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  Nov 2014 Tatiana
Beaux
The sun rises for me
It sets for you
I've started another empty day without you
You ended a great one without me
I'm struggling through it
You sleep soundly
I can feel the pain
You sink into dreams
I'm lost without you
You couldn't be more found without me
Another day in paradise. Sending prayers to all those who need it.
Tatiana Nov 2014
There is going to come a time,
where life will drag you down.
You can't sleep,
can't eat,
can't live peacefully,
without dying on the inside.
So how do we all cope.

We write.

I know how difficult
it can be to write.
Especially when it's a problem,
that torments us,
and the evil power of our demons,
whether real or imagined,
takes control of our lives
and the next thing we know
is that we're empty
and we need
to write.

But that can't be the only reason,
right?

Who do you write for?
Yourself? Others?
Is it a specific group of people?
Or no one in particular?

What do you write?
Do you write about daily moments?
Or more abstract themes?

When do you write?
Just when you have the time?
In the early hours as dawn breaks?
Or when the darkness settles over the land?

Where do you write?
Outside? In your room?
Anywhere you can?

Why do you write?
Are you searching for hope?
Or just looking for comfort in your own words?
Or in the words of others?

Remember why you write,
and that will keep you going.
Tatiana Nov 2014
Nothing like demons
to keep me up at night.
I'm so stressed,
where is the light?
My brain wishes to shut down
but my eyes put up a fight.

They're not allowed to close.
I'm forced to watch it all.

Nothing like work
that gives me anxiety.
With my mouth wide open
I scream so silently.
I rise from my bed
and I try to pace quietly.

They're not allowed to close.
I'm forced to watch it all.

Nothing like thoughts
that make me talk to myself.
Always out loud
as I pace by my shelf.
Questioning existence and loneliness,
too much trouble for oneself.

They're not allowed to close.
I'm forced to watch it all.

I know when I look in a mirror
when the world wakes in the morning.
I'll see deep, purple and black bags,
I know that's a warning.
And everyone will question,
but they'll never see me mourning.

They're not allowed to close.
I'm forced to watch it all.

As the first light
of the upcoming day,
graces me with it's presence.
I find my way
over to the now golden window.
With one deep sigh, i'll be okay.

They're not allowed to close.
I want to see it all.
Good morning Insomnia.
Tatiana Nov 2014
By forces unseen
I take one step forward,
then another,
and another,
one more.
My eyes close and i'm floating.
Up I go,
into the soft white clouds.
I float indefinitely,
hoping these unseen forces
keep my head in the clouds.
Because right now,
the ground is a scary place.
Tatiana Oct 2014
Sitting on an island
that was much too small.
It was covered in little gray pebbles,
I tried to sit tall.

The wind blew strong,
I huddled in my shawl.
I'm sorry my head ducked low,
it's just been too much this fall.

Leaves were swirling in the river before me,
and I uncurled from my ball.
The wind made waves in the water,
and I started to crawl.

The image was distorted,
I couldn't see it all.
The water keeps on rippling,
and I started to call.

Splashing at the water,
the face makes me bawl.
I look around at everything dying,
every time the leaves drop in Fall.
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