sinead-anderson
I'm Sinead. I'm pretty much the poster-child for minorities. I'm a self-indulgent, pill-poppin', affection-hungry, attention-craving, anxiety-stricken, self-destrucive, obsessive-compulsive, touchy-feely, hopeless romantic. I'm like a little sad-eyed puppy, I just want to love and be loved. I'm overrated. I'm bad with words. I'm lost. But if you let me, I'll open your eyes and make you think. I love kissing. I love cuddling. I write. I read. I'm fascinated by the sky. I'm prone to having panics attacks. I love tissue boxes. I'm a dreamer. Blah blah blah... Nah, I'm just a small town girl looking for my place in this big, big world.
Damaging choices
Circumstances of lust
You loved me under false pretences
This futile chasing of beauty mistaken for meaning
Gone forever with the summer breeze
These illusions,
The touching of your skin, it doesn't mean a thing
But it will always be the mind turning things around
To create empty beauty to love, to fill the void of ennui
But it shatters under scrutiny when we try to get closer,
Try to breathe it in to reality
It dissipates
It disappears
Each time
So stay under the dome of imagination
Never try to merge it with reality
Love is a game
You can't always win.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
The tragic story of a life not yet lived
I lie unburied
My bones shake like leafs in an autumn wind
Tears fall from my darkened eyes
Like solid pieces of silence
The hands you once held are now tied like knots
This is ugly,
Like the future.
We are constructed of light,
Like humiliation.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 6:17 AM UTC
Drown me in the intensity of your gaze
And my lungs fill with lust
As I sink into your warm embrace
You've become part of me; the better part
The blood in my veins
The air I breathe
A necessity
When you're not here, the weeks drag on like years
And the days I spend with you are over almost as quickly as they start
But they're still some of the best times I've had
You've won me over in no time at all
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 6:11 AM UTC
I think I'm breaking down
With my heart held in your hands and my head against the sky
It feels so right to be consumed completely
I swear, something deepens within us
It's moments like these that make me believe
Your eyes could swallow me whole
Reality becomes something foreign to us
Living in the midst of our infatuation
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:33 AM UTC
A new chapter in my life
The pages are tattered and torn
The binding worn
Read through it
And there's still no answer
Hold one ear against the ground
But the dirt, it makes no sound
A pregnant bubble of silence
My eyes,
Widened by surprise
Covered with flies
I **** the sky dry
Trying to keep myself breathing
But each inspiration leaves me with a bitter taste
I need to breathe you in again
Take you in
Fixation
Consumption with hope
Desire
For no one
but you.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:28 AM UTC
We buried our love in a shallow grave
And this lump in my throat is all that remains
Every word that we spoke now bleeding into reality
Carried away with my desire to be yours
Until there's nothing left for you and me
Nothing but my sick redirection to be hurt
Longing for the mirrored perspective
When I'll be able to forget
The look on your face
The obscured shadow in your eyes
When I left
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:23 AM UTC
I've grown to love Sundays and the slow-paced reveries that come with them.
I've grown to love my home and the people in it.
I've grown to love the winter. But only at night.
I love how every tiny light reflects off the snow.
How the wind blows across my bare face, freezing my juvenile flesh.
Scream out, reach out, embrace
Embrace the season
Embrace the feeling
Embrace life, right?
I've grown to love my face.
I've grown and I've seen and I've felt.
I've lived and I've died and I've lived again.
Reborn.
I've hurt and I've been hurt.
I've loved and I've been loved.
I've followed and I've lead.
I've grown to realize that there can't be a beginning without an ending
And there can't be an ending without a beginning.
So take what you're given,
'Cause it's true what they say;
You never know what you have until it's gone.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
Eyes glazed with a sleepy despondency
Imploding into nothingness
Waiting for you to fall back into my life
You're my angel with the bleeding wings
Fallen from grace
Cross my fingers
Picture myself inside your kiss
Breathe in
I am alive
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:12 AM UTC
It's been so long since I've slept
My mind shattered and disfigured by the hurt
Impaired by my sadness, I can't function
Oppressed, trapped, by something much larger than me
I can't help but feel distraught and empty
So I'll take it out on myself
The fine art of self-destruction
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 5:09 AM UTC
The strongest winds,
The harshest currents,
Couldn't sweep away all the memories we've made
There is no one else
That could make me feel the way i do when I'm with you
No matter how hard I try,
You're always on my mind
Invading the darkest corners of my head
Plaguing my thoughts with the aching and longing
For you
r touch.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC