InsanityThe sky is purpleThe sea is redMy dog is a dragonMy brother a demonA creature perchesOn my shoulderAnd whispersEvil deedsHe tells me to dump the oilAnd light the matchCut the ropeAnd watch the chandelier dropBlood seeps from the wallsScreams echo in the darkThe moon calls to meIn a sweet lullabyOf insanity
feyThe wind whispers to mein hushed tonesThe trees rustleand tell me their talesThe sunlight fills mewith warmth and wonderThe shadows reach for mecraving lust and destructionThe sea sharesits sorrows with meThis is who i am, feyMy world, that of Faerie
Faeriethe windin my haircool waterlapping againstmy bare feetthe warmthof the suncaressing my skinthis is my worldthe world ofFaeriewill you come awaywith me?will you be myother half?balance my worldbe the calm againstthe stormthe moonlighti revel inthe fire thatkeeps the dark at baymy love,come with meto Faerie
Mine?I ask forForeverAnd You sayYou willAlwaysBe thereButThe distanceScares meThe timeUnravels meWhen we areTogether againWill you stillBe mine?
My WorldWhen I'm with youEverything fades awayYou make me feel aliveI want you all the timeWhen you're goneI feel emptyColdLostDeadBut, when I'm with youThe world comes aliveThe colors are brighterThe sounds clearerThe tastes sweeterYou are my strengthMy stability, my everythingYou are my world
melt downmy lifetornmy heartshatteredmy head isa mess ofconfusioni don't knowwhat to docan you tell mewhat to doim in themiddle ofa mentalbreak downoh yesim havinga melt down
RELIEFThe biteof thebladeThe stingof thepainThe flowof thebloodreliefsosweet
Hopedarkso darki runand irunwhere isthe lightthe wallsare closing inhopelessand alonein thedarka smilein thenighta warmthin thecoldyour handheld outto memyshininghope
ESCAPElostin amaze ofinsanityrunningthroughempty roomsand burningforestssearchingalwayssearchingfor anescape
acrimonyi have spent too long loving youlike a store shutting down, slashing my prices,hoping there’s something here you mightwant to buy before i go under.this is not your fault. i was told that lovingdesperately and wholly was light yearsbetter than loving practically, but youhave spent four years loving me like i am a siegeand you are worried that your fortress’s wallsare not high enough. i think i meanthat you love me cautious; you love mecircumstantially.most nights i waste hours not looking at my phoneand trying to remind myself how much i amworth without you by my side. the numbersnever add up. maybe this is becauseyou have never been constant enough to be an equation.look here, i have it on good authoritythat universes exist in my skin and stars have diedso that i could live. stars have died and i havesurvived and you will not be the one to make me wishmy soul was nothing but a black hole.i can’t shake the thought that you are my novel andi am y
He Wore My Makeup AgainAt least it wasn't a dress this time,but I know that my boyfriendhas something to hide.When I'm not looking, he takes my purse,uses my make up to cover the hurts.Dabs his fingers into my foundation,taps it on his face, with handsas skilled as a physician.The brush he rubs down the angles of his cheek.He should be thankful that he'sthe same complexion as me.I've never seen him with a bare face,whenever he's with me,the make up will stay.At least he hasn't used my lipstickyet, I don't know how I wouldfeel about him adorned in red.And my eye shadow, he seems to leave alone,it seems he uses my make up,just for an even tone.Perhaps he'll progress to using the rest,and then I suppose then, he'll startwearing a dress.I guess it's slow, this painful transition.I just want him to say it,he's already got my attention.I get it he's a cross dresser, he has to be right?Isn't that what men who want tobe women describe themselves like?I think I'll confront him about his f
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorof a coal miner’s faceafter a long, hard day of work-something you’ve neverhad to experienceyet you talk as thoughyou’re just as worn out;your trivial chit-chatis turning syrupy with every sip,although your sentencesaren’t getting any sweeteryou grab another glassof the effervescent liquid,hoping the sea of peoplewill turn to black coal,and it will be dark enoughfor you to fall asleepas you walk tipsily to the bathroom,the overpaid opera singerbelts her last high note- a bit too high;your crystal glass shattersinto a thousand piecesAnd with it, you shatter too.
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
I won't cryyou can ask me how I am.that's okay I won't cryI don't know how I am, I can't correctly describe it.Other than to say there's a constant ache in my chestand a tightness in my throat,with swelled up emotions sitting somewhere at the back of my eyes.You should be careful what you saybut then I can't even explain what triggers these feelingsso say what you like,I'll just react in which ever way,cos I have no controll now.The way I feel everyday, has become so familiar to me,since I lost him.Sometimes it's so hard to bear,the constant ache in my chest threatens to crush meIt's hard to breath.The tightness im my throat burns,I want to wail out loud my inarticulate utterances of griefand release all my pent up emotions.But don't worry you can ask me how I am.It's okay, I won't cry.Written by Suzanne karbach21st may 2015
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."Please, fucking, SPARE ME!Because when I look in this mirror, I know.When I see myself looking back at me, I know.Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.I was the problem.I was the instigator.I was the perpetrator.And when I had broken every last bit of her,I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
xciv. you are the stardust between my sheetssilently our bodiesmeld together in wavesof hot and cold as ourarms and legs tanglelike comets dancing atthe feet of Orion,your soft and lecherouslips sweep across mystinging cheeks as yourdelicate fingers work orbitsaround my hips leavingstardust trails in their wake;we are two bodies boundto collide like the brilliantcolors of the northern lightsfor we are cosmic lovers:you are my shining galaxyand I am a black hole--I will swallow you whole.
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,A man given freedom.He looked in the mirror,And liked what he saw...The days wore on,And he lived his life.Morning PT was a distant memory,So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.Training came thrice at first,Then twice, then once,Then none...The days wore on...And life became harder,Sacrifices were made.He looked in the mirror one day,And didn't like what he saw.Not anymore...Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...And the days wore on...And so he went out running, one fateful day,His lungs burning with every breath.Yet despite the pain inside his chest, He resolved the soldier, would return to his best."You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around the yard!"-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
fallingfallingfallingfallingdeeperanddeepereverythinggoes blackcold tendrilsof fog creeparound methe darkoblivionconsumes mei let goand falla silent cryescapes my lipsi reach outmy handand hopeyou willcatch mebefore i'mlost