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 Feb 2015 Hailey
Francie Lynch
If your heart
Is racing,
Rest between
The steps,
Breathe between
The pulses,
Respire with desire,
But don't
Miss a beat.
 Feb 2015 Hailey
ryn
Bottled
 Feb 2015 Hailey
ryn
.
•...mouth
wide  op-
en, glis-
tening...
in the li-
ght•aw-
aiting to
swallow
this lone
piece of parch-
ment•on it i've scribbled
all my heart could write•bea-
ring sweet nothings, sure and si-
lent•now... take this scroll•down
your neck... it'll effortlessly slide...
•to the core of your very soul•my
message would  follow your gui-
de•your opening i'd then gladly
seal •so your contents would...
remain guarded • time is now
to set adrift all i feel...•....now
ride the waves through jour-
ney uncharted•let the curr-
ents take you• let the tides
and winds be your friends
• ...  my quiet well wishes
would see you through •
in hopes that you would
be received by my love's
deserving... and...  open



*hands•
 Feb 2015 Hailey
ryn
Footsteps
 Feb 2015 Hailey
ryn
.
•they'd               
come at night•               
these footsteps are               
never light• always                    
heavy and running ar-                      
ound•...they are annoy-                        
ingly creepy..., these aw-                       
ful sounds•every night,                          
after eleven without                        
fail•into rooms,                        

us they would                        
tail• making a                        
din overhead                        
•when all                        
                         should
                        be quiet inste-
                         ad•like barefooted
                          children i would ***-
                          ume...•wandering and
                          exploring into every ro-
                           om•...could they come
                            wilfully•from the cou-
                                ple who live above
                            me•i very much

                             doubt so•bec-
                             ause this much
                             i know...•that
                             the neigh-

bour up-                    
stairs, they're                        
old•frail and meek;                            
never bold•they'd re-                            
tire early•after late, ne-                            
ver a party•now... there                            
the feet go again•drivi-                            
ng me almost insane•                            
on my ceiling now,                            
they're pacing•                        

they know i kn-                        
ow and they are                        
playing•these                        
invisible                        
                        feet•ne-
                        ver would we
                            meet•one thing for
                           sure•this is not a friv-
                            olous tour•determined
                            to tell•that they exist
                              as well•nothing i'm
                               certain but it is clear
                               •i think they really
                              like it here...•

                              •i don't think
                               they're leavi-
                              ng•they're
                 ­              bent on


staying...
.
I live in an apartment on the 2nd storey. My family and I would hear these footsteps every night.

Initially we would dismiss it to be the neighbour living upstairs but that became very improbable simply because the couple who lives above us are far too old to be jumping and skipping in the wee hours...

We have tried ignoring the sounds but they would intensify. We'd hear intentional heavy footsteps, running, jumping between rooms but most of the time they would follow us to whichever room we're in.

Lately these sounds had progressed to rapping on the concrete walls in my bedroom. I could hear them as I lay in bed knocking and tapping on the wall by me.

The thing is... I live in a corner apartment and beyond that wall is the exterior of the building... There is no way anyone could be on the opposite side of that wall...

Creepy much?
.
 Feb 2015 Hailey
aviisevil
The gloom
 Feb 2015 Hailey
aviisevil
What do you seek now,
The reason of your despair ?
Have you not forgotten since,
The gloom is but in the air.
You don't have to pretend,
The clock will leave a clue.
As when you start to descent,
Are You sure that it's not you ?
Dark will fill the empty space,
A locked chest inside your heart.
And now you won't recall a face,
For the mirror is in a hundred path.
One maze drawn to hide the sickness,
A walk lost in labyrinth of wilderness.
Shadows ripe with words of forgiveness
As then the wolf howls of its loneliness.
Left behind on a stream so cold,
Drowning in the endless abyss of faith.
More memories than one can hold,
Churned about by the hands of fate.
Resting on a web of uncertain lies,
The fuel is all but set to ignite.
To glow like the scars in the sky,
In beginning possibilities are infinite.
Now all is lost without a trace,
And Invisible lines feed the trail.
Maybe its time to find another place,
All that shines is not always frail.
So take your sword and take your page,
Climb the peak which has no stairs.
A bridge is not meant to wait,
And sometimes tears don't feel fair.
Every layer seeping back within,
Into the stone walls crumbling down.
While those sleeping dreams sing,
To the lost dreamer to come around.
And there a fool is awoken,
Measuring a drop by the sea.
Feeling his words were unspoken,
In a similar fashion said he.
Has your conquest come to an end,
Or do you still seek your despair.
Why do you seek your end my friend,
All you need is some fresh air.
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