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Madelyn Landis Jun 2017
Overwhelming waves of paranoia
Headaches that linger for days
Uninvited feelings of nausea
Nothing to do but lay
In your bed feeling trapped
Feelings that aren't so nice
You appear to have almost snapped
Maybe once... or twice
Don't worry they say to me
Oh but sweetheart, have you met my anxiety?
Madelyn Landis Apr 2017
Broken disassembled fragments,
a fragile moonstone radiates brightly
It's color reflects off the splintered mirror
Shattering it's own happiness
It self destructs
It has chose it's path
A scandalous course
A mediocre lesson
A heartfelt decision
Yet it longs! To put it self back together
The glue does not hold
Scattering in all directions,
The pieces fall to the gelid ground
Madelyn Landis Apr 2017
Thick chilling lines
Trick trick trickling down the canvas
Swift passionate movements
A cold critical stare

The colors are entangled with passion
The paint lays in heaps of hard work
Yet you crash to the linoleum
Thrashing out your arms-

Then all is still and smells of lavender
The birds of the canvas sing
Their songs melancholy and hopefully
Yet they will never fly
Madelyn Landis Apr 2017
A clear film cover stretches over the image
Cool, crisp, clear visuals
Lingering heart-wrenching memories
Preserved in sheer peace
Desperate crying and wishful thinking
You're trapped in your head
Madelyn Landis Apr 2017
Heart beats like symphonies
Heads filled with wonder
Thoughts about suicide
Forever they ponder

A cruel antagonist
A subtle twitch of the hand
Fearful countenances

They linger and loom
Like a sky over the horizon
Slowly waiting to rise
For the moon to move away

It is silent they say
As the clock is ticking down
The minutes
As our thoughts are processing
They scream louder than words
In this "preserved" silence
Madelyn Landis Apr 2017
The light shed down on the barren rock, greatful! Finally for recognition,
The rock found beauty in itself where others could not
The scars, the marks, the scratches
All the imperfections
Made the rock so much more appealing
The pink glare and blank stare it held
The rock was art to her
However no one could see what she saw;
That the rock was truly destined to become something special
Madelyn Landis Apr 2017
The pale colored sky
Looms over the bold colored town
It dreams of falling,
Of its pigment coming down
Thrashing and moving with uncertain grace
Yet it is unable to stick to a pace

Colors are flying
As spirits are too,
But there are many differences,
Between me and you
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