I amI am.I am2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Feeding off your breath against my skin;
I'm sighing with each fall of your lungs,
catching every droplet in suspense and allowing myself to be ---
what I am.
Hanging on your every word;
I'm watching the vowels float around me ,
watching them slide from the tip of your tongue as I'm hearing the silk butter of your voice melt into my ears.
I'm glowing with promises and I'm blushing at your whispers.
Watching my life come together;
I'm gazing into the entirety of our future with just one look in your eyes.
I'm synchronising with every beat of your heart and I'm allowing myself to be
I am not aliveThough I feel the world against my skin, the sand-paper stone walls against my fingertips, the silk sheeted mattress lulling my legs, I still get caught wondering if I am alive at all; Alive or just an echo of a life has been, a spectre or a shadow falling through the days and somehow creeping its way into the next. A shadow with no substance, no order, no style; yet I live on in my head, silenced. It took more than just soul as my thoughts screamed out the sound of my last sonnet but it was gunned down before an impending verse could but dream of parting my lips.I am not alive2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hush, they say. Alive?
So I wonder, what is it to feel alive - What meanings
With nothing to holdWe started in the canopies, rather than the foundations.With nothing to hold2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We knitted our finger together and held our breath to lock our doubts, I felt stronger then.
I wouldn't get hurt because you were the one. You sung your sweet promises and I lapped them up like I couldn't feel the burning ache that settled after they'd ripped through my throat.
And you knew.
You knew what this would do to me.
We held the world out in our hands and you spun the stars from your fingertips so they sat like a reflection in the glaze of your eyes, I was so dazzled that I didn't notice the blood pooling our laps. My heart swelled like a thousand violins and I knew that o
DreamsIt's just that the world seems faded through my eyes.Dreams2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The ink is ebbing from my skin and I try but the colours just won't hold. Everything is coarse and rough yet I'm holding on to the faith that my dreams will come true and I'll crack through the wishbones that I've tangled myself in. I'm screaming into nothing and I'm choking on the echoes, it's like I'm singing underwater and the ripples are lodged in my throat.
The water is in my eyes and in my blood and even though I can't see or hear or breathe, I relax as the taste of regret is washed away and my muscles are freed from the numbing sting of what has been.
My life is written on the p
The Bottom Of The Bottle.You can suck up the liquor like it's you last chance of breath, you can crumble for the appeasementThe Bottom Of The Bottle.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
of your collected audience and keep telling yourself that it's why you live. You can maintain the
blade and carve your suffering into everyone surrounding you, declaring their empathy is what you
You can defile yourself and study whosoevers eyes fall upon your broken, sorry, selfish face;
searching for a drop of shock, a bead of pain or a flood of guilt.
Take what you can, sir, because you're not getting it here.
See we know what you're like, you can rehearse your strings of mourn-felt pain, you can drown
yourself in stre