#muttering
Rain falling on the decomposing leaves
cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs
the wind blows muttering ghost stories
into our ears.
Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles
as we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style
gathering sweets as we go
while the full moon glows.
Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November
when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky
we remember the gun powder plot
as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
After Hell and back
to hear your voice
all deep and gravely
on the other end
of the phone receiver
makes all the difference
When my belly's empty
and I'm about to collapse
Oh yeah, I already did!
I called you up
biting my lip
and you answered
on the second ring
enthusiastic about
some new job thing
I'm a foodie, I said
I noticed, you answered
I'm a girl with a BIG
appetite, who cares so much
about other people's well-being
that she burns out quicker than
a single sheet of paper
to a lighter's fine flame
when the going gets rough
her thin skin gets tough
what a shame!
After hell and back
there's no more of
the same
is there…?
What's left is but the ash
stuck to the bottom
of the bin in fine dust
and after hell has burnt me
to a crisp and worry seeps in
I try to not cry
but tears invade the corners
of my eyes
stinging and ringing
a fear so contrite
but if I avoid the things
that scare me
I'll never find freedom
and that's all my charred
feet want--release from
first time jitters--
and you're real
you're actually real
and that's the scariest part of all
it really is time now
to break down my wall
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
You know what bothers me a bit?
Everytime I recall a memory,
Casually, in my train of thought,
It almost always ends with-
“That was a hard time in my life.”
Even in recollections full of kind
That’s almost always
The following thought in my mind.
And ****** if I can find a period of time
That hasn’t been, that wasn’t.
But it doesn’t matter what was…
Or does it?
Yes… yes, it does.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
Being alone is the most scariest thing cause she is,
She's lost with her mind.
Her heart was a secret chamber in a church
and the walls were very high.
She painted her face in colours and learnt
that no matter how much she care,
some people just don't care back at all.
She acts like summer and walks like rain.
Her scars are stories, history written on the body
and her tears will drown her more than any water ever will.
What. A. Shame. None of you became
such fragile broken things.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC