Dark-Works

I find myself in a world of white, This place it feels so pure. The Sun's rays are warm and bright I've never felt so sure. I explore the land and all its sights, I enjoy the world's grand tour. I wander around until the night Shows what it has in store. In the darkness, a speck of light Reveals a hidden door. I turn the handle and peer inside, A sight I can't endure. I turn to run, to escape my plight, I dare not to explore. But something inside catches my eye, I can't resist the lure. I awake to find myself tied tight, A voice tries to assure, "This one may finally fix you right, Maybe this is the cure."

Bullets that are too far away to hear back home But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear I turn away as if ignoring his presence Will make this unwanted reality go away But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss Those words are the last thing I remember of that day I find myself looking out of the back yard window On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall Now show my so

Does mother notice my visits to the bathroom Have become more frequent of late? And how they always seem to be after meal times When with my parents I’ve just ate Does she stand in the hall outside the bathroom With her ear pressed against the door? Wondering why the tap is running so fast And what I’ve flushed the toilet twice for Has she seen all of the empty sweet wrappers Hidden under my bed when she cleans? Does she fully understand the significance Of what this behaviour actually means? Is purge even a word in her vocabulary To which she’s able to define? Does she believe my words or my sunken eyes When I insist

The first thing she noticed was the smell of her own hair. Someone had washed and brushed it when she had been completely knocked out, washed away the smell of blood and sweat from her body. She didn't open her eyes just yet, but concentrated on figuring out where she was and why. The ground she laid on was soft, some kind of rather rough fabric. She tried to rub the floor with her hands, but couldn't do so. She couldn't move her arms, they were tightly crossed under her breasts. Finally she decided to take a look around and opened her eyes carefully. Everything was pitch dark, and she rolled her eyes and pushed herself on her feet. Only now

Internally Imploding Indefinitely gaining a painful sense of things that never will be Permanent images of a will unfulfilled implanted in the mind, vivid, painful, unfair Omnipresent at all times…forever growing and increasing at all times, forever diminishing and decreasing at all times Contrast between successes and failures of one's expectations expand The mark of dignity of inner aspirations is lost and failed…thoughts and emotions collide, the outcome is overwhelming, introverted Inside an implosion inside oneself imperfection exists…outside of implosion in plain sight of view ahead are images of perfection, vi

Life is a pointless charade of choices and indiscretions and feelings. I don't want to play anymore. We're stars. Big, beautiful stars, with stone hearts.  Burning. Full of "meaning". Huge solitary masses in the sky. All with our own place. But would it really matter if we weren't there? None of us matter. Not even those bright stars. Not even our brilliant Sun, keeping us alive. None of it matters. The Earth could eat us up right now, and it wouldn't mean a damn thing to the Universe. It wouldn't matter if I jumped. It wouldn't even be a jump. Just a step. So little effort to carry out an ill discussed deed. Then I would be gone. Erased fr

Everytime i try to care I am laid bare.... Everytime i try to rise up I am pushed down... Everytime i try to be free I am bound harder... Everytime i try to love I am hated... Everytime i try to believe I realise its all make believe.. Everytime i try to trust I am given more reason not to.. Everytime i try to live I die... "Why do i still try? Its because i have nothin to lose"