Just because you corked a bottle So that the water doesn’t leak out Doesn’t mean that the bottle’s empty. Once I realized that I was the same I finally removed the cork And started pouring the hurt out Little by little. – Christina Marando
I used to think that anger was my friend. She kept me warm and safe, at least for a while. But anger needs fuel to keep burning And once I couldn’t provide it, She started using me as kindling. – Christina Marando
Maybe a bruise would have been better Or some other mark, a tangible record of the damage At least then I’d have clearer fragments to sift through. You left me with nothing but brief moments, Sprinkled in the spaces between your kindness, Of covert cruelty, and you said it was all me. So now I’m grasping onto thin strings Desperately trying to weave my story together, But I’m not sure where I end And where…
my dad said, “this is why you should have a higher power”, but what would i do with it if i did? get on my knees and grovel to the Holy Ghost, beg them to please spare you, make you wake up? i would do it, even having no faith. i’m told it’s not my fault, you shouldn’t blame yourself for what others decide to do. one hundred people could tell me this and i’d…
The dim sliver of the crescent Softly cuts the ceiling in slices The crackling static of the black greyness Noiselessly envelopes. Cradling us in an isolating shroud – Hannah Burns
Write into my body So that it makes my heart crack Sink my soul to the ground So that I may be immersed In a pool of your influence Hit me with your words I want you to stab me with your lies Until I release my sob Which echoes our surroundings Shake me until I am empty So that the world forgets my name – Sophie Isgro-Attwood
It went down. Grace and power Embraced, Solo’s playing The voices are soft and loud filling the gaps of my feelings, this song and the view I’m off to somewhere else. The sunset and I watched it from the sky this time. Fragility and grace Embraced, the song changes I seem to stay the same off to somewhere else I believed wishes do come true. I am you are and so it must be true.…
The words that seem difficult to put together. The folly in never knowing how to say what should be said. Linger in the smoke piping from this stick of incense how it flows, mimic its continuous meanderings. It is difficult to put words together Finding a different voice, your muse can never stay the same but only gradually change. Avoiding a digress The one unknown to others, what you think of all day Write of…
Imagine that The state of me after what you’ve done to me. Imagine that. It was so easy to slip Into this, The breeze Oh. So sweet, gentle and raging Darling embrace me. ‘Kill your darlings’ And embrace me Let’s dance so you can fuse with me Become we. Imagine that, Falling instantly? Falling dismally? Look at the state of me While fusing with you As we become And this might be the last one……