There's nothing worse than realising you were the lone creator of shared memories. Left with a box of fucked up, rotten, festering dreams as your chosen partner turns and flees. I am a woman. You are bright. I am attracted to your flame, Like a dampened moth I search Through dark duskened daily revolving nights. [...]
Category: Blog 2015
It gets harder each and every day…
.. I feel hollow. Even as I turn to silent prayer. I know this ain't healthy, to live in a fetid shit heap. I find myself finding old scraps I keep, emotions kept dormant. I'm stuck at a crossroad unsure of where to follow. For my guide has let himself die. Since reborn in near-distant [...]
New plan.
I'm losing the will to live a little. This whole target of trying to write a post a day is constantly leaving me cranky and moody every night. I will no doubt have to cease with the endless poetry and begin being more productive, particularly in regards to reading and writing things of worth. By [...]
Dry death.
Days run on untold, Drawn from an unknown source, Derelict of divine recourse, Devoid of meaning save one of perpetual course, Daily distanced through downing deeper doses, Does this story end in being a winner? Though Destination can only be constant loss.
No contact, No connection.
It's hard to want you, To not seek and search for you, Our interconnectivity makes it hard to break free, Its harder still when I feel I need you, I yearn for your responses and parts, Your wise lines, Your advice. But I'm slowly getting better, Though times make it difficult, To need your advice [...]
An Unconventional Love Story – Part I (working title)
argh! fuck fuck fuck, what the hell? What's happening? I think I'm going to be sick. I feel like I'm in a dream, but I know I'm not. Huh. So he came. I guess curiosity will kill this cat - Zack. She's there. I was right. Hunch paid off. Cool, cool, cool.............. She's still so [...]
A Gentle Lingering
A Gentle Lingering Your gentle words make me cry, But there's no-one here to dry these eyes, Your gentle hands type their byes, But aren't here to quieten my sighs. Your gentle words make me cry, But your not here to dry my eyes. You didn't have to be a mess, I didn't have to [...]
Goodbye
You were a drug That I had to quit A link to a life That couldn't exist. A lifeline that ceased to function fine A sickening habit, mentally making me laugh and cry, As I exorcise myself of our shared hopes, My rotten box of dreams Still exists True strength and paths can only be [...]
Type. Type, type type, type, type, type, down here I sit, down here I write. I wonder if I'll get to talk to you tonight? I'm getting better, I'm fighting fitter, as I sit to re-paint our shared grey-green picture. The blue-sky still eludes me, For I can't get out of my duvet, acceptance has [...]
Intertwined Pasts
You were without what I felt within. Strangled with two voices, Never quite belonging A host for many masks Perplexed with perceptions I could never surpass That you could never rehearse Our demise an event for the Many's pasts, For the Few's never-ending tales of morales.
Mariam Kauser 