The World Matters NotWe hear but we do not listen.We see but we notice nothing.We touch but we do not feel.We taste but we do not savour.We smell but we do not inhale.Oblivious to the world,We can only fall harder,Mislead,Misguided,Misunderstanding.Like shadows to a darkening world,We exist and never question,We never know,Never see,Never care.We see not,We hear not,We taste not,We smell not,We touch not,But only that of ourselves.No one else matters.
Perfect StrangersWe're not talking simply about a change of plan here
We're talking about a change of identity. We're not changing the environment; only ourselves. We're going to alter who we are, so that we become Perfect Strangers to ourselves
I stand behind the sink. On the linoleum floor below me are small drops of water that slowly stream into a puddle as more drops fall from my face. I look up at the mirror. My eyes are red, mascara is running down my cheeks and the foundation on my face turns into a slimy paste as I stare at my reflection."What have you become!?" A voice inside my head yells at me. I close my eyes tightly, shutting out my reflection."I don't know" I reply to it, inhaling a stream of mucus back up my nostrils. Another tear streams down my face, and I open my eyes to see a new streak of black makeup drawing a parallel to the other side of my face.I let my gaze fall down the mirror. I watch as my body goes from head, to shoulders, to waist, hips and thi
My StoryI wrote on the wall,In the public toilets;My story
Across the mangled bricks,I wrote of my life,I wrote of my mistakes.I wrote on the wall,My misgivings,My grievances.I wrote of what little joyI could find in my life,Upon those washroom walls.Many had been there before me,Curses, crude rude and uncouth,Scrambled in black on the walls.In red, I wrote my story.A story to end all stories,A story to top them all.I wrote life,In big red letters;My life.I wrote atop the scribblings,My story one in a million,I wrote it there."Pain" I wrote."It gets us all""But we shouldn't let it.""Love" I wrote."It finds us all""And we should embrace it.""Faith" I wrote."It's there for all""We just need to see it."And across that wall,I wrote for hours,My story.
Fear MeHowl to the moon and tear you to shreds,Disembody your figure and bite off your head.Flesh in my teeth and blood on the ground,Listening for screamers, straining for sound.Clawing the earth for sign of a meal,Following your footsteps, hot on your heel,Lying in wait in the shadows of night,Never again safe, under shining moon light.Fear the werewolfFear me.Rawr.