I don't have time to die.I tried to live,I don't have time to die.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
But I died.
In MemoryI listen to each drop of rain, as it touches my window with delicate watery fingers,In Memory1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Saying "let me in, we want to feel the warmth"
I think of you, and the first time I saw you.
That was the best day of my life, as you emerged for the dark woods, you hit me like a ray of
sunlight through the heart.
We didn't need words, only feather-light touches on skin and eyes fixed upon eyes, little fish bowl
worlds of colours neon bright and dancing with joy.
Laughing as our teeth sank into fluffy doughnuts, sugar forming clouds above our heads. Jam
dripping down our chins.
Running giddily along country lanes, hysterical creatures.
But now you're gone.
And all I have is the rain,
Endlessly pleading for my attention, but my mind will always be filled with you.
My personal drop of rain, the only one I'd let in.
Hope (never give up)My wrists are bound,Hope (never give up)2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Feet like ice.
Teeth chattering, eyes frozen with tears of fear.
And theres nothing to save me,
It will all end soon,
The voice of hope inside my head dying out, like a flame in a cruel wind.
Every part of my body aches, from my forehead to my trembling toes.
Bruises grace my thin skin, like purple ink blotches.
I'm so hungry that my bones ache,
and my throat is a well of drought.
But my fearful heart beats fast, the last lifeline.
A moth trying to resist the flame.
They don't understand that i'm not evil,
Would never hurt a soul,
I use my gifts for good,
Herbs to heal and spells to protect.
Love potions and cookery,
Not voodoo dolls and jealous thoughts.
I stumble on the sharp flints and blood flows from my weary feet.
Forced again to my feet, dizzy and weak.
We are at the river, raging, a fierce beast longing to consume.
Hands grab at my torn petticoat, rough, mean and dirty.
Staining my innocence, with lust and greed.
I fly forward through the cool air, like an
Hope for the HopelessHer bones bleached by cruel sunbeams.Hope for the Hopeless1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Draped through red reeds, her limbs twist.
Lips pressed against the sharp rock,
Toes curl in discomfort.