Trouble

He looks for trouble and doesn't wait for the trouble to come and find him. Clenched fist, anger and frustrated power surging through every vein. He doesn't like the way you walk, or the way you talk. It's all your fault, watch your step.

I know

I am wasting my time, there's no interest there to others. It's like talking to the dead, they can't hear me. They are rotting, decaying and dead to the world. They see no beauty in anything, hear no sounds. Life is passing me by, but nobody can hear me. Never good enough.

Shadow

Shadow. Sometimes I feel like that is all I am, just a shadow. A shadow on the edge of my own life, on the fringes of the darkness it's so hard to live in the light once the shadows have cast over. Darkness envelopes me and pushes away the shiny people, the ones who radiate the light. I will never shine.

In pieces

To lose a game you didn't know how to play

To try and touch the clouds

 

Where is who I used to be?

She is gone

I am weaker than her....
But I know more

She was confident
I feel apprehensive 

Her life was all ahead 
Where is mine to go?

I press my palms against the glass hard
and try to touch the clouds
Tell me where is happiness?


I won't find what I seek up with clouds

Forget -me-not

All will crumble and fall
All you build will be destroyed
All you love will be no more
Like you've never been at all
You're all forgotten
No more..

Whatever..

Whatever you strive to do, however hard you try, you will fail and it's all a waste of your time. Accept your lot in life.

Oblivion

Today I resisted reaching oblivion, no respite. No sweet numbing and forgetting. I resisted, I feel and I remember.

Missing

Missing a piece, or missing the rest of the jigsaw? Broken. Camouflaged, those passing by neither see nor care.

Matters not?

Sometimes I just feel like I don't matter to anybody. I probably don't. Why should I?

Tunnel vision

The view I see, help me if you want but I see no other. I have always travelled along in the darkness and I have constantly always hoped to see the light, but I never have. I just have never been able to dwell in the light, I have felt in darkness always, is that the place I belong? Somewhere along the lines my personality got screwed up - but someplace inside my soul there's some good, something worthwhile? Is there? I wish. Maybe not, maybe they are all all right and I'm just one my own worst demon.. I am just my own worst enemy, my own destroyer?

The final destination

They reached the final destination at the end of their respected journeys, wherever it was they had all been heading they met in the same place. That place was the gloomy avenue of headstones in the cemetery. Choose your plot but be in no hurry to use it as the lights will go out for all eternity.

Flight over the dark souls

I soar, soar above all of you, lowly dwellers of the earth, I confess that my soul is black and heavy. So leaden is my heart, yet it does not weigh me down insufferbly yet. Each knock and disappointment adds an ounce to the weight of my heart. It is my soul that is dark not yours yet and I soar above you. Darkness can fly in silence.

From the light into the darkness

I don't know when I stumbled from the light into to the darkness, in the shadows my senses are numbed. It feels a long time since I made daisy chains on the lawn as a child. In the Summer when the sun's heat beat down on my hair and made it shine. Was I happy then? I can't remember.

Eyes behind glass

Behind the glass and locked inside her marble cast, unable to utter a sound she watches out of her dusty paned windows. Time passes, the dust and cobwebs ever increasing little by little, she can hardly remember her name some days. It was Rebecca. No one seems to notice as the people hurry by her each day and night whilst they go up and down the busy street in the town.

Talons clinging

With his talons clinging so tightly to the branch, the lone crow ceases his call and in the distance he hears the whispers of the trees. He knows what they say, he's so aware of the sights and sounds from the conspiring arboretum all around him. He doesn't like to hear their whispers and to feel the turmoil of emotions inside of of himself. He wants to keep flying towards the sun, the ultimate source of life and destruction, and never stop. To keep flying on and on and on, until his wings are agonized, burnt out and cease to function. Life hurts.

I seek life

I seek life
...non stirs
.....they, they sleep deep
.......I walk on
.........alone...

Reflected

Am I appearing or disappearing? Am I only partly here in this world, is the image getting fainter? I can feel my heart beating loud and steady, I just record the moment and file the image away.

If we keep still..

If we keep still they can't see us
If we keep still they can't hear us
If we keep still

Keep still

At the apex

I just can't bring myself to step out of the light, my legs won't move, I stand rooted to the spot. Even the light is darkness.