The Unknown

With the stars in the sky,
and the wind in your hair,
Be a wanderer of the world.
And of all its unknowns.
You never know what you might discover...

Lovers sadness.

I sit in the grass, and stare at you from a few inches away.
Your eyes are glossy, and red with sadness.
Your skin is dry, your lips are flaking.
Your words aren't functioning properly.
You're not really sure, quite what is wrong.
So therefore I cannot help you.
But I'm here for you, when the tears start to fall,
and your shoulders start to quiver.
Because that's
what
       lovers
                Do.

skeleton eyes.

As he stared into my soul,
with his mysterious, vacant eyes.
I could feel the pain,
of 1,000 suffering souls.
His piercing fingers have killed
many people.
His breath was foul, and cold,
as he whispered in my ear.
"Evil is knowing better, but doing worse"
As he took another soul into his arms,
he looked back at me one more time.
And it was as if I could see that persons
life in one glance.
He faded away into the smoky night.
And I then knew, exactly what death was all about.

Darkness (re-edit)

Vacant hearts

In this glass house of ours,
everyone can see everything.
Our souls are vacant,
our minds can't run free.
We doubt our existence,
our blood is running thin.
But having each other,
might be the hope that we need.
To fill our desolate hearts...

Me:

To be continued.

Darkness falls all around me,
the only thing I hear is the steady
rhythm of my pacing heart.
My brain is flustered with thoughts of terror.
Headless horseman, skeletons, zombies.
As twilight approached me,   the streets
came alive with menacing shadows.
I shutter when a chilling breeze,
escalates up my spine.
I try to fill my brain with happier thoughts.
But I start to hear a slight tapping noise behind me.
I think nothing of it, til I feel what is making that noise,
directly behind me. Without another thought I begin to run.
Where to? I'm not sure.
I come near a colony of houses, I stumble near a bush, I try
to catch myself. But fall down onto the dewy grass.
In my horror I look up to discover...
(to be continued)

Cigarette lies

Please believe my lies,
for our darkness mustn't  last long.
Well now i'm bored
cigarette snapped in two on the ground.
Artic winds breeze by, by body is numb.
life is full of your regrets, when I should be one.

Letter

Dearest Emilia,
I am writing to you from a train, it is raining, and I am very angry.
The sun hasn't come out in about 45 minutes, and even then it was a
slight gleam. Barely recognizable by the human eye. But I was paying
attention, therefore I got to see the 1 second of beauty. In the long,
agonizing day.
I am on my way to Bristol, and I am not happy about it. My mother
has passed away from you know what, and I am being sent away
(against my will). To live with Aunt Margaret, she is nasty, and stubborn.
The last time I saw her, she made me wash my mouth out with soap,
for calling Henry a wanker.
There is an old man sitting next to me, and he hasn't stopped snoring,
since we ate dinner last night. I have tickled his mustache to make him
wake up, but it didn't work. I am tempted to put something in his mouth,
but I would be to blame if he choked and died. So, that's a no.
I am running out of ink, and this train is very bumpy, so I will write you
again when something interesting happens in this boring, old thing I call
a life.

Sincerely,
 
   Phoebe