It’s hard to be caught in the night
In that spider web world
Of sticky threads that pull away your faces
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It’s hard to be caught in the night
In that spider web world
Of sticky threads that pull away your faces
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Notes: I wrote this in a moment of clarity on the bus. It’s both depressing and uplifting and I’m not sure what I was trying to say. Also, the first time I’ve ever written in second person…
Winter draws her weary brow around this world.
I’m sitting waiting for the cold.
There’s a man on tv that laughs and says
There’s no winter coming
This will potentially make people think I’m a little creepy but oh well….
Warning: Blood; horror(ish)
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the armrest. Mind wandering over buried fantasies, he listened to the dripping, breathing in time with the steady beat. The dark room pressed in on him, caressing and pulling at his hair. It seemed to breathe with him, pulsating to fill the air. Sweet metallic smells floated through the room and placated the keening man. His eyes fluttered lightly like bird’s wings as he disrupted the rhythm for a moment to inhale the delectable scent. Rushing into his body and charging through his veins, the smell electrified him, jolted him. Excited by this new energy his heart jumped and danced in his chest like a nervous stallion.
Trigger warning: Domestic violence, suicide.
I just had a plot bunny and had to write this. It’s a different style from my other stuff and i promise, it’s not as brutal as that warning makes it sound.
This random wee poem is inspired by Inception.
The penny drops
It tumbles, falls.
For a second it spins
And the world is reflected
On its spit-shined surface.
The penny stops.
It lies so still.
The face watches her
She closes her eyes.
It’s all a dream
It’s all just a dream.
Skirt edges kiss the grass
Linger for a heartbeat
Then leap on.
They swirl and twirl
Spinning like ballerinas
Jumping for the moon
And landing safely on grass.
Their hands float on air
Carried by the beat
That breathes in their minds
and moves in their souls.
For a moment the beat hitches
Her mind collapses
And she falls to the ground.
Hands grip hers
Faces smile at her
Then she is on her feet.
The hands don’t leave her
They pull her back into the dance
Bringing the beat back
So her feet find the path.
There’s a place far away,
In a field of green,
Where a tiny toy boat
Floats in a blue sparkling stream.
One child laughs
While another child cries.
One person lives
While another person dies.
There are shadows in this place.
They flirt with the sun;
They dance along the river banks;
The shadows kiss the warm cheeks;
Their darkness festers on the ground.
I turn my face to the sky and laugh
And the world laughs with me.
Under our gaze the shadows grow.
One child laughs
While another child cries.
There was a car crash
When I was young.
A man ran from the police.
A Grandpa died in the car crash.
He ran from the police
And hit a car outside my school.
A Father died in the car crash.
The criminal, the murderer,
He lived.
The old man, the innocent,
He died.
There’s a place far away,
In a field of brown,
Where a tiny toy boat
Drops into a stream and drowns.
One child laughs
While another child cries.
A bad man lives
While a good man dies.
Based on a true story
