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274 · May 2015
Seven
Cíara McNamara May 2015
Seven has an entirety about it,
a hidden wholesome within its meaning -
days, story-telling, sins and the word of Him.
The number beholding something greater
that can truly be perceived.

Seven has another meaning, a secret
only known by me -
the age when my home was broken,
the times that he hit me,
before the beating came to a stop.

There a seven pieces of me
which make me whole.
Not horcruxes, but physical segments.

My past and present,
the writer and the fighter,
the dream-daughter and the friend,
seven being the demon,
to which all the others attend.
271 · May 2016
Untitled
Cíara McNamara May 2016
when he looked at me,
I could tell he was just looking at me
and not at my soul

if you can't see my soul,
then you can't really see me
268 · Sep 2014
Untitled
267 · Jul 2015
X
Cíara McNamara Jul 2015
X
And so boredom
consumed
his dark and dulling world.

Food was nothing more than sawdust,
drink merely poisoned air,
music the screaming shrill of pain
and life, a darkness beyond repair.
263 · Jul 2015
11 words
Cíara McNamara Jul 2015
You should shine,
because the world is yours for the taking.
261 · May 2015
I, and me and us
Cíara McNamara May 2015
I feed my demons with the darkness
they soak the light
from the good
and bring the demons
to the ******.

They curl in the shadows
and stretch upon the earth,
soiling all they touch
with their sulfurous stains.

Their talon-nails
are beautiful,
but oh how they cause pain.
These ****** dark demon beings

They want to ruin this place,
unearth all the good
and leave chaos
wherever they may run.
258 · Dec 2014
Knowing then -
Cíara McNamara Dec 2014
Never knowing fear, doesn't mean you've
Never been afraid. Never knowing the
Moment that could end it all - affirming or
Destroying all you've ever known - doesn't mean you've lived your life safe. The moments that break you are the ones that create you. Never taking the leaps, your hidden desires encourage wont keep you whole. There's a world out there - the probabilities of being afraid, alone, broken, forgotten and abdonned swarming you, etching into the darkness of your mind. Never knowing fear doesn't mean you've never been afraid - it means you've never lived and knowing then -
255 · Jul 2014
You
Cíara McNamara Jul 2014
You
Screams encased in silence
Scars torn by tears
Lives ruined by you -
Using a blade or two

Was I not here
When you wished to cry?
Why is it darling
You plead to die?

What kind of life
Do you wish to live?
No words to speak
Art hidden by sleeves –

With thee I beg
I see the horror laced in your eyes –
The questions you leave with me
No answer do I desire from thee.

Could I not stand for both of us?
Be the vein instead of a chain –
Delicate poppies could have been spared
The war didn’t have to stay inside.

Words greeted with silence
Silence smothered in tears
I cannot breathe for you –
Stitches – they wasted strings.
252 · Dec 2015
Untitled
Cíara McNamara Dec 2015
You never told me
what it was
that makes you
weak -
249 · Jan 2015
To my loved one
Cíara McNamara Jan 2015
I cried 'til challenged with laboured breathing
After you hung up the phone.
The hole you just ripped in my chest,
More jagged and deeper than ever before.

The way you casual said " not that you'll even care "
Left an emptiness I can't describe.
You knew how I felt, I made sure
Every day to love you more than the last.

The tears streamed from my eyes -
Yet truly from my soul when I realised
You had halved a whole.

" Look I've met someone else "
Is all you said, over the phone.
Is that all I was worth,
Five measly words and a broken heart?
249 · Mar 2015
The 'darkness'
Cíara McNamara Mar 2015
When the darkness breaks in
I won't break down and accept defeat,
I will never let them win -
247 · Jun 2015
Radio
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
I am going to play that song again,
always the same,
you cannot make me change.
Through the broken radio
the vibrations will make me whole
and we'll be back to playing this game.

Just look at me,
and you will know the truth.
I will sing the words wrong
but to me they are so right
'cause its true, I love you.
243 · May 2015
Mirror
Cíara McNamara May 2015
To the eyes
that glare at me
like cold steel blue -
empty and dead.

From them
no soul can I procure.
234 · Mar 2015
Misinterpretations
Cíara McNamara Mar 2015
You held me so close
That I dared to think you were mine
230 · Jul 2015
Untitled
Cíara McNamara Jul 2015
By the ocean
is where I will contemplate my entire life,
to the sounds of the waves
crashing down upon my plight.
222 · Jan 2015
Untitled 5
Cíara McNamara Jan 2015
I hate how you make me feel.

That crushing feeling in my core,
That overwhelms me
Leaves me with laboured breathing -
Every time I stumble across you.

I hate how you don't care.

You said that I was yours,
Before I whispered "I love you"
Under the midnight stars.

I hate how I'm a fool.

I'd take you back, and love you
Cherish your very being.
Even though I was just a bet -
A joke to you and your friends.

Mostly, I hate how much I still love you
212 · Mar 2015
The Backscattering of 'Me'
Cíara McNamara Mar 2015
The mistake I made
was not what I had always believed it to be -
nor what you believed me to be

It was all just smoke and mirrors
An act of endless defiance
with games no one knew they were playing

The error was not in our ways
It was in the question - or questions
I had forgotten how to ask

Life broke me down and
shaped me into being the clone
I never wanted to be -
201 · Mar 2015
Untitled
Cíara McNamara Mar 2015
Wake me when I'm dead -
Unless I'm dreaming
201 · Jan 2015
Voices
Cíara McNamara Jan 2015
Drown out the voices
And pieces of you will have to go

Don't listen to the things
You tell yourself so late into the night -

How are you to know which voice of yours
Is truly right?
193 · Jan 2015
Untitled
Cíara McNamara Jan 2015
Don't believe the things you tell yourself
So late into the night -

You are lost between two worlds,
Neither of which is right.
188 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Cíara McNamara Feb 2015
Had I to paint a picture
I'd colour you in with my fingers
Using the lines as guides
Rather than instruction

I'd use the colours that we
Painted with our naked souls
Rather than the ones in the pallet.

Then I'd rip the image to shreds
Because a masterpiece is nothing to others
Than what it is is to its master.
182 · Mar 2015
Untitled
Cíara McNamara Mar 2015
"Love" - it will set you free,
allow you to be the one
you were made to be.

So they promise -

"Love" - it will take all that you are
and leave you be.
164 · May 2015
Untitled
Cíara McNamara May 2015
I could love you -
but, could you love me?
#love #thoughts #happiness #rejection

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