The Other Side Of The Reflection

My photo
He hides away in his fortress.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Keep Me Up Till 1:01

Caught of guard. As always.
My new addiction.

Hello ground, I seem to have hit you rather hard.
Oh floor, you know me so well.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Shhhh. I'm Deconstructing.

My hands are tied. Self-control is gone.
I can't help myself, let alone them.
It's thinking too much and not feeling enough.
Like a blackout where everything is too visable.
I cover my eyes so I don't have to see the destruction.
My own.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Moonlight Sonata

Beethoven beating in my head.
The sky was grey and the golden leaves danced around the ground.
Cold breeze.
My bangs escaped and flew everywhere.
Beethoven whispering in my ears.
Somewhere deep inside I am sighing.
I am happy to be alive.
At least for today.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

My Muse

She's a million miles away

beneath the sea.

Full of life she is

under the waves.

Smell Of Bath Water

It's not the promised sweet slip into sleep.
More like choking; gasping and coughing.
Dizzy the white walls will bounce back and forth.

Practice takes time.
Every second below the surface lasts a hundred years.

Pin me down.
I'll never sleep on my own.

I'm Not Lolita

I wish he would have done it
years and years ago
then these nightmares
would be justified.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Somewhere In Time

I belong in old pages full of fading ink.
Imaginary places that were once real and breathing.
I keep watching these beings running around me. Won't let myself be sucked into this race.
I am sick of waiting for my time to come.
Full of illusion.
These walls won't block me. This ground can't hold me.

Between Dreams: The Real and Not So

I keep seeing the leaves turning blue. A paddle boat in a river. Clinging.
She's dying. Body dying on the inside, showing it on the surface.
They show me pictures. Tell me words. Describing who I am.
I'm not real.

Friday, November 13, 2009

I'm not convinced of my existance.