 |
This was a free write practice on another site, so I thought I'd post it here. *self injury trigger*
|
 |
You can feel it,
The crisp weight in the air
You can sense it,
The soft breeze through your hair.
Gently, softly, ballerinas dance
To a near s..
|
 |
Dedicated to my friend, Meff, who passed away Monday, October 19, 2009.
|
 |
We sit here
on the grassy knoll,
listening to another's words.
We hear the vocals of a
dusty man on stage
lamenting.
We listen as words drip..
|
 |
**Self Injury**
|
 |
We are whom we hate.
|
 |
Focus on something peaceful. Listen to the rain, the rhythem of it, the subtle music of each drop hitting the window's pane. Everydrop creating ripple..
|
 |
**Self Injury**
|
 |
An older piece of mine, dated March 17, 2008
|
 |
Blade to wrist, ready to go
Look out the window.
But the moon's out and full.
Not yet, not tonight.
Pills lined up, glass to the side.
Glance t..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This