I’m Sick

I’m sick, and I’ll always be sick

A parasite, festering inside

A bloated and protruding stomach


This is what will kill me.

A simple bacteria with a

High sex drive


Multiplying and now it’s visible

I can feel it riding up my throat

No where else to go but out


And I will just sit here, waiting

As it cries out to be fed

“I will starve you” I say.


I smile, an evil look in my eye

It has taken over me

It has sucked all of my energy


And here I will wait.

Upon this hill,

Nervously twirling my hair.


This is where I will die.

This is where I’ll end my time.

With no one here except the bugs,


Eating me from the inside out.

Wondering when my last breath will be.

Is it now?


As it takes over and consumes my heart,

And takes over my brain,

For the first time I’m not afraid.

Hope The Brightness Finds Itself In You.

You were meant for greatness
But you’re not really sure what that means
Which side will takeover?
Which side will succeed?

Will it be the side that you favour?
The one that gleams.
Or will it be the side that scares you?
When your eyes turn green.

The side that you fear feels oddly comfortable.
It’s always there for you when you stumble.
You like the darkness and its spontaneity.
The way it  wraps you in its harsh melody.
But that’s the side you know you will regret.

So you hope the brightness finds itself in you.
Letting the light take control.
Trying desperately to hold.
The light seems more flimsy.
It flickers.
While the darkness sticks around grimly.
Coating everything,
in a satisfying blanket of black.
The only question is;
Can you go back?


I’m nothing,
I’m air,
let me blow away.
You can’t hold me anyway,
so let me blow away.

I’m air,
so I don’t think you should care.
Why don’t you let me blow away?

I’m nothing, and I
don’t want to do this anymore
so please open up the door
and let me blow away.

I don’t want to make noise.
I want to leave as silently as I came,
no you’re not the one to blame.
It’s me, it’s my shame.

I’m nothing,
I’m air,
So let me blow away.

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I was nominated by Benedict Nicholson to do a freestyle writing challenge. The prompt word was skin. This was really fun it is definitely not my best work but I’ve been in a writing slump recently so this challenge has helped me out! 🙂

You take me
You carry me
You enrapture me
And you trap me

I didn’t ask for this
This mortality
I long to be free
I long for the pain
To dissipate

I wonder why
Why this?
Why couldn’t there
be no physical case to cage me in?
Sometimes, I think life would
be better this way

However, the body is more poetic
Being able to be imperfect
and to have challenges to push us
it allows us to work on ourselves
to better ourselves

Without this case of skin,
Without the flow of blood,
And without the structure of our bones
there would be no pain.

Without the difficulties there would be no redemption
And I wouldn’t appreciate laughter as much
without visualizing the crinkle of
your nose and the gleam of your teeth.
I wouldn’t fully enjoy a kiss without
your lips and I think that would be a sin.
So you’ve helped me fully appreciate my skin.

Time: 7:45
Word Count: 160

Picture: http://vampira-de-atena.tumblr.com/

Hello, Dead Eyes.

Hello, dead eyes.
You’re not doing well.
The darkness is inside,
I’m surprised you couldn’t tell.

Hello, tired eyes.
You know you cannot hide.
Sleep, you will find.
The monsters will have their time.

Hello, restless eyes.
Your stares will not be denied.
The beast is not kind.
Try not to lose your mind.

Hello, beautiful eyes.
You’re now in your prime.
How vain you are cannot be defined.
Your stars will never align.

Hello, soulful eyes.
Out of the dozen you’re the dime.
You cannot be confined.
You help us unwind.

Hello, caring eyes.
You’re the one that binds.
That love is hard to find.
Only your eyes shine.

Picture: http://robertlpeters.com/news/2010/06/page/3/

She Sits Alone.

She is five
She sits alone
Under the tree
Wishing for a friend
Waiting patiently

She is 15
She sits alone
Under the bleachers
Wishing for a boy
Waiting patiently

She is 25
She sits alone
In the cafe
Wishing for a man
Waiting patiently

She is 35
She sits alone
On the porch
Wishing for a ring
Waiting patiently

She is 55
She sits alone
In her apartment
Wishing for a friend
Waiting patiently

She is 75
She sits alone
In her rocking chair
Wishing for a smile
Waiting patiently

She is 85
She lays alone
In her bed
Wishing she had someone
to hold her hand
Waiting patiently for the end.

Picture: http://www.wrinklypedia.com/articles/meditation/

Why We Never Take Our Shoes Off.

I didn’t know whether to rip your clothes off or run the other way. I thought it would be easier if I didn’t stay. However the passion for you still burns as bright as the day we met under the light of the falling summer sun.

I keep my distance now because I see the lust in your eyes glaring at me, almost daring me to run over and kiss you. I know that you know I never say no to a dare so one of these days I might forget where I am, or all of a sudden not care who is watching and plant a big one where I know you want it, right on your full lips. The lips I’ve been dreaming of for months.

But it’s not that easy for us. We have a like/hate relationship. Like I can’t stop thinking about you so come here but when you get here I might have an urge to punch you in the face. I won’t though because the feelings after are pure ecstasy. Just the thoughts of you next to me.

Is it weird that sometimes when you speak it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to my ears? We are complete opposites. You, the I can’t stop talking because I need the silence to be filled at all times, extrovert. And me, the I don’t feel safe to speak sometimes so I don’t, introvert.

It’s like we are always in fight or flight mode. The tension rises until neither one of us wants to decode why the other is screaming or why we never take off our shoes and we always need to be close to the door.

I’ve never told you that every time you scream at me all I want to do is hold you in my arms and drown out the noise because I know you need it. A loving hand to wrap around and push all your broken pieces together. To turn your hard exterior into soft.

I can’t do this anymore. I’m going to be the one to have the last laugh because the final thing you are going to see is my back as I run away from you with no intentions of returning. I’m leaving and you don’t even know yet. I’m positive it’s for the best. Just so you know you will stand out from the rest.

I care so much about you and I don’t even really know you. We’ve been through so many emotions but we wouldn’t be able to say each others middle names if asked. So I will leave silently just as I came. If you were leaving the whole world would know. I prefer the mystery though. I like the fact that it will be so quick that I won’t hear you screaming “please, come back.”

I’m sorry it has to be in the dead of night but I chose flight over fight. So I will keep my shoes on and when you wake up I will be gone.

It’s My Fault You Have Bad Dreams.

It’s my fault you have bad dreams. I ruined your naivety. I pulled out your innocence to try to save my own. You know, it’s really hard to be so corrupted. I didn’t do this to myself though. Someone came along and blackened my view of everything too. I’m sorry that I stumbled upon you.

I didn’t mean to damage everything in my path. That’s just what I’ve grown up on. This is what I’ve been told to do. I was recruited into the darkness without ever being taught how to get out. They expressed that I was important. That my mission was special. My confidence was stolen. I’m just trying to get it back by making you feel hollow like me.

I took everything from you. I took your happiness and now you are left with an empty soul. I wish I could say that I’m full but I want more. So I will take from another and another. But what you see isn’t everything because someone keeps taking from me.

Please don’t leave. I need you. We both make each other feel dead inside but then again nothing makes us feel alive so just stay. Maybe keep me warm for a night. Help me get rid of my ghosts for a night and help me dream of what life was like before. When my innocence was contained by the people around me. I used to be forced to cover my ears but now I can hear everything. And now you can too.

Welcome, here is your number, forget about your name. Don’t forget to open your eyes and take your hands away from your ears. This is what life is really like. And remember to leave your soul and smile at the door.

Picture: http://baravavrova.deviantart.com/art/lost-in-the-darkness-399172644