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Roisin Sullivan May 2014
I think I'm getting better
              But then one single
                                          Blow
Sends me spiraling back
Roisin Sullivan Apr 2014
It starts, at first,
Like a small itch
That's easy to
Simply ignore.

But soon begins
To cause me pain;
Persistent and
Burning my skin.

Isolated
In the start, the
Sharp, searing fire
Licks my body,

Then quickly spreads
Across my hills
And deep valleys.
Untamed wildfire.

I can't put it out,
With indifference,
Desolate and
Cruelly chilly.

For my passion
Fuels the flames of
Pictured despair
So real to me.
Roisin Sullivan Apr 2014
Like the sun bursting from beneath the clouds
Or stars exploding in space, I feel light
And energy from all the particles
Of the universe. The salt of the sea,
Dirt underneath my feet, dust on the wind,
The exhausted breath of my ancestors.
It has all been concentrated in me,
In this moment, so that I can capture
Greatness in the palms of my two small hands.
I can see supernovas in my mind,
Both lovely and melancholy at once.
So I transfer this to ink and paper;
Productivity banishing sadness.
I don't want this feeling to ever end.
Roisin Sullivan Mar 2014
Finally.
I can hear birds chirping in the trees.
At long last.
The sun is starting to hear my pleas.
Roisin Sullivan Mar 2014
They say that 2 a.m. belongs to those
Who are lonely. The ones trapped in cages
Of sharp glass contained in a swirling void
Composed of pain and bittersweet longing.

2 a.m. belongs to the lonely ones,
But 5 a.m. is for the heartbroken.
It's the time for shattered trust and splintered
Promises; things you didn't want to know.

I say that 5 a.m. belongs to those
Drowning in salty tears of betrayal.
The ones who are lied to and realize that
They belong with the 2 a.m. people.
Roisin Sullivan Mar 2014
I almost forgot...
The way your eyes light up when:
You're looking at me,
You find something amusing,
You hug me tightly,
You talk about the future,
You say "I love you."

I almost forgot...
How my heart starts pounding when
I open the door
And see you standing there,
Waiting to hug me,
Handsomely smiling at me,
Saying "I love you."
Roisin Sullivan Mar 2014
I've been walking, as of late,
In a twilight realm filled with
Dancing fairies and cruel fate.
They all told me it was myth.

But I've found it on my own;
A world that doesn't conform
To a cage made of white bone
And creates a whole new norm.

To you it might seem that I'm
Just wandering aimlessly,
Wasting the passage of time,
I did once, so famously.

However this is not true,
I love spending time under
Skies made of sapphire blue,
Topaz, and other plunder.

In this world I see so much;
I feel so alive, vital.
And here, everything I touch
Livens, becomes bountiful.

I want to stay forever
In this forest of sweet dreams
And lovely hope.  However,
Soon I must awake to screams.
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