LostAn innocent girl travels down the road,Lost3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dark and endless street that stretches on,
A cold and cruel world where all erode,
With raven blackness covering the dawn.
One cannot bear such coldness all alone,
The madness of the darkness takes its toll,
The silence deafens all within its drone,
Her sanity is nearly swallowed whole.
But just before, lights flicker on to life,
Illumination on the broken path,
A sign of hope, an ending to the strife,
A bright chance for a blissful aftermath.
The lights upon the streets are all your friends,
Don't give up hope, for darkness has an end.
IT'S ALL IN MY HEADI can't explainIT'S ALL IN MY HEAD3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why my brain remains strained
By constant cognitive chaos
Deus ex machina
The tick tock of this mental metronome
Rocks me like clockwork
And I just can't stop it from jerking me around.
I know it sounds like my wits are unwound
But I'm grounded
My mind is too heavy to stay up in the air
Repairs will be have to rationed
As rationality is ravaged
And reason is ripped apart
Seems like I'm beginning to be finished
I just don't know where to start
The walls give way to the heat of the corrosion
And contents of my brain burst out
In an explosion.
Colors and scenes
Of visions and dreams
Gush and rush
You see what storms inside me
From the moment I wake
To the extent of my sleep
This biological mechanism is merely a vessel
For ethereal expression.
As a result of that concussion
I no longer possess the capability to exercise discretion
I'm afraid all I can offer is this confession:
It's all in my head.
The Crow is Watching YouThe wind used to whisper things to me; even in the dead of night it would come forth, spewing its single phrase of nonsense words that never made sense. For there never had to be enough wind, there never had to be a cold night, whenever there was a doubt, the wind would answer the call.The Crow is Watching You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'The crow is watching you'
Simple phrase, the five words forming together to make a concrete sentence. Yet a crow was never seen through the eyes. The call was heard when silence was too thick, the clatter and clicks of claws would appear when the world was too peaceful, and the rustle of feathers would overpower the escalades of society. The wind needed to take its rests, and the sounds of the crow would take its place.
'The crow is watching you'
The wind would return, because the pitter and patter of the crows could be ignored over time. The wind would whisper down the spine, saying its lowly sentence of haunting. Ridding its host of the familiarity of life, the honorable afflictions tha