Bonds of Existance
Cold bonds surround my limbs, chaining me to this existence
Cut them, melt them I don't care how just break them, set me free.
Alone in this room, my only company is an occasional voice, a figment, a curse... A disease
They tare at my mind, heart and soul
Please set me free
9. CutWho wears the crimson cuts under their cuffs, over their vein?9. Cut in Free Verse More Like This
Who couldn't put up with the pain, cracked under pressure, gave way?
Their heart hammers with mine, their hurt is my own,
the damage they did to themselves is duplicated on me.
This misled, wretched misery whose mourning cost them dear
is standing somewhere, so alone,
and never realising that the one they need needs them too,
is still looking for them, longing for them, also alone and grieving.
Are they afraid? Afraid of the fissure that waits,
the deep dark abyss, daring them to leap?
I will be their light, their learned guide to lead them through,
I will be their net, the knowledge that they'll need to jump.
But before I can find them, they must free themselves,
let me know that they need me, let me know their face.
So we return to the topic that I told of at the start:
Who wears the crimson cuts under their cuffs, over their vein?
BB - Phobia - IntroDoors open, no going back,BB - Phobia - Intro in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
take a step into what lies beyond,
slam shut, I'm trapped,
can't stop now that I'm on.
Engines humming, growing louder,
tinny voice, Tannoy voice,
jets roaring, I'm flying,
facing my phobia,
this is my phobia,
I'm facing my phobia.
Ink StainsYou are the ink stains on my fingers,Ink Stains in Free Verse More Like This
you are the paint dried under my nails,
you are the graphite smudges on the side of my palm.
In my heart you are so incredibly close to me,
but you are intangible;
you melt away when I reach out for you
like smoke on a breeze,
because my courage will not hold for you,
my confidence always fails me when I need it most
and I feel like crying
and I feel like dying,
but you mean so much to me
and I never want to cry for you
but I will always be willing to die for you.
Please Remember MeRemember me.Please Remember Me in Free Verse More Like This
Remember me as the mistake
from which you learned the most.
Remember me as the monster
who broke your heart and turned the other cheek.
Remember me as the hypocrite
who hated you for your betrayal, then turned her back on you.
Remember me as the cause of your suicide,
the one who made you think life was not worth living.
Remember me as the so-called friend
who left you in the dirt.
Remember me as the girl
who ruined everything.
I don't care how you remember me,
for God's sake,
do remember me.
[I'll remember you
no matter how hard I try to forget]
TiredI'm fifteen and I'm tired.Tired in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of learning,
tired of failing,
tired of caring,
tired of hurting,
tired of crying,
tired of trying to smile.
I'm fifteen and I'm tired of living.
FrostbiteDragging my fingers through the frostFrostbite in Free Verse More Like This
on midwinter morning,
watching them turn dusky blue-purple
from the ice in your heart,
the coldness in your eyes,
the rawness of your fist on my skin,
your knuckles' bitter, biting crack.
Watching the frost fall
between my fingers like tiny shards of glass,
the kind you never see or feel
until they're stained red with you.
Just sitting here waiting for someone else to find me,
someone who captures sunlight in jam jars
and paints flowers the colour of rainbows,
but misses out blue;
I've had enough of blue.
Where It FellSee the child in the bathroom mirror, rackedWhere It Fell in Free Verse More Like This
with self-hate, with regret and confusion.
See her cheeks glisten with tears of frustration,
plenty to say but unable to speak.
She kept her confidence in a drawstring pouch, never
let it out of her sight,
but one day it fell,
and she never did find it again.
See the child with her hands in her pockets, wishing
she could just fade away,
trailing the last few drops of her confidence,
waiting for someone to show her the way
to where that drawstring pouch fell
and where it still lays, hidden, to this day.
DW - 1.The Angel in the Churchyard - Pt1Quen was running. Her shoulder-length blonde hair fanned out behind her. Her right hand held her Mad-Hatter-style hat on her head, the scarf tied around the base flying after her like a flag, and on her right wrist was a battered digital watch. On her left hand was a striped red and black hand-warmer and her left arm was trailing along at her side, the wind streaming between her fingers. Her turquoise Blue Banana hi-top canvas boots hiss through the long, dry grass. Her black Ironfist Alice in Wonderland t-shirt stood out against the pale ground and her legs powered in her pale blue mid-thigh length shorts.DW - 1.The Angel in the Churchyard - Pt1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
She reached the style at the end of the field and leapt over it, took one stride, and leapt over another stile into the next field. Three strides later, she hopped onto the wooden bridge and crossed it in five more strides. She dragged herself up the bank on the further side of the river. She turned back to face the river and pulled herself onto the creosote-brown fence.
It was the