One,
Two,
Three,
Four...
Shadows crawl in hope of escape.
Five,
Six—
Interrupting thoughts and fear demand attention.
“Hello, I'm here.”
The mind cowardly answers the call.
Life unhinges — unlocking the greed of depression.
The door opens, welcoming the darkness into the house with no lights.
Allowing the destruction to flood centre stage.
No spotlight needed.
He's strong, surrounded by the blackness.
He's seen. He's heard. He's felt—
He's home.
His cravings satisfied as he feeds on the vulnerability,
The instability that’s nested in these walls for so long.
Laughing at the echoes of loneliness,
He unleashes the pain that was suffocating behind a smile-shaped mask.
The pain that was locked away for a reason.
The pain he knew would not say no.
His easy target.
His prey.
Hugging one another, depression smirks and leads the way,
Knowing he’s conquered the land of the house with no lights.
He settles in. It’s his house now.
There is no more counting.
There are no more shadows.
It’s quiet,
Dark,
Finally home.
After that shock of...
that which started you
yelling, arguing, fighting
confusion, anger,
finding that 'it' ~ unhinges
once a loving relationship
now there dear, really worth 'it' to hang on,
lose or stay in-there, you're wanting to touch,
too be touched by your love...
Forgiveness of, or a new understanding,
finding a way back to bring
hope, peace
Start to make 'it' better
much better together, than before
while...
working 'it' all out is smarter,
better sooner than later...
should this be about money do
double dutch - ay... smile... laugh
Try ~ Time - Out ~ Before you both lose it!
In the 60’s, I would binge
On anything that sported fringe.
My leather jacket decked with beads
Had fringe that such a jacket needs.
My brown suede belt I wore down low
To hug my hips (the status quo)
Had fringe that anyone would crave.
(I wish that one I’d thought to save!)
I have one fringe-y sweater now.
Designers seem to disavow
This style, but if I’m on the fringes,
Joy in me this fringe unhinges.
Everday I do it, then exhale its warm
poison. It cools me , lets me think as if
Ididnt have a brain of my own. In the
mist of it all, the world puases for that
moment life unhinges.
As thoughts
splash my mind like waves
and paranioa brushed my goose
bumps as i shiver in its influence and
my sanity sips through the cracks.
I had told myself ''its the last time'', a lie
that to sooth me as this is the only
validation i'l ever need
Dark clouds
Midnight
What was that
A quick flash of light
Rain pouring down
Look at that lightning strike
Feel the power raging on
Close your eyes you dont need your sight
A boy stands in the middle of an open field
Engulfed in flames
Eyes closed arms spread focusing
His hatred plays no games
His burns are his motivation
His past is his facination
Vengence is his sole occupation
One shot no demonstration
No drugs
No Hallucination
Only destruction can bring his jubilation
The one who loves him sends up a prayer
For an angel to help him in his dispear
To help him see more than betrayal in the air
And to soothe the pain he bears
To let him know someone cares
Immediately everything starts to cool
It starts to rain
Putting out his fire
Putting out his pain
Scared of the madness
That nearly drove him insane
As the power of night unhinges
Everything shifts
Everything changes
He is standing in front of her
She is wrapping his heart in bandages
Standing face to face on a moon lit beach
All alone they start to speak
They fall for each other so fast
They are on a happiness high
For love begins in the night sky