I wonder what you would do
if I told you
your dreams are useless, doomed to failure
your love is unrequited, a false trap, a lure
your happiness is false, transient like bubbles
your mornings full of sunshine, trouble
will turn to evenings full of longing
unfulfilled, unhappy, tragic, wronging
like the setting sun, miserable in muddy brown
your age, so invincible (now), will let you down
your mind will betray you, have you talking blabber
the ghosts of your loneliness will soon gather,
celebrate your funeral within
years before your innards decay, soaked in sin.
Would you crumble into a pile
fall, look at me with glazed eyes
or would you fight (for) me, punch me down
kiss me goodnight, with hope in your mouth?
For I’m Portia, my love
and all the caskets have death written unto them –
but the bronze one has hope, perhaps a new dawn
and so we live on
and so we live on. … More Shakes-a-pear
(I’m in a phase of crippling writer’s block – hence the absence of writing – and it has been a while. I have accepted that I don’t know if it will ever go away. On this blog, I hardly ever post anything that I don’t like, but I’m going to let go of that rule … More Merde de cheval
I have no more words to give.
I have scraped sentences off my skin,
had exclamation marks roll off my tongue,
joined words that weren’t meant to be –
just like you and me. (…) … More How to disappear completely
So much confined in a single word.
Like falling into an abyss without a bottom. Falling, terrified to accept that I am. (…) … More And if I stared too long, I’d probably break down and cry
The floor you run upon
Is bound to fall
The cage you’re running from
Will call with love
The bridges you burnt
The people you hurt … More For a heart in a heartless town
I’m terrified of people. Not scared. Not apprehensive. Not mistrusting. Terrified. Run-to-the-closet-and-hide-in-it-terrified. I don’t dislike them – I fall in love with them quite often, whether as best friends or lovers or family. I fight for them. I fight them. No, I don’t. That strikes the nail on the head quite well. I don’t fight … More So how do we win?
It’s a complicated world. You think you are pretty and amazing, but then remember people who are the objects of silent ridicule because they overestimate themselves so much (seriously, it’s objectively quite funny). How would you even know if you are one of them – they certainly don’t! You think you should accept you are … More Let’s hurt tonight
You slow everything down
with the tips of your fingers. … More Winter’s love
I come from a galaxy of thoughts, each bent on making myself occupy as little space as possible. I come from clenched fists, refusing to let go of scars and stories. I come from one eye on the dark movie screen and one on the exit door (just in case). I come from flimsy sweaters … More Since I had a loaded gun
Let’s write letters. Beautiful words, old ink pens and cheap paper.
Let’s text, old school. Limited characters , no emojis and lots of I-love-yous.
Let’s talk on the phone, let’s laugh. Listen to me laugh at my own jokes, tell me about your day. … More Mirrors