Drowning In The Wild 'Tiptoing through the darkness, the scent of fear attatched to every footstep,The crunch of freshly cut grass is awakening, the soft bubble of water rivluts trickling, Gliding through spring and summer, echoes are lost in the shadows of time, Lilting whispers like an ancient lullaby, frozen in the moment-you fall, Fresh water lake guzzling at the flesh of the young, sustained by sacrificed youth,I'm drowning in the wild, the scythe of death has come' Chapter Two Bullying I was drowning in the wilderness left to suffocate under the weight of life. Jeers and laughter were my only greeting and my tears would induce more hellish torment from the people I called ... read more
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The Midnight Hour
The Midnight Hour 'Crawl into the midnight hour, the scent of morning dew upon your lips, Peer into the star-stricken night, the tears of Arion numbing your sight, Grovel at the tomb of darkness, festering wounds re-opened once more, Loathing germs breeding, uniting, in bloated corpses we seek regeneration' Growing up writing was my only escape, it was the one outlet that did not judge me for who I was. I was bullied, abused and teased mercilessly but a pen could never betray me. The ink was a soothing medium that allowed me to be true to myself and even to this day I feel at peace when letting the words flow from my mind. Unable to turn to anyone with my troubles the only ... read more
Broken Doll
'Sickening wounds festering in chaos, silver tissue shriveling like chrysanthemums, Crystallized teardrops caught in time, salt burns co-habituating in isolation, Fragmented shards of desolation, ghostly vapors breeding in devotion,Sleepless nights in a dank space, muscles deteriorating in weathered palms, Forgotten ruins in past sentiment, loss of love is a bitter pill to swallow, Dejected limbs caught in modernity, loneliness in a bed of squirming lies,Broken doll detached from the norm, bitter defeat in an open coffin' Like a broken doll I was lost, caught between two worlds in the darkness of my mind. Abused as a child it was time to enter my new life and relinquish the past that ... read more
The Puppet Master
'Bow down to the allure of the puppet masters gaze, seared flesh your eternal sacrifice, crushed under the rock of injustice you are broken, a limbless puppet at a jagged angle, society takes away your identity-you are screaming with pain, an echoeless silence defining the rest of your days. Without free will you are nothing but a vessel of forgotten justice, no eyes or mouth to guide you to success' In our modern world there is no justice, the innocent are slaughtered at the hands of their puppet masters and the corrupt thrive on the bodies of the 'good'. But what if I told you that our puppet masters could no longer control us and that we were the masters of our destiny? Life is ... read more
Depression:A Chamber Of Secrets
'In the chamber of secrets lies a deceptive past, crawling with rotting maggots who chomp on the flesh of humanity, organs crushed, pulsating under a weather-beaten palm, a trail of intestinal residue tracing the outskirts of the castle, trapped ghouls unite as one, an army of lost souls dragging the living into its purgatorial fold, in the chamber of secrets there is no way out, a corrosive key no longer in use, dripping with acid, a maven of ravenous flames gorging on the aura of life' A Poetic Explanation of Depression Depression is like a raw hunger gnawing at all sensibilities, depriving you of oxygen. You can't breathe your organs are inflamed, your thoughts are heavy and ... read more
Depression In A Broken Paradise
'Sprinkle the glass over her decaying eyes, plunge into the empty darkness, Look into the past, a million memories like clockwork, Emotive explosions tinged with bitter silence, eternity is inevitable punishment, Shredded to pieces underground, dank earth clogging my lips, Prayer is futile when you cannot speak, lips sewn together,A waterfall of sticky red mess purged by sin, an angel on one shoulder, Hope is part of another world, here all is lost in an abyss of self-destruction' Depression affects over 350 million people worldwide and is a common cause of disabilities, suicides and poor health. But what if I told you that depression was more than just a statistic but a way of life, ... read more
I’m Feeling 22
'Tinsel and glitter giftwrapped in sugar and spice, lick the sacharine icing off the cake, Deflated balloons burst in a moment of passion, finger pricked dripping blood, Abstract thoughts and behaviours crystalized, speakers rejecting the social norm, Golden era buried in the ceaseless past, tissues bloodied with political intrigue' Last month I turned 22 and it marked an end of an era for me. After 17 years in education it dawned on me that I am in the real world now. No amount of education could ever have prepared me for the reality of debt, of having to depend on others in order to survive or sacrificing those who were important to me in order to get to the top. Life is ... read more
The Real Me Part 2
'I am drowning under the weight of humanity, the scent of blood still coating my matted hair, I am lost in the maze to success, past memories threatening to take away my identity, I am a nameless statistic without a voice, my limbs severed to make way for the perfect life-form but I am strong and have a courage beyond my years and noone not even you 'E' can take that away from me' Age 8-9: My Story Of Abuse For those of you who read my post last week- and for those of you who haven't you can find it here- I had shared my battle with abuse, a puppet of my master 'the evil stepmother E'. Married to my father and in control of his heart it was clear that there was no way out of ... read more
From Russia With Love
' Crushed hopes in a paradise of broken dreams, the scent of success a distant memory, Reverse the wheel of fortune, place your cards on the deck and watch it turn into ashes before your eyes, feel the burn like an ecstacy mark upon your skin, smoke lingering hours after, turn the tap and drown your sorrows, wallow in the shallow darkness of the past. Tangible DNA no more, buried underground a rotting corpse. Blind in death and in life we are desensitized to the suffering of others, the juice of pre-judgement clouding our eyes. We are shrouds in a world that exists outside of reality and that reality is death' The Story of A II Society is split into two camps: the corpse that ... read more
The ‘Social Other’
'Poisonous words flitter like demons sapping strength from The Garden Of Eden, the soft chorus of nymphs trapped in darkness. Burrowing through the nightless skies the birds pity us humans who love war but not its destruction. There are gaping holes in each of us that take us into a nightmarish vision of human consequence, where past sins revisit and engulf us in miserable darkness. We are weak and afraid, with clammy palms clinging to faith in desperation. When faced with death we are shrouds already dead, the waiting tomb swallowing us whole, the beasts already licking their corpse fed lips' In an alternate universe we would be free from oppression and be gifted with basic human ... read more