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Isobel G Jan 2011
Purple is the sky,
Cloudless perfection,
An image painted so meticulously,
Black silhouettes,
Of leafy trees,
Green only for the light of day,
Mounted over indigo highlights,
Orange streams from street lights,
Interrupting and completing simultaneously,
No stars shine,
This sky is moonless,
Yet the sun doesn't dare disturb,
The perfect violet sky
©Nicola-Isobel H.     30.12.2010
Isobel G Feb 2011
What does it mean,
When love spills,
The blood of the innocent,
For humour's sake,
To write a tragic story,
And shoot the love song,
To see the tears,
Infusing with blood,
Falling through eternity,
Shattering glass,
As purpose kills,
The incomplete
©Nicola-Isobel H.     20.02.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
The seconds pass,
Ever so slowly,
So many questions,
I wish to ask you,
But too afraid am I,
Of the answers,
Of your reaction,

Will I appear too honest,
Too naive and curious,
But how can I ignore,
Our constant conversation,
Never ceasing,
Or the anger that consumes you,
When he hurts me so,

The way you seem,
So over-whelmed by desire,
Yet so cautious around me,
As though I am a fragile piece of glass,
And too rough or honest a word,
Might shatter me,
Leaving me broken and beyond repair
©Nicola-Isobel H.     10.01.2011
Isobel G Dec 2011
If only the rain,
Could soak throught my memories,
And wash from my mind,
All that I loved
©Nicola-Isobel H.       19.11.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
Walking,
Down grey city streets,
I don't feel the cold anymore,
I don't feel the rain,
There's brightness somewhere,
Beside me,
It's coming to an end,
Faltering along the way,
There is emptiness,
There is hunger,
But for something,
Other than the obvious
©Nicola-Isobel H.     13.04.2011
Isobel G Jan 2012
Sometimes, I feel like I miss you.





                  Really, I just miss who you used to be.
©Nicola-Isobel H.          23.01.2012
Isobel G Jun 2015
Nobody wants to be with a girl
who sits up late at night in her room
dissecting disposable razors with her fingernails
just so she can feel.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        08.06.2015
Isobel G Oct 2012
I have salvaged you from this blood; this waste.
I have salvaged you, you alone. There is nothing
more to me, there is nothing else to lose,
nothing else to give.
I have salvaged you, and when once more
I stand alone in the wreckage,
it is you I will salvage again.
©Nicola-Isobel H.             31.10.2012
Isobel G Nov 2014
I'm in too deep -
my own emotions
are the rope around my neck.
You make me want to drag
knives through my skin and
drip blood on your white carpet.
©Nicola-Isobel H.      23.11.2014
Isobel G Oct 2011
The heat escapes,
Bleeding from every part of me,
I'm blue,
I'm frozen,
I'm tracing red lines,
With steel and ice,
They're breaking me apart,
Pouring my blood into the snow,
They've taken all of me,
And left me to the darkness
©Nicola-Isobel H.     10.08.2011
Isobel G Dec 2011
Dripping in that red mercury,
Tasting of rust,
Your bitter lungs,
Still and deadly,
And silent
©Nicola-Isobel H.        17.12.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
The sounds of our voices,
Spell the same word,
The only one we know,
Regret surrounds us,
Marking each footstep,
With the shame of the past
©Nicola-Isobel H.      09.10.2011
Isobel G Sep 2014
Acid in my lungs,

I can feel the chemical reaction

burning up my atoms:

bubbling
                         boiling
                                                bursting

in my chest.

I'm coming apart

in your hands.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        14.09.2014
Isobel G Jan 2011
Religion serves pure purpose,
As provider of hope,
Beyond this world,
It is not truth,
Not justice alike,
It does not retain the power to condemn,
Tortured and tempered citizens,
It holds no right to govern,
The yound minded,
Or dictate the opinions of society,
It is nothing but hope,
For the fearful
©Nicola-Isobel H.     11.01.2011
Isobel G Dec 2010
In the bitter cold night,
I lie awake and alone,
Stumbling through the words,
What to say,
Losing my balance as I come to terms,
With this harsh reality,
With these events,
So blunt and painful,

You throw me into a spiraling emptiness,
A cruel and hollow cycle,
It's purpose only to destroy any hope,
Within it's withering grasp,

