The District Sleeps Alone TonightSmeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And i'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends i am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
Help Isn't ComingHow much will you test yourself today?Help Isn't Coming3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are strength in numbers.
And they drop everyday.
Almost into the double digits.
But shh, don't tell.
Some secrets were best not shared.
The burning in your belly is nothing,
compared to the tightness of your skin.
Don't look in the mirror.
Don't you dare.
Just the number.
I Love YouI love the ocean.I Love You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, not the beach.
Not white sands and
the hot sun.
Not even the beautiful creatures
that hide in it's depths.
I love the wide,
The danger of something
The way it moves.
The way it seems to breathe,
and be alive itself.
Something that stands alone.
That knows its place in the world
and that that place is
above so much else.
I love the water's egotism.
I love its nearly endless depth.
So much deeper than you or I
Claim to be.
Not the salt, digging into my skin.
Not the small waves that are so fun.
I love the ocean.
Hate...Hate is such a strong word.Hate...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's why I only use it when it's true.
And, quite honestly.
I hate you.
ThenThe sound of silence bleeds into my ear, and filters into pure madness.Then4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look in the mirror
and scream internally
I want to take a knife, and cut off all of my skin.
No fat, no flaws.
Just pure bones and raw flesh.
Then, I can be beautiful.
Then, I can be happy.
Then, I can be wanted.
Then, I can breathe without wanting to stop.
Then, I can forget my past.
Then, I will be perfect.
(iii) Daybreak 'When you held onto me like I was your little life raft,(iii) Daybreak2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
please know, that you were mine as well'
- Snow Patrol.
We walk along the streets of town together, hand in hand, as the November sun lazily begins to rise. Daybreak. The perfect time of day to walk to the coast, the morning untainted by the weight of the day, the delicious crispness of day’s youth greeting us. Slowly the day breaks apart in our hands. The full, dark clouds looming threateningly in the distance forced us to don our raincoats this morning. Reimi is sensibly carrying her multi-coloured umbrella in her free hand, her weapon of choice against this unpredictable Irish weather.
Just like an umbrella rebounds rain off of its canopy, Reimi has learnt to deflect her worries and fears. She no longer allows her problems to overwhelm her. She has put
(ii) The Sunlight Through The Flags 'These accidents of faith and nature,(ii) The Sunlight Through The Flags2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
they tend to stick in the spokes of you'
- Snow Patrol.
Who knows how long I have been sitting up on this hill? Watching the rain accumulate into deep puddles at the bottom. Watching the trees dance rhythmically yet decisively to a silent melody. Watching the weak sun struggle to break through the dark clouds. I think back to the storm five months ago, the storm that brought Reimi and I together. We were sitting in this exact spot all through the night until daybreak. My right hand clasped tightly over her left, her head resting gently against my shoulder. The red of my raincoat against the yellow marigold of Reimi’s raincoat. Our own material sun created in the dark.
That night we decided to stay and watch the storm, unable to tear ourselves