I'm made of all;
The books I've ever read
Poems I've ever written
Faces who have smiled at me
Hugs that have wrapped around me
Caresses that have graced my inner thigh
Countries & continents my feet have touched
The lovers as we simultaneously reach ecstasy within
Lonely nights shedding tear drops
Nights gazing black skies moon & stars
Children falling asleep to my heartbeat
Animals whose soul was found through reflective eye stares
Conversations spoken in French, Spanish, Italian, Xhosa, Afrikaans, Norwegian, German
Years of ******-, cognitive-, dialectical-, art-, drama-, music-, mindfulness-, trauma-, psychiatry-; therapies
The drinks & drugs & mind altering substances dispersing my mind
In all I'm made of;
Love
Lust
Greed
Fear
Joy
Freedom
Longing
Dreams
Despair
Sadne­ss
Anger
Frustrations
Happiness
Anxieties
Insecurities....

In all I'm made of;

A soul; securely contained within a body of battled scars;
over;
pain & triumphs, losses & gains, rejections & acceptances, dishonours & accolades...

With the hope; she too, can live life through.

© Sia Jane

By Arcassinburnham





I had a hard life,
And nobody knows the struggle,
Not quin,
Not Elsa,
Not frank,
Not falen,
Not rhymes,
Not silver,
Not Midnight,
Not Dani,
Not Connor,
Not soul,
Eventhough my soul,
Is in a choke hold,
Devil may have got piece me,
From the story he told,
I feel depressed as fuuuuuuuuck,
I've been on road to failure,
Long enooouuugh,
Tired of being tired,
Of not having goooooooooood,
Credentials in my life,
Get the rope and hoooooooook,
And hang myself,
Til I got no feeling,
To your emotions mean nothing,
Your just squealing,
Put me down long enough,
And I'm willing,
To do something I don't want to do,
Are you joking,
I just hate my life,
So ******* muuuuuuuuch,
And you think its funny,
I hate being in loooove,
And I don't need your pity.

This morning I heard myself say,
"Don't go 'cause you won't get away"

"You'll never get anything done,
You'll be sitting there reading 'til dawn.
You're dishes will sit in the sink,
Your body will stink,
'cause it's all gone to hell,
Sitting 'round in you're petticoat pink" ? lol

But I logged on anyway......
:)

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Maybe I was dreaming
But you called when I was sleeping
Slumbering I saw  your name and picked up
Never have I been awake so fast
My heart pounding, blood rushing to heat
By the sound of your voice

Rambling you told me about your night
Asked me why I wasn't by your side
Wanted me as your price or was I perhaps already yours
If I dont mute my phone at night
Answer your call insted of sleeping
of course I'm yours

I'm not sure
Maybe I was dreaming
But you might have said
That I could call you mine
I'm not sure
Maybe I'm still dreaming
Or you're actually mine