Showing posts with label dying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dying. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Trainwreck

Today a train ran through me.
All letters chose to face backwards.
All voices, screaming.

All smiles faded.
All flesh, broken and bleeding.

Nothing but fire to burn remains.
The tear in my shirt, ripped.
The bullet in my heart, shot.

Full speed crashes without breaks,
Lungs without air.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Lilium In Lithium

It wrestles, twists.
In spite of it's growth.
From the sprout of it's seed.

Forgetting all it needs.

Rejecting water ricocheting off it's own petals.

Pink, and soft.
White and light.

Streaming through the darkest of earth,
Roots extending below surface.

Wanting to be plucked, and gone.

Lilly droops instead, freckled on the inside, and rare.
Nature to sit by and stare.

But she keeps her head down.
Hoping the world to be erased from her memory.

And wake up in a field of seeded, seamed flowered dreams.
Drying, to a crisp. Quenching. Fighting. Dying, to be pulled out of this ground.
Taken away.

Nothing left but the devoured, shrivelled evidence of existence.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Disappearing Wishes

Water running over rocks,
Like drowning souls inside a stream.
Bleeding water through my veins,
Like ice melting through broken seams.

Dreams fading,
Over transformations left at failure.

Wings dying,
When hope gave up believing in a saviour.

And they all rain down together,
Circling from sky to water.

Everything below looks up,
Everything above, smiling down.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Insomnia

I'm scared to sleep. You know what I think of? Dying. I think of death. And i'm scared to fall asleep. The part I hate the most is the laying in the dark. I panic, because I think of how much I would rather see or have a light on. If I die in my sleep, I'm afraid I'll be in the dark for eternity. I hate the dark and I'm scared to sleep. Because I just want to live and be awake as much as I am alive. If that means being up waiting for the sun, whether it's sunrise, or sunset, I'm thinking of trying that. I'm so afraid to fall asleep and think I may not make it to another beautiful morning. Crazy isn't it?

The dark is the last thing I'd want to see before I die.

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...