they creep in slowly when i least expect it in school during math at home when I'm watching a video in the bus as i stare out of the window crawl in on all fours they know what they want they take it they leave me empty the won't leave me alone not even when i am broken and crying and i have nothing left to give they still find something to take my mind is an endless hum of suicidal thoughts whispers and so i talk louder and laugh harder and try to drown them out and it never works because they are still there friends look at me with concern it's just the stress i tell them, exams and deadlines they buy it excellent so everyday i am free to go home to suicidal thoughts and chill
In highschool You fell asleep The hair falling in your face Your lips agape And eyes shut gently
What would you dream, this time Would it be about lost loves That could have been Like late night bloggers Or 4am writers Maybe even the boy
In highschool You always cracked a joke And you always curled your lips Always smiling and always laughing Your bright white teeth glimmering Like the northern lights
What caused your smile, this time Was it your current love The always texting Or the never replying Maybe the haven't talked in years
In highschool You'd tell stories Your eyes lighting up And your smile big Your heart beating rhythmically
What was this story about, this time Was it about the faceless distant love Or the fateful long love Maybe even the past love
In highschool You were the light of the day No matter what You dreamed You smiled And you told your stories
In highschool You were strong when everything inside you was weak.
galaxies for your eyes, stars for your lips; o starship, I'll blast off to the galaxies, and let gravity sweep me off my feet o starship, I'll brush lightly by the radiance of the stars, and I'll find the crescent of the moon
Eyes** closed Hands Opened wide Barefoot A sunshine gown. Standing on The greenish meadow Nothing But me and the air Raindrops Falling swiftly Just a dream
She's fragile, delicate, and tender at heart, And even the slightest hurt could tear her apart. But love her right, and kindness upon her bestow, And stand back & watch her beautiful heart grow...*
...For to love is a curse, And to be enamoured, an hell For it is better to have thine heart trodden over by chariots, Than to be entranced by LOVE's deceitful spell. For no matter how I yearn and try to make it last, LOVE [always] twists and turns and escapes from my grasp... BlueRain* 14/09/16
She ripped off the layers She gave into fate, some would say is brave Others believe it to be immature, early grave She closes her eyes, letting go of hate Feet bruised and blistering, have no hold A destination untold Connected to heart and soul She will make it on her own