The snow is light,
Falling,
White on white,
Skin so pale.

She kneels before the altar,
Shaking,
Reaches out with an ice cold hand,
And offers what she has,
What she has ever had,
And what she will some day have.

The snow settles on her,
She is still,
Praying,
Hoping,
Wishing;
Save me.

So self-indulgent ( Read more... )

Demanding, scratching and scathing, ripping down what you have built up in your mind ( Read more... )

I use tumblr a lot, and most of my time on it is spent scrolling past pages and pages of artsy pictures with phrases such as "You are beautiful." and "You are amazing." written on them.

I agree whole-heartedly that everyone has something beautiful about them, but I do not believe that everyone is "beautiful in their own way". I think saying that ( Read more... )

Breathe. Breathless.
Hands shaking while they hold up your head.
The head from which sweat drips and cheeks flush.
The cheeks so flushed support the tears that fall.
That fall from the eyes which are wide with panic.

Don't. Not here, not now.
Breathe. Shallow.
Calmer.
Can you do it?So today was FUN. I almost had a panic attack twice ( Read more... )

See things; blink.
I see things; blink.
The things I see; blink.
Are much more vivid than reality.

I am wearing rose tinted contact lenses; so you might say.
Colours are brighter,
Touch is softer; harder; burning.
Blink.
Blink again.
Look closer.

Close your eyes - don't blink - just see.
There is no darkness behind closed eyes.
Just you.

I love you,
I will love you, soon.
Those four words.
Somehow better than the ones I was expecting.

A promise,
I will
Society tells me to be angry or hurt,
But I'm not.
Because I love you,
And you keep your promises.

It is not desire, and nor is it want that I can feel ( Read more... )

So here I am on the seventh (technically the eighth) day of NaNo and I am depressingly far behind on my word count. You think it would make sense for me to be writing right now, but no. That would make me a productive and intelligent person which I clearly, am not ( Read more... )

It seems very fitting that my first (proper) livejuornal post should be one in which I am procrastinating, seeing as that is what I spend all of time on lj doing and what I will be doing for the foreseeable future ( Read more... )