Wide open?

Not for long.

Doors slam.

Chances gone.

Handle broken

Stuck inside

Decisions made

Opportunities die....

Pain, suffering, fear, and death

are all a part of a mind’s depth.

Bottled up where you cannot see

and buried deep inside of me.

A thought, a whisper, a sound, a voice

telling me you have no choice

but deal with the blows as they come;

you cannot hide, you cannot run.

Each sorrow, each grief, hidden from view

shown to only a lucky few;

and even then not all is spilt,

for none can climb th...

I love him.

So why does it make me sad?

He loves me.

So why do I feel so bad?

He is safety.

But I wasn’t always safe

He is gentle

But I’ve endured the intentional infliction of pain.

He holds me

But I want so badly to pull away

He is patient

But his understanding brings frustration

He is good

But it makes me feel irritation

He is kind

But I don’t want to completely relinquish my trust

He ...

Hope

It swells

Feelings delve

Optimistic

Should I believe it?

Only time will tell me.

I hate waiting and wasting,

But it seems I’m doomed to this fate.

I tell myself only one more chance

But I know that is a lie at a glance....

Dedicated to my Puppe

I’ve been sitting here and waiting, staring at the door;

Waiting for my mother who they say won’t come anymore.

I’ve been sitting here for ages, my bottom starts to ache,

And yet this feeling haunts me every moment I’m awake.

I know it was just yesterday when my mother called my name,

I know it in my heart of hearts but something’s not the same.

Now my limbs feel he...

The crabs tiptoed like tiny dancers across the sand, tentatively rushing from their burrows, marking the ebb of the sunset tide. The water seemed unsure of itself - its foamy afterthoughts getting swept up and distracted by long forgotten seaweed, sticking to the banks, swirling, reluctant to leave. Driftwood strewn about amongst the many eroded potholes of dried up coral beds.

This is where she...

Be it DNA,

Be it memories,

Or little parts of the soul.

What is left over in a place we no longer go?

Growing up with the trees around you makes you one of them.

But what happens when you leave that shade they’ve always swaddled you in?

Does a tree in a forest still grow if you’re not there to witness it?

Does a tree hold the same memories of you that you do for it?

How many trunks I’ve...

She sat there in the corner every afternoon. While the rest of the world carried on its necessary functions, she simply stilled and silenced herself. She wasn’t waiting for anything. She wasn’t hoping to share her thoughts or planning some grand scheme to save the world. She simply watched.

She learned about life from that corner. Occasionally she’d turn her attention to a book when the chaos ar...

She’s a little bit of everyone that she’s ever met

The funny thing is, she’s met no one like her yet.

Sometimes she cannot fathom the pieces of herself

All unique and scattered like forgotten books upon a shelf.

She’s always longed for someone whose pieces matched her own

It took her some time to realize that her mindset was all wrong.

Instead of searching for pieces that were the same as he...

Feeling escapes me;

thoughts evade.

Nothing left

but this dead brain.

Morals for shit;

Sins already committed;

sanity taken

and long since hidden.

Heart twisted;

tears unshed

Everything left

is already dead....