GothicTearDrop

I’m stuck half way; In between The person I am, And who I want to be. Transition started and Strings broken, Where is the line they call me? Tell me what I’m supposed to do. Two halves of one whole, One jagged, one smooth And they just won’t fit. Leave me at the roadside; Weather one side down Or both. Maybe they’ll fit then.

I went for a walk the twelfth day of the dreary twelfth month, mind churning and lungs full of smoke. Fluffy flakes fall from an ink smeared heaven, and somehow the pretty pure white can affect me so. In the snowy conditions I could have walked for miles, in the silence that fueled my calm. Time drifted by and i reached my first steps, but this time with a different perspective. Again I walked, same footsteps as before. Home I walked, flowing through silence, knowing That if I could, I'd do it again.

Shine on, shine on, little sun of mine, show your warmth from the inside out. Shine on, shine on, little sun of mine, and show the world what we can do, you and me. Shine on, shine on, glorious sun of mine.

In my head, I will hide, from you and you, and everyone in between. These silent walls keep me safe, bring me peace, and save the day. A concrete castle of my own, to build and break at my will. Time will test them and time will break them, but only I am the keeper of the keys. in front of my eyes, the concrete knit of brick shows the bones of fortification, kept only as strong, as I am today.

Mind silence, its what kills the creative flare, its what tragedy brings, and what calamity reaps and sows. The noiseless hum of a silent mind, no thoughts, no words to be spoken, keen again, dying imagination, and shatter the mind silence, with a single scream.

I’ve been lost in these words for as long as I can remember, but they never seem to change. So I’ve taken the chance to write my soul down, word for word, as fast as I can scratch my ink, to stem the river of words flowing forth the mind, like an ink laden geyser at my fingertips. In a sea of words and kept afloat by the constant motion of pen on paper, I scrape by. Sentences turning into tidal waves, will they take me down? I wont know ‘til I’m gone, and even then, the words in my head wont be the right ones today. Behind my eyes, the pages flicker until ink seeps from my skin, forming the words I could ne

Mild mannered and delicate to the touch, we are the faces you envy day after day, beautiful to know, love to hate, we are the dolls you strive to be. Pale flesh, bright eyes and impeccable smiles, we are the pretties, we are the untouchables and we are the inconceivable notions. Row upon row, we sit like the good girls we emulate. In the window, lives on display, we sit and wait, never aging, but remaining perfect. We are the dolls, and you will never break us, we are what you strive for and you will never kill your idols.

I sought to give you the best of me, holding back my flaws, just so you would love me true. I wrote them down, one by one and listed all that’s intact, and thought, what’s the point of me, without these. So instead, I’ll give you imperfection and leave it to your interpretation.