Feel the unbearable lack of me.
I once stood,
Splendid.
Flames lick my edges,
Cleaning any trace
Of a past, future;
Any possibility of memories
Housed in my broken walls.
The sky
Lit with violence.
Suffocated.
A single crack
And I am no longer
Fallen to the flames
Buckled by their desperate hunger,
I am devoured.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
lamps litter the street.
illuminated raindrops
ignite the darkness
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
A smokey ash smile.
With this your apology
Drips false from that mouth
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
Dark coldness cuts my cheeks
A disguised mirror, her disturbing emptiness unreal music
In her perfect she crashes alone
Isolated in her beauty.
Terrifying stillness covers her movement
A surge of frozen disfigurement confuses her fish, sharks, mermaids
Terror invades her beauty:
Pain, punishment, promise all pull me under
Hiding me.
Quiet ripples warn of rain
Excited energy invades her calm
A storm kills her silence
Her depths overflow with lost wrecks:
They scream their suffering.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
manipulative
‘perfection’
draws me closer
draws me closer
a drawing
sketched
onto a
clean sheet
resting
on top
of her
naked
beauty
naked, bare
perfection
‘perfection’
drowning me
me drowning
in her eyes
blue as the
sky
sea
sea
see her
watching me
actually
watching
beautifully
smiling
smiling
with her
deep blue
eyes
caressing
perfection
moulding
perfecting
affecting
perfection
affect
affect
effect
etching effects
on her
beautiful
face
watching
her move
with
beautiful grace
affecting her
perfection
with affection
deception
misleading
my heart
with her
stunning
emotion
dancing
in her
eyes like
a fiery
dream
her beauty
shines amid
the world’s
blunt rage
bluntly:
I love her
her beauty
her smile
tricks me
into believing
she is
beauty.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
There are worse places to be
There are better
Avenues of everything I’ve ever dreamt of
Stretch out before me like a baby’s crumpled arms
Rugs pave the broken road
Soothing the wavy maze of souks and bazaars
Covered in blemishes
Riddled with secret treasures
Untameable animals scour the pathways
Searching for forgotten scraps
Shadows live in contrast to the midday sun
Hiding fallen beggars
Lying twisted on the ground
Juxtaposition of beauty and pain unfolds
Poised in the blameless blue sky
A tower rises over the horizon
Desperation pours out of every cracked brick
And a prayer floats out to the market
It is perfection, of a kind.
The streets are not innocent
They have seen and heard and felt
Every wrong in the world
Afternoon heat of the square suffocates me
I’m lost in an array of people and materials
Drowning in the swirling language
Eyes stinging amongst the dusty chaos
Rain
Eats away the market’s life,
Dampening red-hot brick walls.
Corrupted skies cry.
There are worse places to be
There are better
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
Depression is not a grey mist hanging over everything, it is the absence of the grey mist that 'normal' people are accustomed to. They experience life in a muted way. We, as depressives, get the chance to experience the truth, for that moment, and it is so unbearably painful because it is real.
Seeing this reality is being exposed to the truth. We think. Does the truth lie?
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Diamante raindrops fall like ash on a blackened sky;
Golden glows from an awake city.
My insomnia crosses borders with me
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
you pulse **** through my veins.
i feed of you
you feed off m(y body).
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Blood petals; almost entirely gone
Dripping from me
Gathering around my ankles.
A sliver of autumn
Shining through my wrist
It knows the future better than I will.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC