is filled up with smoke
Polluting your chest
And clogging your throat
It's strangling you to choke
Conception is in the hands of the beholder
In this life do you see what lies
With your heart and mind
Standing side by side
Now that the scythe has swung
Show me what flashes before your eyes
I’ll tell you what this is all about
Show you the side of me that’s hard to see
Try to understand everything
Now it’s been awhile since I’ve been free
And where ignorance is bliss
I’d have to disagree
There’s no ignorance in freedom like this
And the years that pass by
Are just proof that we’ve grown
Who we become is what we have to show
Don't be afraid
What’s hopeless is your hate
Let it go and watch it fade
Once you stop being so jaded
then you can see the light of day
And when you’re in the middle of warfare
Go ahead and say your prayers
Just don’t hold any expectations
Most likely nobody will hear
You can live your life in vain
If you dare
Why don’t you ignore the lies
It’s not all just black and white
For me there is no turning back
So here’s to the past
Let me give you a clue
Honesty never dies
And it’s true
I never go down without a fight
This part of me there is no compromising
If I don't live up to my potential
Then it’s all just down hill
If you’re scared of the dark
Don’t let fear be your trade mark
Today’s the day
I’m headed for an unknown place
And you know what
I’ll be brave
Running is degrading
So I’ll make sure to look this in the face
Don’t look back
when there’s so much in front of you
Don’t hold back
when there’s win and lose