I sit outside in this heat, I hear the trees rustle as the wind whirls their leaves about their branches. The oddest thing occurs to me; I can hear the wind, yet the air feels so stagnant. I don't feel the air moving around me. It reminds me of him. He would always reveal his love for me, but I never felt it. His mind and his mouth would work in collaboration to create these scenes of passion, yet those passions never presented themselves. The whole thing was damned from the conception, and we both knew it. It was too much. When we were together fire and brimstone rained from the skies. He was my fire. Fire destroys. Fire eventually burns out
Watching the clock is the worst thing but sometimes that's all there is to do. Sitting in the corner of this lonely hotel room, this dirty, depressing hotel room, what else is there to do? The walls are a sickening color. Maybe at some point they were white; they're now stained yellow from the cigarette smoke that's been crawling up them for years. The color is jaundice and unnerving. It makes me think about what color this smoke makes my lungs. I twirl my cigarette on my fingertips and think, "Fuck it". I light my cigarette up and take a long drag. I'm facing so close to the wall that when I exhale, the smoke ricochets back into my face. It
I sit outside in this heat, I hear the trees rustle as the wind whirls their leaves about their branches. The oddest thing occurs to me; I can hear the wind, yet the air feels so stagnant. I don't feel the air moving around me. It reminds me of him. He would always reveal his love for me, but I never felt it. His mind and his mouth would work in collaboration to create these scenes of passion, yet those passions never presented themselves. The whole thing was damned from the conception, and we both knew it. It was too much. When we were together fire and brimstone rained from the skies. He was my fire. Fire destroys. Fire eventually burns out
Watching the clock is the worst thing but sometimes that's all there is to do. Sitting in the corner of this lonely hotel room, this dirty, depressing hotel room, what else is there to do? The walls are a sickening color. Maybe at some point they were white; they're now stained yellow from the cigarette smoke that's been crawling up them for years. The color is jaundice and unnerving. It makes me think about what color this smoke makes my lungs. I twirl my cigarette on my fingertips and think, "Fuck it". I light my cigarette up and take a long drag. I'm facing so close to the wall that when I exhale, the smoke ricochets back into my face. It
Burn the photos.
Discard the poems.
Select, Delete. Select, Delete. Select, Delete.
Get rid of the stories.
Tear the letters to shreds.
Select, Delete. Select, Delete. Select, Delete.
The hidden meanings behind the words
Were all in my HEAD.
--I see that now.
Select, Delete. Select, Delete. Select, Delete.
It's not your fault, it's not your fault.
I warned you, but this is not your fault.
Select, Delete. Select, Delete. Select, Delete.
In the end you will be gone.
Erased. Finished. Deleted.
Select, Delete. Select, Delete. Select, Delete.
I do everything I can to forget.
Select, Delete.
Select, Delete.
Select, DELETE.
They beg for darkness
threatening to close
they crave for silence
but i say no.
They wish to show me
a scene that makes no sense
although i wish to see it
i say no once again.
They offer rest to me
peace as well
they offer many things
yet i say no.
They are persistent
to get what they want
they keep offering me more
my ability to say no stops.
They drag me down
by my hands
my lids get heavier
as i slide into slumberland.
My life is really changing, and surprisingly, I'm ready. I feel I have nothing to lose anymore. I'm completely open with my creativity, and I can actually take criticism. Mary is the name, btw.
Current Residence: Pennsylvania Favourite genre of music: Indie
since no one else belongs here with me.."
Very good song. It's by Shiny Toy Guns; We Are Pilots.
I've had that lump in my throat all day where you just want to cry. I think I'm going to have a good cry tonight.