Through my open window,
The icy breeze bites at my fragile skin,
A reminder of the slapping sensation,
The heartless infliction of pain,
Of your abandonment of the dim shadow,
Of my mere memory,
As you threw my trust back,
In my tear-stained, fallen face,
And walked into the black, beckoning sky
©Nicola-Isobel H.     27.12.2010
Isobel G Oct 2011
I'm falling back,
Into old habits,
Drawing my lines,
Through the loneliness,
Giving in,
To the emptiness,
Open my eyes,
Remind me where we are
©Nicola-Isobel H.      11.08.2011
Isobel G Feb 2011
Consumed by remorse,
For honesty,
Regretful of mere existance,
Understanding is all,
She ever wanted,
The only reason,
She bothered to change,
But life has a habit,
Of being unpredictable
©Nicola-Isobel H.       16.02.2011
Isobel G Apr 2016
You're still on my skin;
I can feel your imprint
on my flesh like a bruise.
I only hope your scent
doesn't leave a stain.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        26.04.2016
Isobel G Nov 2020
How many people have I known;
taking them into me,
speaking that universal, ancient language
of intimate bodies.
All the beds I've slept in,
all the hands that have felt me move
as I dance the age old dance.
©Isobel G.       Written 04.02.2020
Isobel G Feb 2011
I am cold,
The very incarnation,
Of emptiness,
Hail Mary
His corpse,
Consumes me,
Our Father
The rosewood,
Holding him,
Withing the herse,
Hail Mary
Who are we,
Without him
©Nicola-Isobel H.       10.02.2011
Isobel G Feb 2011
The rumours,
Consume my confidence,
And my faith,
Collapses,
Along with my reasons,
To live
©Nicola-Isobel H.      04.02.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
It's a disease,
It's destroying me,
Inside and out,
It breaks me open,
Sadness leaves it's mark,
And I carry my scars,
Where you can see them
©Nicola-Isobel H.      22.04.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
Save me,
But what is there to save,
There is no life here,
It has been gone for years,
You can only postpone,
The inevitable,
For so long,
But I ask,
Selfishly, I ask,
Save me,
Before I breathe my last
©Nicola-Isobel H.     15.04.2011
Isobel G Nov 2011
What's to stop me,
From drowning,
In all that bright, blue wonder,
From diving head first,
Into the bloodthirsty sun,

What's to stop me,
From giving over,
To black temptation,
Or spilling into a compilation,
Of ice and blunt glass,

There's nothing holding me back,
You're the last one standing,
In my way,
But you can't save me,
From myself
©Nicola-Isobel H.         05.11.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
I can't breathe,
I don't want to,
The thought of living,
Makes me feel sick,
I can't control,
The flow of tears,
I'm just screaming,
For air,
Or better yet,
Someone to hold,
While I collapse,
Into a mess of tears and blood,
On the cold, hard floor,
Tearing at the walls,
And ripping my heart to shreds
©Nicola-Isobel H.     14.01.2011
Isobel G Mar 2011
Hope eats away,
At my insides,
Hollow though they are,
It burns through it all,
Desperately,
A sickness fills my heart,
Nauseating,
A chilling fever,
Freezing the emptiness,
'Til everything melts away,
And I'm screaming,
For nothing
©Nicola-Isobel H.      17.03.2011
Isobel G Mar 2011
I lie broken,
In self-condemnation,
I don't want to be,
Anything,
If you're not right
©Nicola-Isobel H.       18.03.2011
Isobel G Aug 2015
Everybody wants to fall in love.

I just want to fall in love with you.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        20.08.2015
Isobel G Oct 2011
The ghost of the moon,
Hangs pale and awed,
In the dawn sky,
The shadow of the night
©Nicola-Isobel H.       18.10.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
It's a shame,
We're still falling,
I should have just let go
©Nicola-Isobel H.        04.09.2011
Isobel G Dec 2011
She's on the train,
Two seats down to the left,
In the next booth over,
Staring out windows,
Just 'cause they're there,
With ghost eyes that won't see tomorrow,
Still staring out back doors,
Watching tire marks,
Burn sand and stone drives,
Watching grass fly,
Under heels that won't turn back,
Missing lips that scream when she cries,
While the old wires crawl on clouds,
Full with acid rain
©Nicola-Isobel H.       29.12.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
She liked to run once,
And smile,
Laugh,
'Til tears fell from her eyes,

She used to sing,
And scream,
From the top of her lungs,
Just for the fun of it,

She was smaller then,
Small enough to fall,
Through the cracks,
To fit the spaces,

She used to feel it,
The happiness,
When she looked to the sky,
Spread beneath her feet,

