Cracked Foundations

Poetry

In a hideaway
A flower peaks through
Distorted stone walls
Who would have thought
Such wonder could be found
Inside a cracked foundation?
If I gave you a little glance
To my broken heart
You’d see a flower
Growing out of the cracks
Because over time
Even a lost soul can blossom
And like migrating birds
Fly into a paradise

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Debt

Poetry

Rats play chase inside the cupboard
My empty storage space
When I come over to open it
They scratch their nails into the wood
Glare through me and hiss
Like the broken boiler in the other room
I look around but there’s nothing there
It’s hard to walk but I’m used to seeing in the darkness
Who knows how long it’s been?
The numbers, the letters, the loans
I’m in debt, but who cares, who the hell cares?
Love is still attainable and free

 

Ventriloquist

Poetry

Paint a smile on me with red paint
Like blood for thirsty vampires
On my alabaster, youthful skin
Pinch and turn the flesh of my cheeks
You are better than makeup in making me blush
Turn me into a rose without thorns
I know you are afraid but you never show it
I don’t want to feel responsible
Men are weak, but they never show it
I feel as if I’m a doll and you are the ventriloquist
You speak on behalf of my silence
I’ve been silent for too long
It could be that I’m already dead,
Maybe, I really, really am

Wise Words

Poetry

Let me hear those wise words
Let me run towards rejection
of my own understanding
Don’t sell your truth to me
If mine is worth nothing
According to your principles
Let me hear those roars of your privileges
I can suck, shine, polish
Everyday is practically the same
What can you do for yourself?

Your wise words
I can’t remember your silence
When was the last time
You felt like meat?
Sculpt me till I’m perfect
Your wise words rot inside your throat
Like dead bodies buried far below
When the night falls
They’ll come back to haunt you
I’ll be free at last

Casualty

Poetry, Writing

You gave me wine but it was poison
Some boiling blood inside a cup
I drank it all, every drop
Loved you too much to care
Your eyes were like a light-house
Focused on me, I am your sea
Come drown inside of me

My pulse pounds like an alarm
That I cannot switch off
What have you done to me
I’m a poisoned roaring red sea
Baby and you are my casualty

I have crushed your heart
In my foamy embrace
It leaked too much
Painting my waters in sinister colours
I could not stop
I’m really sorry

Mannequin

Poetry, Writing

I wanted to be someone else
Arms intertwined around my neck
A choker of pearls
Pulling me, a succubus to hell
Tears along with thunder fallen
Engraving scars into my skin
Cleanse me in the new found worry
Mould me into who I should be

I will be your perfect mannequin
Silent exhibit in a locked gallery
Need someone to come and save me
‘Cause I can’t open myself
Without the right key

Petals

Poetry

What if your words were petals
Falling elegantly as you speak
Like dancers in the ballroom
Silk gowns swirling around
Old broken records
And if they fell on me
I would not run away
I would be still, appreciating beauty
What if the lies you tell
Fall not as petals but as thorns
For me to walk upon
My skin cracked like porcelain
A leaking scarlet pool
But how could I even worry
Because I still have you
I swing on the nightmare, your naive child
Who’s fond of your irises
But unknowingly drowning
In those navy eyes
Inside a deadly ocean
What if your words where petals
Cold as winter’s snow
Turning me into stone
I’m wrapped around your finger
I cannot let you go