Breath.
Cold water between colder fingers.
It passes straight through them.
Like all the noises and voices circumnavigating her mind. Straight through.
A release; to the mercy of gravity and the weightless air of forget. And haze. Falling into a chaotic freedom.
Stillness. Face disappears.
Pale hands moving slowly, forwards and backwards beside a pale body. Like wings. Tiny, white wings.
A release; to the mercy of gravity and the weightless air of forget. And haze. Falling into a chaotic freedom.
Stillness. Face disappears.
Pale hands moving slowly, forwards and backwards beside a pale body. Like wings. Tiny, white wings.
Holding all her thoughts and expelling them into the blue abyss.
Gasp. Coughs.
Scratching at blurry eyes. Twitch of neck.
Everything is so colourful.
Dazed.
Wonderful colours.
Breath.
Face down. Eyes open.
Replayed scenes. Looks. Words. Voices. Memories.
Burning photographs of moments, floating before her eyes.
Time to be consumed.
Forget. Forget. Forget.
Mouth moves fast. Screams of silence. Louder.
Clear pockets rising against the deep liquid between her face
and her screams.
Arms out at sides. Eyes still open. But heavy.
Screaming at the world.
Breath.
Light, orange waves of warmth. Of hope.
Shining against the white fragments of her hair.
Eaten by the blue in her eyes.
Blue eyes which disappear again.
Wandering through the blue sky.
That same blue sky.
Looking only for
Arms out at sides. Eyes still open. But heavy.
Screaming at the world.
Breath.
Light, orange waves of warmth. Of hope.
Shining against the white fragments of her hair.
Eaten by the blue in her eyes.
Blue eyes which disappear again.
Wandering through the blue sky.
That same blue sky.
Looking only for
the other two.
Always looking.
Always too far away.
Always looking.
Always too far away.
ally.
ohh damn.
how is it, everytime i sit down to work on an assignment,
i just start writing something
very far away from assignments?
It's great in a way that makes me think i'm a champion of procrastinative skills.
here's to hoping for a good week -
here's to hoping for a good week -
maybe some sense of normality can be achieved again.
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i don't know if my interpretation is correct but when I was reading it I saw a drowning girl. and I doubt someone heard her silent scream :( so sad she didnt find the other two.
ps. absolutely gorgeous!
you're amazing :)
"Light, orange waves of warmth. Of hope.
Shining against the white fragments of her hair.
Eaten by the blue in her eyes.
Blue eyes which disappear again"
I Love this part and the style you did the whole thing in. You took me away some place for a little while there
Powerfully disturbing on many levels: typography, cadence, content. That's a compliment.
powerfully disturbing?
that's got to be one of the best things anyone's ever said about my writing.
haha, thankyou so much.
I wish I could procrastinate like you :p
beautiful.
Your writing is incredible.
Not easily defined, which is
so good and refreshing.
This poem reads like an short
independent film with only one
actor - the female lead.
Hazy, surreal-ish, with some
lost classical piece playing
in the background.
I see a woman disillusioned
and not sure how to go about
getting out of a life that has
drawn itself around her.
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