Her eyes were warm once,
Liquid and soft,
Full of life,
Hopeful and young,

She used to be perfect,
But perfect's never real enough,
To last
©Nicola-Isobel H.        16.10.2011
Isobel G Jun 2011
From within my abyss,
I observe the light above,
The cold, dim light,
Shining in the blue,
Falling short of grace
©Nicola-Isobel H.     20.05.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
Amidst the grains,
Of dead yellow-grey,
Soaked in ocean water,
Salt stains on my blue lips,
I shiver,
Calling out,
For that honey-washed sun,
To blind me from the scars
©Nicola-Isobel H.        26.10.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
Beneath fluorescents,
And shower smoke,
In the parting of the steam,
I'm six feet under,
Dripping, soaking,
Bent into my own shadow
©Nicola-Isobel H.        27.10.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
You say simplicity is a choice,
Always, constantly,
But not for me,
Whose bruised and broken limbs,
Are tightly bound,
In chains of obligation and promises,
In ropes of rules and restrictions,
Unbreakable bonds,
Keeping me from freedom,
Simplicity is not a choice,
It was, long ago,
Before I realised the path I was headed,
But now my options few,
Simplicity far away,
Death is my only hope
©Nicola-Isobel H.     02.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
I write him,
A collage of words,
A book of pain and hope and death,
To show him,
Sincerity
©Nicola-Isobel H.      28.01.2011
Isobel G Feb 2012
Cloud-light fluorescents,
And sunscreen-scented, dust-polluted air,
Bones protruding through the skin,
Blue plastered on every surface,
Of every doe-eyed skeleton,
Wrapped up in white ribbon,
That burns holes in their spines
©Nicola-Isobel H.        28.02.2012
Isobel G Apr 2012
Spill from the seams,
It's not healthy,
To taste blood in water,
And bones behind skin,
Withered and lost for colour,
You're fading into sepia,
Into the hollow,
Of my unconscious mind,
My eyes see only,
The skeletons
©Nicola-Isobel H.      04.04.2012
Isobel G Aug 2012
I am the numbness
Of the rotting earth;
The molten sky of an
All-consuming hell.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        18.08.2012
Isobel G Jan 2011
Hostile and aggressive,
You stamp your foot,
The floor trembling beneath us,
You raise your hand,
Oh God, don't hurt me,
My stomach in knots,
I see that look on your face,
Ready to inflict pain,
On my fragile body,
But your hand slams down,
On the dresser, shaking violently,
I'm not relieved,
I can see the violence,
In your black eyes,
*Please don't hurt me
©Nicola-Isobel H.     09.01.2011
Isobel G Sep 2014
His voice trails off like
a soft caress.
I can almost hear
the tremble on his lips
at the close;
the vibrations reverberating
through my ears.

I can't escape the darkness
of his terrible stare,
the determination burned into
the black stars of his eyes.

It makes me want to fall apart,
that gravitational pull
like a hook through my ribs,
caught on my lungs.
©Nicola-Isobel H.        10.09.2014
Isobel G Apr 2012
I'm not sure what I'm holding on to,
I can't see past my eyes,
Not anymore,
There's no taste,
When the senses meet my tongue
©Nicola-Isobel H.         18.04.2012
Isobel G Dec 2010
You break me down,
And call it love,
You lift me up,
To let me fall,
You broke my heart,
To hear me cry,
You left me,
Your so-called love,
Beneath the sky
©Nicola-Isobel H.    28.12.2010
Isobel G Jan 2011
Since when has it been,
So hard to say,
I care about you,
Why is it so,
Difficult to admit,
I love you,
When did things get,
So **** complicated,
Why do I find myself,
Incapable of conversation,
Around you,
The three feet between us,
More like 3 miles,
And I just can't do the distance
©Nicola-Isobel H.     17.01.2011
Isobel G Nov 2011
Soft like Death,
Tasting my skin,
Scarce with droplets,
Of bitterness,
And sorrow,

Your lips warm,
Like velvet blood,
Quietly concealing,
Quintessence,
And poison,

Hands, winter chill,
Old, naive fingers,
Murderous in theory,
In practice,
Full of stealth,

For lips, and hands,
And fabled tongues,
Soft like Death,
Tasting my skin
©Nicola-Isobel H.         06.11.2011
Isobel G Dec 2011
Singing;
                           softly drifting

                  la
                                 ­ la                            la
        la                     ­                  la


Rolling and churning the notes

              round
       and          and                  round
              round      ­            and        and
                                      ­          round

On your tongue;
                                       racing
                   chasing
beautiful


Singing;
                           softly drifting

                  la
                                 ­ la                            la
        la                     ­                  la


                                                            ­                ...In a dream
©Nicola-Isobel H.       13.12.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
It hits me hard,
Pulling the oxygen,
Straight from my fractured lungs,
I'm so uncertain,
Of myself,
Of the world,
Because when I finally,
Get what I've been waiting for,
The fun's over,
And I realise,
Maybe this isn't what I wanted,
I'm taken aback,
By this sudden change,
It feels like I've lost,
My sense of direction,
Like gravity decided,
To fall to zero,
Without warning,
Throwing my mind,
Into a state of unfamiliar confusion,
Where all I can do,
Is wonder about what could have been,
If things never changed,
And we were still,
Caught up in trivial conversation,
In the midst of laughter,
A place where solemnity,
Can't hold us down
©Nicola-Isobel H.     20.01.2011
Isobel G Apr 2015
I am trapped.
I am paralysed
by my own vile thoughts.

You hate me?
I hate myself.
©Nicola-Isobel H.     21.04.2015
Isobel G Nov 2011
He was so many things,
Cut-throat and proud,
Transparent yet covered in shadows,
Like a diamond,
12 faces reflecting inwards,
Bouncing from wall to wall,
Catching light,
In the most breathtaking manor,

He was young and soulful,
With leather skin,
Dripping in sunlight,
Receeding slowly,
Into maturity,

He was old wine,
Suited to his age,
Sweeter with time,
But he faded,

He was so many things,
But mostly he was mine
©Nicola-Isobel H.          15.11.2011
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