THIS WALL

THE WALL

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THIS WALL

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

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TO BE ME

archann:

Archan Nair – New Illustration titled “ Hue “

I feel lost and confused.

I feel dizzy and unsure of myself.

My mind is being pulled

in opposite directions.

What do I want?

What is the most important

thing for me to do?

After my family,

I need time for me.

To figure out what I want.

I want to create.

To throw paint on a wall.

Not really.

I want to keep writing.

To write my blog and

my next book.

Everyone leave me alone.

I want to write.

THE DARK CHANDELIER

THE DARK CHANDELIER

blackoutraven:

The Dark Chandelier


A large chandelier hangs in the middle
of the empty ballroom.
This room has stood empty
for some time now.
How many parties have taken place
beneath the chandelier’s sparkling lights?
How many dances have been held on the
ballroom’s shiny floor?
Could you hear the laughter and footsteps
of the past?
They still echo through the empty rooms of the house.
Will End House ever host any parties again?
Or will its rooms stand empty forever?
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

blackoutraven:

The Dark Chandelier

A large chandelier hangs in the middle

of the empty ballroom.

This room has stood empty

for some time now.

How many parties have taken place

beneath the chandelier’s sparkling lights?

How many dances have been held on the

ballroom’s shiny floor?

Could you hear the laughter and footsteps

of the past?

They still echo through the empty rooms of the house.

Will End House ever host any parties again?

Or will its rooms stand empty forever?

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist