Church FeteIn those horror movies, On the silver screen, You can see the faces of the terrified fixated in one direction.Church Fete
Too afraid to glance backward, Too afraid to see what may become their fate. Too afraid to be seen, perhaps?
If you were face to face with fate, Good or bad, expected or unannounced,
Would you stare it in the face? Or simply pretend that the inevitable did not exist?
Double Glazed WindowsMy mind is addled because of you,Double Glazed Windows
I cannot see.
Blury shapes move about my mind,
Not coming into focus.
I can't read you. Hostility and iron barricades
Hide you from me.
I can't pass. You look me in the eye,
And they flicker,
Marred and mossy,
Panes shattered over time.
Here and there,
I can't get through.
BumpGo go go.Bump
Pushing me over each step.
Bumping down on my heels,
Childlike game? Making me ache?
Simple things, I think. With each jolt of every step
I can feel the knot within my stomach change.
Moving around my body, affecting every part.
But not loosening. Will the steps you can push me down ever finish?
Or will I have to take some action
Making me completely broken,
Severing everything inside of me?
To make you stop.
20-20 Vs. PerspectiveIt helps- it just does.20-20 Vs. Perspective
Never lets you down.
Never surprises you. Predictability.
I'm still undecided
About the benefits, really. They say that there's no excuse.
I think there are excuses.
There are always excuses,
Only familiarity and predictability
Allow you to find them. If I had a photograph, perhaps.
But only then.
I don't trust my mind,
My eyes don't see.
They elaborate.
Cyclical MonotonyA deranged noise emanates from that box you despise They call it an alarm for a reason Startled awake you claw blindly Clumsily In the dark morning Time for the day to start Time for that dreary day to start.Cyclical Monotony
The cold air is a serpent that lunges at you repeatedly Sinking its fangs straight into your bones You make the commute forward, unwillingly Reluctantly To that building designated for learning Time for the day to start Time for that lonely day to start
Your schedule dictates where you wander People shuffle like zombies not because th
HeadlightsThe M25 at night.Headlights
In the passenger seat I take off my glasses To see flowing fireflies, And glowing streams.
Circular motion; Blurred headlights; Fuzzy solace.
Beachy HeadI clenched my eyes tight shut against the light that forced its way around the edge of the curtains. The day had begun as so many August days do, not bothering with an overlong, slow dawn. Instead it came rushing across the countryside, forcing me to pull the duvet up over my head. I really wished I wasn’t here. My head felt like it was splitting apart which was hardly surprising given the amount I’d had to drink. Like the addict who needs a bigger and bigger hit, my tolerance seemed to increase each time I tried to numb my mind enough to get some sleep. It hadn’t worked of course, and I’d spent the hours of darkness with my eyes closed, theBeachy Head
Who's Going To Watch You Die?
Neglect
I have featured you in my latest journal. This is because I love your work and find it inspiring.
If you don't want it there, just leave me a comment and I'll take it right down, no worries.
Thanks a lot.
Becca x
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I shot the pilot,
Now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use
Broken and bruised,
Do you understand?
~Brand New
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Happiness is just an illusion to distract us from the world of grief we were born into because even the happiest person on Earth isn't really happy.
Thank you ever so much for the watch, I really appreciate it!
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"You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.... Time passes. Listen."
it's all just words and pictures.
And thank you- I write mostly from my own experiences and life, so it's mostly just what I'm feeling but in words.
In some cases it lets me down though, hehe!
Thanks again!
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"You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.... Time passes. Listen."
it's all just words and pictures.
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Scully's always, "Look, Mulder, I don't believe that Martians with big elbows are taking over the world." And by the end of the episode, there's Martians with big elbows everywhere! And she's swatting them off with a tennis racket, "I believe you!"
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"You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.... Time passes. Listen."
it's all just words and pictures.
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