Ocean-Rose

I watched as day turned into night, as the warmth faded and a crisp cold took its place. I saw the fire of the last rays of light be extinguished by the foreboding shades of blue. The vibrant colours around me transformed to bleak shades, emerald leaves turned grey, the purple hills turned black and the lake changed from shimmering water to a murky mud. I waited for you. I want you to know that. In the morning, the sky was grey, as was the land and even the people around me. The colour had drained from everything. I felt numb. And I realised it was not the day turning into night that I had witnessed, it was a change within myself, the chang

You ask as if it were simple, as if all of this can be explained or justified. Nothing can justify what I did. I kissed you before but I paid the price, a price neither you or I would ever wish to pay again. But if I tell you this I'll have to say how the guilt festered within me and how I parted the skin on my back as it was no less than I deserved. It will hurt you to know these things. So I stumble for words, attempting to talk about my feelings without making promises, attempting to bring some peace to your restless mind. I worry you do not realise how truly broken I am and that maybe, when you say you love me, your feelings are misplace

I promised myself I would never go back, that I would never be weak again. Yet here I stand, on the edge once more. I see it in the actions I choose, I hear it in the words I say as gradually I isolate myself from others, cutting ties one by one. I feel it within me – the warmth withdrawing and receding to some unreachable place, somewhere dark. And it gets awfully lonely. Then the numbness takes hold as emotion by emotion is lost to me and I forget what it is to be happy, or sad or scared. I forget what it is to feel. It is better this way, there is no hurt or pain or disappointment. No heart break or grief. No love… These distan

Staring out at the sea I am overwhelmed by how insignificant I am, of how powerless we humans are. It would be so easy for the tide to pull us under, for the water to fill our lungs, for our skulls to be cracked on the rocks. Our skin would tear like paper, our blood would flow like milk and our bones would crack like match-sticks. But no fire could chase away the numbness that turns our lips blue and our skin grey. No amount of light will be enough to stop us from sinking - down and down into darkness, deep into the soul of the ocean where not even the waves will cradle our empty shell. Staring out at the horizon, I am overcome with admirat

May we meet again in fields of gold, Beneath skies of silver Where the river runs red And the ashes of our bones Are carried softly in the wind.

The stories I could tell Of the people I have lost, Of the places I have abandoned, Of the stars I have extinguished. If only there existed a remedy For the broken dreams that haunt me, For the weeping phantoms that taunt me, For the jagged memories that distort me. Is there anyone who can save me From the tide that threatens to drown me, From this stone heart that wishes to consume me, From these damaged wings that have failed me?

Today I feel beautiful, All by myself. I dont need you, or your hollow compliments. I dont need mirrors, Or their contorted reflections. I dont need society, And their twisted ideals. I realised I am beautiful because my scars make me beautiful.

Monsters masquerade as men and men masquerade as gods, Whist people dance in circles, Us humans seem so odd.