She wandered alone, swam even
through the depths of her insolate
heart. A shiny blue metal did catch
her off guard. The rebel in her,
trying to run and entrap the beauty
that surrounds. A true hodophile in
this respect.
The iron cast jamming her legs,
stopping her from the destiny unknown.
Unbeknownst to the surroundings,
undeterred by the same, she’d loosen
the metal chain that drowns her,
she’ll jump again.
Categories:
insolate, analogy, anxiety, april, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Bitter, the taste of tears on your color less cheeks, breathe,
reality on the run hurts worse than the insane damage of
any words thrown in hatred; let my crooning eclipse you,
insolate you, like a halo on an angel. “Speak to me of us,
nevermind, the money and the great gig in the sky or them."
B itter, THE taste of tears on your COLOR less cheeks, BREATHE,
R eality ON THE RUN hurts worse than the insane DAMAGE of
A NY words thrown in hatred, let my crooning ECLIPSE YOU,
I nsolate you, LIKE a halo on an angel “SPEAK TO ME of US.
N evermind, the MONEY AND the GREAT GIG IN THE SKY or THEM."
Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky,
Money, Us and Them, Any Color You Like, Brain Damage, Eclipse
9/11/15
Categories:
insolate, depression,
Form: Verse
Sometimes I insolate mysef, just to be as alone as i feel. i smile, but if you would
pause a moment to look into my eyes, you would see, im really crying. i bite my lip
and look away from you, because im scared you'll see past what i pretend is strength.
sometimes i sit, and count pills, or stare at the blade i keep in my drawer; my last
blade, a keep-sake. everyone walks around smileing, but i wonder, how many of
those smiles are fake? and would it change anything if we just took a moment to care,
and see. how many of them are the greatest actors in the world? i want to disappear
before my death comes. i experiance it every year. it is what has me today alone.
memories can change a person forever. especially when we relive them, day after day.
there will be three things in our ending; love, pain, and the never ending memories.
our own guilt will lead us tp a personal hell. the question with no answer is; will we be
saved?
Categories:
insolate, angst, depression, life, passion,
Form: I do not know?
insolate myself from everyone
i dont want to breath
my soul hurting
im cleaving at invisible walls
has he hit my bi-polar switch?
did it decide to toucher me again on its own
twitching my feet
my hearts unsteady beat
trying not to hyper-ventaliate
with my anxiety and no antidote
i cant find his lips
his kiss stolen away from me
. . . but for one night i stole him from the world. . .
he barely talks to me now
. . .[but still his flashing, heart catching smile]
he wont risk their fallout
my girls lie - and say he feels it too
my soul hurting like explosives
my eyes not crying cause its so cold
did karma kiss me with its poisen
off the subject - my disorders arent his fault
but i want him so much and i cant
my hearts unsteady beat
i need to calm my anxiety
i think i need to bleed - but bad habits are adictions
i dont want returning
just as this world is turning . . .
Categories:
insolate, me, kiss, me,
Form: I do not know?