Home is no longer home
if safe isn't what it is.
A child deserves nothing
but happiness.
Trading legos for bombs
and sticks for knives.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
She stands hard as stone.
Now in a temporary home.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
When I'm scared
And could not feel more fear
This is where I run to
My home is a rats' nest,
That I share with you
My home is a rats' nest
Parity. Ambivalence.
Stolen at once -- mistake
Our better days pass far behind
Is a lie my heart betrays
My home is a rats' nest
That I share with you I
Invite your adverse conditions,
Your brittle healing hands
We stole parity
by mistake
Stole ambivalence
by mistake
We have detritus decor for days.
by mistake?
On the shores of her lunacy,
the lake before the sea
hidden well
before the ugly human ocean.
We own a rats' nest.
Rats' nest.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
Sleep sings a sweet lullaby,
whispering tender words
cushioning the erratic thoughts within my head.
Sleep sings a sweet lullaby,
resting a gentle hand on my thundering heart.
Be still my love.
Sleep sings a soft tune,
that coils itself around my fingertips
Gracing them with a numbing pain.
Sleep sings a soft tune,
that stills my heart until the beat becomes a
thud of the past.
Sleep is gentle and welcomes me to
The life thereafter.
Sleep is sweet, soft and gentle -
Waking up is not an option.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Void of emotion,
fake smiles ever so slowly become my nature.
Bones to pick, pick and pick away
leaving my wall nothing more than a pile of rubble.
tick
Conflicting thoughts
flicker and flutter searching for a way out.
Anger , hurt and melancholy
merge in the pit of my stomach and out comes anxiety.
tick
Laughter?
Who’s that?
Happiness?
A headstone to mark its existence.
tick
Enduringly awaiting
the ...
final ...
tick.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
Life wiped from the surface, to become no more.
Eyes gentle and shut.
Shallow breaths have all but stopped.
Eyes still gentle and shut.
Hands still, with no hope of moving.
Eyes gentle and shut.
Legs side by side each other stationary and immobile.
Eyes still gentle and shut.
Wine-coloured liquid pools around him. A toast to the life beyond.
Eyes bolted closed, to never be opened.
His eyes remain gentle and shut.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC