The truth is, I’m not a very likeable person. Even as a child, the adults around me didn’t particularly like me. I don’t think I was bad, I rarely misbehaved. If anything, I was overly shy, I was painfully awkward, I was overwhelmingly anxious. But even then, perhaps they could sense it, The heavy cloud that seems to hang around me. The day I was born, I spun the world into chaos. Born right there,…
Shoving dead leaves inside of trees, Make a wish to be free, Locked in a prison inside my mind, Wander the woods, See what we find. Neon rivers, Neon flowers. Now my problems start to tower. Will it be like this forever? – Coraline Faye
I drift in and out, In happiness and sadness. In anger and acceptance. In the past and future. In dreams and reality. I’m either rooted or sprinting. There is no in-between. The only constant is drifting, From one to the next. -Coraline Faye
Fast coursing through my veins A thrum of pulses running deep Waves of the red see convulsing Rendering me powerless in my awakened sleep My solace liberates in the dark nights My companionship lies with the orange moon She lulls me into a pulsing numb With her silky bellowing tune And when she takes her leave I’m left with the thunderous whispers Of my hands tugging at rusted yellow bars And a dim scream of…
Never felt welcome. Always feared rejection. My lack of normal participation, Love my only anticipation. Love does not look the same for everyone. Mine’s like one of Delaunay’s portraits, With many colours and shapes that Confuse the straights. I don’t want to change your form, But it’s a command from the world. And so, as I stay hidden, you do too. Maybe someday you’ll be true. -Anastasia Raf
It is at night I feel most alone, Less confident in my loneliness, For the day has passed And I cannot accompany the sun. I’m left in the dark, Scared to be its friend For I think I’d be losing the sun, The only friend I have. That’s when I need my star, Not the ones in the sky, For they are all too far. But so are you, Because my mind can only fantasize…
And when times like these hit, I want to go out. I want to visit my favourite place, The sea. It’s two a.m. and then I remember, I’m a girl… And on days like these, I want to go out. To work out. Run from the world around. It’s seven a.m. and then I remember, I’m a girl. And on moments like these, I want to go out. Take myself for a walk before work.…
На крыше есть птица. Он поет, он танцует. Но в доме никто не живет. Окна закрыты. Кровать холодная. На стенах висят только ваши картины. Они смотрят друг на друга, как мертвые, заперты в своем аду. (Translated) There is a bird on the roof. He sings, he dances. But nobody lives in the house. The windows are closed. The bed is cold. Only your paintings hang on the walls. They look at each other like dead…
Кожа удалена. Кровь сделана из чернил. Он пишет на своей коже слова, которые не их смысла. Ты любишь меня? Ты мне не отвечаешь. Время останавливается. Молчание не его смысла тоже. И у меня больше нет кожи. (Translated) The skin is removed. Blood is made from ink. He writes words on his skin that are not meaningful. Do you love me ? You don’t answer me. Time stops. Silence doesn’t make sense of it either. And I…
Рай зла. Ты открываешь дверь. Вот ты во дворе, где дует сильный ветер. Волосы приподнимаются, как растения. Кто-то вбивает тебе гвозди в грудь. Тебе больно. Собака ест твое сердце. Тебе больно еще больше. Но тeбе улыбка и смеётся , как будто ничего нет. (Translated) Paradise of evil. You open the door. Here you are in the courtyard where a strong wind is blowing. Hair is lifted like a plant. Someone is driving nails into your…