I may even cry
‘Cause that space within your palm,
That quick hidden smile,
And the constant gaze of your eyes…
They belonged to me once upon a time
Or so I thought
When I saw your flashes come and go,
When I blinked and missed what we had....
A creature called E
It tells me to run away from all that is happening and sleep,
Because nothing helps, not a thing.
I turn towards the right, and then the left
But all the others keep me up,
Haunting me like nightmares,
That I see with closed eyes
I try and try
Right left. ...
1:19 AM - You wish you had not been in all those messages, all those pictures. Anywhere else in the world doing anything, but here. You hit ‘delete’ for every conversation ever happened and every image you have of the two of you. You smile and you feel better. As if your brain wouldn’t remember any of it any longer....
I feel lonely even
in a room full of people.
I feel sad even in the happiest
There is a part of
me that just wants
to be let out, become free
and then there is
a part of me that just
wants to be shrivelled up
inside me and never come out...
If words can make someone remember their pumping heart veins from under a cloud of dust, if words can tap dance and make movements in a place gathering empty, if words can heal hearts, if words can spread like a calm and breath back life into a shattered soul, If words can really do that, than do I still need to convince you that they're but what my soul breathes.
And that is what words mean to me....
Number of rapes creeping up day-by-day
is it really their fault or ours?
Well, it certainly is of government,
for our government is nothing
but a disloyal prostitute
who first makes and then breaks its own rules.
So shall we count on such illiterate hypocrites
or take action ourselves?...
Does it even matter
That I want to
Let my screams
Empty my insides
And fill them with holes
Does it even matter
That I want to let my
Fingers crush the very surface
They write on
And throw away the resulting piece...
Your honeyed words reek of foul thoughts.
Cleverly hiding horns beneath your curls, your smile concealing the backstabbing sword.
Trading secrets, you turn people into puppets.
Humiliating some, you gather an audience.
You dig up old aches, use past mistakes, rub in salt and then play the part of a band-aid.
And when nothing works, you resort to the role of "The damsel in distress."...