Two Halves of A Whole by GothicTearDrop, literature
Literature
Two Halves of A Whole
Im 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 Im supposed to do.
Two halves of one whole,
One jagged, one smooth
And they just wont fit.
Leave me at the roadside;
Weather one side down
Or both.
Maybe theyll fit then.
Walking in a winter revelation by GothicTearDrop, literature
Literature
Walking in a winter revelation
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.
Ive been lost in these words
for as long as I can remember,
but they never seem to change.
So Ive 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 Im 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.
Creation, Imperfection by GothicTearDrop, literature
Literature
Creation, Imperfection
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 thats intact,
and thought,
whats the point of me,
without these.
So instead,
Ill give you imperfection
and leave it to your interpretation.