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?

Away.

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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Skin.

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/