theme

I’m
alight,
looking for
the
dawn

Light me up, baby
Light me up
You can stay
Or you can leave
It doesn’t really matter
It’s the natural order
It’s the ebb and flow of life
But if you do leave,
And I can do nothing to make you stay
Just don’t forget, darling
Don’t forget
To leave the light on
For me

Trump

I gave my love up
because
you told me to

I gave my friendship up
because
you asked me to

We stopped talking
because
you begged me to

We’re awkward now
I did it for you

I thought it
was
my second chance
you told me
NO

I said it
was
my time to
mend things and put things
back together
You told me to
STOP
hoping and thinking
and let it all
go

You were my friend, my closest
to be exact
so
I believed
of course, I did

But why
why
why do things feel wrong
like a puzzle piece that does
not fit

I let go of who I yearn for
for you
Oh what have I done
What did I do

FIN.

(on-writtenspace)

 To be so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion 

Unknown

This was actually a vandal scribbled on one of the desks in the university I’m in. It was just absolutely striking. I thought about it for the entirety of my class. I have yet to figure it out.

Nothing but a patchwork of lines

and all of a sudden
every
nerve
in her
body
came alive and
her blood was
nothing
but
liquid fire

When You are Old by W.B. Yeats

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

(-source)

 So I guess the fortune teller’s right,
Should have seen just what was there,
And not some holy light. 
Torn, Natalie Imbruglia

Indebted

Thank you, kind Sir, gracious Madam,
Thank you for all you’ve done,
I am indebted for life,
I am scarred.

Thank you, pretty Ladies,
Thank you for the friendship,
I am indebted for life,
I am wounded.

Thank you, dear Loved Ones,
I can’t measure how much I’ve gained,
Mistrust, deceit, insecurity, among many,
I can’t tell how much I’ve lost,
My heart, my mind, myself.

I am forever indebted,
Your kindness deceives,
Your generosity destroys,
Your love kills.

Thank you, I am indebted,
My wrist, two scars that run deep,
My mind, lost in the forest of deceit,
My soul, drowning in your sea of distrust,
My heart, dying in you.

I am indebted,
How can I repay you, dear ones?
I apologize.
I have nothing more to give.

I apologize.
I gave everything away.
I am indebted.
All I have are tears.

Will not my tears suffice?
But they are for you, and your gifts.
I am indebted, forever.
You all made sure of that.

FIN.

(on-writtenspace)

Mine

You’re my secret to keep, darling,
Only I know of you,
Call me selfish, call me rude,
But I’d never let you go.

You are but the one who knows,
Where the real of me hides,
No one else to turn to,
You bring much more than light.

I spill myself out to you, for you,
Offering every bit, hiding none,
You deserve it, darling,
You’ve been there through it all.

I just hope I can keep you mine,
A little while longer is all I plea,
I need my solace, I need my muse,
I need no one else but you.

Pray, don’t tell.
Pray, don’t go.

I deeply regret this, darling,
But I’m not letting go,
There’s too much of me you know,
Too much to let you go.

FIN.

(on-writtenspace) 

Futile

She walked the empty streets alone,
She was bound nowhere that she was sure,
Naught but the street lamps shone,
She cared little, for this walk was the cure.

Back turned, she walked away,
Away from everything and anything,
There was nothing to make her stay,
Life there brought nothing.

Emotions mixed with the night air,
Fate had quite a taste for endings with flair,
The rained came pouring,
And her tears started falling.

She stopped, she sat down, she sighed,
Where she was, she knew did not know,
They lied, they lied, they lied,
Stay, stay, don’t go, don’t go.

With nowhere else to go, she picks herself up,
With nothing else to do, she begins to move,
Anywhere would suffice; walking will not stop,
She had run away, better do so until the end.

FIN.

(on-writtenspace)