Under the dark blue starry night,
lays a beautiful masterpiece.
The prints of blue and black
crescents across the portrait.
It hangs alone in the silence of the night
waiting to see if the colors will ever fade.
Under the dark blue starry night,
lays a beautiful masterpiece.
The prints of blue and black
crescents across the portrait.
It hangs alone in the silence of the night
waiting to see if the colors will ever fade.
All she saw was red,
as she fell in the dark blue sea.
They called out for her
but the sea’s calling was louder.
What have they done to me?
Her voice echoed into oblivion.
I hate you for leaving me,
I hate you for not telling me why.
As the night darkened,
and the monsters under my bed increased
I saw you with them.
I am afraid, for the things you’ve done.
I am afraid, of who you’ve become.
A storm in the midst of pain,
A battle in my head.
Darkness and an eternal night,
Lie ahead of me.
So dark, yet so appealing.
I’d wanted to love you, I’d wanted to be with you
But, I couldn’t.
And you never asked why?
Sometimes you have to look harder,
everything isn’t what it seems on the cover.
How do I get these words to flow?
How do I bring these words to life?
Everything seems to be bottled up inside my head,
suffocating me by each passing moment.
It’s at the tip of my tongue,
the words you want to hear
but not the words I wish to say.
Why did you have to give me pain?
Why did it all go in vain?
It was just yesterday,
when you caught me staring.
It was just another day,
when we went on our first date.
These little moments, made us smile.
Those little moments, made us cry.
He has a young daughter,
so innocent and so naive.
Loves her endlessly,
but never does he express.
As the time passed the little girl
grew up and built up her walls.
For one event had changed
his boundless love for her.
He started questioning her,
and taunting her for her mistakes.
It broke her heart,
so she cried and cried.
Little ballerina girl,
you are a toy.
You have to move,
the way he tells you to.
You have to smile,
even when you are in pain.
You have to perform,
it is your job.
You have to obey him,
without a sob.
Little ballerina girl,
you are a toy.
If I was a dumb girl,
I wouldn’t be afraid.
If I was a dumb girl,
I wouldn’t be betrayed.
This world would become a game of chess
and my destiny wouldn’t become a mess.
My silence would be threatening
because no one would know it’s meaning. Continue reading
My thoughts, my words and the story of my life.
Navigating the world with a fear of fear.
Rambling ruminations from an addled mind.
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