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Fionnuala Lidia Jan 2017
You,
A catalyst for this mess,
Why did I let you?
Sneaking your way in,
Peaking around the doorframe
Wiping your shoes on the mat,
Back in between my fingers,
Your hand intertwined with mine,

No.
I undo our knot, falling
As I detach myself from the
Being that has kept me above
Water for so long.
That's what makes this situation
Even harder, even more impossible.

Everyday I spent with us,
With the person we made together
Has been wasted, by

Foolish words.
Did they leave my mouth
Or maybe stayed close, trapped
Like you in your net of a mind;
Enveloping,
Holding you above the earth,
As you disconnect from
Everything that you are.

I may never manage to break your cold,
But I will continue trying to melt it,
And make you warm
Again.
(9:22am, 19th January, 2017) - about h.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2020
Drifting, I am floating between air flows,
The unseeable pathways guiding my body
Undiscovered spaces, a light
Sense of ever-existing freedom as
My weight shifts and my eyes
Point Eastwards.

Frozen streams follow paths over my body,
The sensations enlightening my nerves,
Over nostrils, and
Between feathers
Ruffles,
Shivers illuminate my chest.

Forwards, my paths of flight leads me,
Shadows, possessions of the clouds,
Create illuminations of the blue
Reflective mass below.
My belly mirrored,
Moving as me,
Gliding across the ever extending
Greens,
Shimmering folding currents.

Leaning my weight forwards
Gently, the images grow closer.
Every little reflected movement
Picked up by
The water.
Escapril day 5 - Prompt: The View From Up Here.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
Our generation is the most broken because our minds are clearer, and brighter. We think in a more realistic manner, and since the world before us is a ruin we are broken by our open eyes.
Fionnuala Lidia Jan 2017
Walking towards the future, but
Somehow time is still frozen.
As we sit and we breath, our
Pulses beating together.
An otter and its pebble, holding on
So tightly,
Refusing to let the sea take it away.

But as we co-exist,

Our minds in different places yet still
Somehow aligned.
I realise that this moment we are in will
only last for a second.

My fingers tracing the space between
Your knuckles,
Your warm breath fogging
Up my neck, like a window
In the cold.
Running your lips over my shoulder,
Kissing away the steam, that your
Breath had left on my skin.

This moment may be
Ending soon,
But I will savour
Every memory.
(11:34am, 19th January, 2017) - about h.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
My friends tread carefully around me as though they step in glass. Maybe I’ve been broken longer than I thought and maybe when you touched my mind and my body then left me in the dark, falling into broken shards I wasn’t falling into newly shattered pieces but into a puddle of glass you had helped me forget.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
The air closing in like walls in a maze,
The vines tearing as old scars are reopened.
feb/2016
Fionnuala Lidia Nov 2016
Separated.

Due to this grey, titanium screen.
Somehow so far between us,
Stopping the chemicals of our brains reacting together, as one,
Restricting the emotion that is;
Was,
Shared between us.

Because this is in the past.

You and me, this entity we once were vanished in smoke and unfinished lines. Like a sketch of an artists, rough and uncut, fragmented and misunderstood yet so, very, silent.

Miscommunication runs in our veins, and i am not one to protest against that. You, quiet, I loud, and;
pause
too loud.

So loud that your voice, so small, went misheard or not heard at all,
The twisted lines of my mind refusing to let your calming words in, but all you wanted to do was save me from the noise.
(2:00am, 30 November 2016)
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
I hope i never loose you, even though i feel like i’m loosing myself again.
Fionnuala Lidia Jun 2016
I am the wall in my path,
The feeling that i'll never get to where i want to be.
The possibility that maybe I will never be very special at all,
Never help people,
Never influence.
Maybe you and I will part one day,
And i will be free to live up to my thoughts.
Because this is a never ending circle
And what you do is holding me back.
Back from the soft breathing,
And floating, freeing notion of light,
And thoughts
And lasting wonders of contentment.
(9:46pm 11th June 2016)
Fionnuala Lidia Mar 2020
Thoughts so rough, I look out to sea in search for calm
As I consider the waves and the mist, This tightness
In my chest only increases.
The bundle of wired electricity in my throat, filling my centre
Rib cage dislocated, the heaving never breaks,
The racing never halts.
Eyes Closing,
Tears rolling,
I cannot understand how you have power over me still.

Somehow the ripples of our bond still float over the reservoir of my existence.
Moving softly yet shifting the sand at the bed of my stomach,
Uneasy,
Filtering the love I receive through a lens of insecurity.
- 18:49, 06/04/2019 - about h.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
What right have you
To tell someone they are not
Who they know they are.
You.
A person who seems so sure of themselves,
So comfortable.
Tells him,
Someone who questioned himself his whole life,
That he is not who he knows he is?
jan/2016
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
It’s turning into self doubt, the fear of hurting others is turning into the fear of others not wanting me.
written 10/01/2016
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
You saw your chance and you took it,
Your already cold body colliding with the soft metal of the bus.
It bent beneath you,
It’s particles moving to create a coffin for your lifeless body.
The day your heart stopped is not the day you died,
You died the day your feelings turned blue, and your skin pale,
The day you cast off the world, and the people that belong with you.
We all noticed the difference, the feeling less stare, the limp hugs.
But we didn’t act fast enough, by the time we noticed,
The light in your eyes had already gone out,
The blue that was once so clear and icy, had become melted and glittery,
With the tears you drowned your interest for life in.
written 01/02/15 -
edit (28/03/20) about L, so happy to still have you by my side to this day.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
Creativity?
Whats that?
A non existent entity.
idkwhatthisis school negative
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
I always think of her at night, the loneliness has time to spread from my heart to my brain to tell it what I miss and who I need.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
I try to open my eyes onto the world but all you do is hold me back,
Stopping me from seeing what is toxic and what is true.
What did I do to you to deserve such hatred and anger,
All I know I did was help and all you gave me was hurt.
i just wrote this, oh, im feeling a lot of things atm.
(written 0:22am/18/4/2016) - about h.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
Death is the silence before rain, and the warmth in a freshly dead animals body.
written 12/02/2015
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
Why am I always here to save your soul, but whenever my soul is hurting you disappear into the smoke.
(written 00:24am/18/4/2016) - about h.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
You look at me,
Eyes empty
Hands shaking.
The outspoken person
Now broken;
Breaking.
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