Don’t talk to me Don’t look at me Don’t think about me Anything about “me” Makes me wierdly jittery Sounds stupid i know But look at the shreds Of tissue i just tore down I am a walking shredder Don’t come close to me.. Don’t look at my shoes Your granma wears the same Heels…… Continue reading Fidgety #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge
My little heart Is still shaking It’s funny How stupidly terrified It’s looking I smile at it It stares at me With its bright beady eyes Lying in its crib Confined Away from Toxic world Still trembling.. I let out a laugh I’m sorry couldn’t help It rolls its eyes And looks annoyed To calm…… Continue reading My little heart #NaPoWriMo 2018
I am pacing Pacing wild Like a restless lioness Suffering in pain.. My heart hammering My lungs bursting I am sweating In this pelting rain.. I am smiling broad And so is my soul After what feels like ages I am feeling okay again.. I am running In a network of overlapping circles Not skipping…… Continue reading Anything but Sane..
I’d Rather Be…watching sunset somewhere by the sea. Sitting on those huge rocks looking at sun sinking into the ocean turning into melted gold … …… I would rather be flying somewhere Letting the winds handle the reins of my life briefly.. just briefly.. … Maybe I would prefer to sit at that point between…… Continue reading Anchored, yet restless – WPC
I am burning fireball Trapped in a shell of ice A pained scream Caged inside Struggling to break free But my throat has closed My tongue tied My lips stitched Bleeding heart And vacant eyes Staring in despair Counting every second Waiting for your sign As my feelings burn and rage Just as you feared…… Continue reading Clash of Extremes
Back to coffee, window, anxiety .. life.. If I am having random cute little anxiety attacks and I am obsessing over the view from my window… this means I am moving towards my safe secure cave. A mental space that I constructed to keep myself sane…now sanity is one thing I have started doubting. I…… Continue reading Overlapping Emotions
I crawl out if my bed I crawl in darkness like a creep My hair draping my eye I am wide awake, not asleep I crawl, I crawl to the deep corner And curl to fit it Where the walls and floor meet I just go and settle in I breath in my passion And…… Continue reading Celebrating the Curse..