Inside terror
you might find
that crazy bitch
inside my
mind.
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Inside your Mirror
Another little story, for the little tales
wrapped inside all those
small
details.
You lived in that house
up on a hill,
faced with something
that wasn't
real.
Then you turned to me
with blood on your hands,
made me believe
your stories would
be
real until
he showed up
one night
asking
questions.
"She spilled her guts
she spilled her flesh
torn within
nothing but
zest...", he said.
You gravitated to
another
ordeal
sucked in mission,
sucked on feel.
I couldn't help but get you inside,
protect you
and let you
further inside...
Because dear boy, you're in this world
alone and faltered
but you don't know much more.
This instinct pulls you
fights from within
gets you somewhere
where colors disappear.
You don't know where
to go
you don't know what
to
dissolve,
but one thing I can tell you
You're
Never
Alone
wrapped inside all those
small
details.
You lived in that house
up on a hill,
faced with something
that wasn't
real.
Then you turned to me
with blood on your hands,
made me believe
your stories would
be
real until
he showed up
one night
asking
questions.
"She spilled her guts
she spilled her flesh
torn within
nothing but
zest...", he said.
You gravitated to
another
ordeal
sucked in mission,
sucked on feel.
I couldn't help but get you inside,
protect you
and let you
further inside...
Because dear boy, you're in this world
alone and faltered
but you don't know much more.
This instinct pulls you
fights from within
gets you somewhere
where colors disappear.
You don't know where
to go
you don't know what
to
dissolve,
but one thing I can tell you
You're
Never
Alone
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Just Sayin'
Just sayin'
you're alright
just saying
so that we won't fight.
Just sayin'
when the morning comes
because baby
sometimes it feels like it
won't.
Just sayin'
when it's tough to bear
that hard look when
we're
in dispair.
Just sayin'
I will not stop,
not
until you say
it's just...
sayin'...
you're alright
just saying
so that we won't fight.
Just sayin'
when the morning comes
because baby
sometimes it feels like it
won't.
Just sayin'
when it's tough to bear
that hard look when
we're
in dispair.
Just sayin'
I will not stop,
not
until you say
it's just...
sayin'...
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
Yea...
Yea,
you caught me,
in the
lime light.
Yea,
you took me,
from the wrong
night.
Yea,
you found me
in between
then,
when,
all others
turned
a-
way...
I just wanted
someone to,
under-
stand
before it turned...
You got me
when it was
alright
in the haze before
it changed.
I got you
when you didn't know -
then you turned
and told me
so.
Now I look
when you sleep
and nothing holds me
away from you.
Yea you told me
then one night
a kiss
a thrill
a one stand-fight.
...
We
are
meant
to
be.
you caught me,
in the
lime light.
Yea,
you took me,
from the wrong
night.
Yea,
you found me
in between
then,
when,
all others
turned
a-
way...
I just wanted
someone to,
under-
stand
before it turned...
You got me
when it was
alright
in the haze before
it changed.
I got you
when you didn't know -
then you turned
and told me
so.
Now I look
when you sleep
and nothing holds me
away from you.
Yea you told me
then one night
a kiss
a thrill
a one stand-fight.
...
We
are
meant
to
be.
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
Your Poisen
In almost a fit of fury, Iva grabs hold of the candle stick.
It was the closest object next to her before she could even bat an eye lid.
It was only moments earlier when tears where draining her face in liquid oil spills, when a sound of something unusual came lurking outside her apartment, distracting her. Iva froze. She thought she could hear moans. Gurgling.
The odd noises were soon followed by heightened screams and then a stampede of tumbling feet, bashing down the stairs, spilling into the corridors.
With the candle stick firmly in her right hand, its metal digging into her palm, Iva heads over to the curtains, as she follows the noise of tripping heals crash into the court yard. Gently pulling the curtain aside, leaving enough room for the apple of her eye to gauge what was happening, Ive spies neighbors rolling over one another, heading for the front door of the main building.
They were running from something.
But from what.
From whom.
Everyone was almost outside.
Everyone but one man.
He's left behind.
Iva pulls the curtains closer to her face, sealing out any possible light coming into the court yard.
The person left behind lies motionless.
The a wiggle.
Then a kneeling.
Then a stand up.
Fully erect.
He turns
and stares at her.
His face is soaked in blood.
As he walks towards her window, Iva notices his step is limp.
He doesn't make a sound.
Only the sullen drag of pebbles on the ground is heard, echoing, as he heaves his body towards Iva's window.
And as he closes in, Iva notices his face.
The man is her neighbor. Living above her.
A friendly gentlemen.
John is his name, divorced with two children, just past his fifties, a writer, and with intensely ice blue eyes.
Eyes that Iva recognizes instantly.
With her free hand, Iva fiddles for the light switch.
The room is dark.
She looks outside.
Darkness fills every shadow.
She no longer sees John.
Maybe now he doesn't see her.
Maybe now she is safe.
In the dark.
It was the closest object next to her before she could even bat an eye lid.
It was only moments earlier when tears where draining her face in liquid oil spills, when a sound of something unusual came lurking outside her apartment, distracting her. Iva froze. She thought she could hear moans. Gurgling.
The odd noises were soon followed by heightened screams and then a stampede of tumbling feet, bashing down the stairs, spilling into the corridors.
With the candle stick firmly in her right hand, its metal digging into her palm, Iva heads over to the curtains, as she follows the noise of tripping heals crash into the court yard. Gently pulling the curtain aside, leaving enough room for the apple of her eye to gauge what was happening, Ive spies neighbors rolling over one another, heading for the front door of the main building.
They were running from something.
But from what.
From whom.
Everyone was almost outside.
Everyone but one man.
He's left behind.
Iva pulls the curtains closer to her face, sealing out any possible light coming into the court yard.
The person left behind lies motionless.
The a wiggle.
Then a kneeling.
Then a stand up.
Fully erect.
He turns
and stares at her.
His face is soaked in blood.
As he walks towards her window, Iva notices his step is limp.
He doesn't make a sound.
Only the sullen drag of pebbles on the ground is heard, echoing, as he heaves his body towards Iva's window.
And as he closes in, Iva notices his face.
The man is her neighbor. Living above her.
A friendly gentlemen.
John is his name, divorced with two children, just past his fifties, a writer, and with intensely ice blue eyes.
Eyes that Iva recognizes instantly.
With her free hand, Iva fiddles for the light switch.
The room is dark.
She looks outside.
Darkness fills every shadow.
She no longer sees John.
Maybe now he doesn't see her.
Maybe now she is safe.
In the dark.
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Green Girl
You make me feel like
a Queen.
Even when the dark comes rolling in
like ten legged spiders
ready to consume my dire
flesh.
A Queen you made
by sending kisses
in envelopes
unopened.
I am your Queen.
Who else would I be.
Your Queen.
Forever your
Queen.
a Queen.
Even when the dark comes rolling in
like ten legged spiders
ready to consume my dire
flesh.
A Queen you made
by sending kisses
in envelopes
unopened.
I am your Queen.
Who else would I be.
Your Queen.
Forever your
Queen.
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
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