TheAwkwardFangirl

Sometimes I want my feelings to have temporary amnesia— for me to forget, on a small plea from the clock, that they’re tangible, real, and intertwined into my senses. I want to be innocent and ignorant of my life for a while, to be another person in the same body but not trapped, not bound by the strings in my bones I forgot I put there. I want to be free in the sense I make of the word; utterly adrift in the embrace of the wind like tinder kissed by fire, made strong by every breath. I want these things, want and want and want them for the days I feel like climbing on a cloud and disappearing, to travel the world and the gal

Dread has always been honest. It holds your hand and helps you cross the road Slowly enough for a car to run you over While you believe its for the best. Dread has always been your friend. It offers you a large room with no hole, To roam freely while it asphyxiates you with gas. But your heart it will mend. Dread has always loved you. Ready with a glass of sweet poison Whenever you are thirsty. Love like that only a few knew. Give it your all, let it save you. Sit down and think. Beautified sadness is but momentary. Denial will abandon you soon.

The Lost Village I. In the heartwood of the old forest Between Hungary and Romania, In the fabled and supposedly haunted hills That travelers call Transylvania, There, far from all discerning eyes, A nameless and forgotten village lies. II. It has stood nameless for centuries; Those who heard of't ne'er went so far To wander its roads and by-lanes, Whether by night or by day. Thus, far from all discerning eyes, That nameless village forgotten lies. III. But they who passed the village by Have reported to have heard A wailing sound or a forlorn cry; Or,perchance, a few unhappy words. They claim that, at a certain hour, A voice uttered that so

You can’t force a novel out of someone who’s a short story. And yes, everyone’s a book in their own right; with chapters and page-breaks and covers- the latter most of all. That’s why he couldn’t stay. He had pages to write and others to read. And he’s read you to the last punctuation, the last hurrah, and he got bored. So he opened other spines and slept in their papery scents, with you no more than an afterthought, the past to the present. He wasn’t your prince charming, or your knight, or your childhood best friend who falls in love with you, he was a passing breath, a momentary pulse

I’ll never admit it, I won’t. “You’re lonely, aren’t you?” I’ll never confess it, I won’t. “You’re bitter, aren’t you?” I’ll never confide it, I won’t. “You grew up too fast, didn’t you?” I’ll never disclose it, I won’t. “You don’t love yourself, do you?” I’ll never admit it, I won’t. “You’ve forgotten what hope is, haven’t you?” I’ll cut my tongue out before I admit anything.

Havana ebbs and flows Through a transient dream An impossible and roving gem Glimmering in the surf Its streets lit aflame   With wondering And wandering hearts And minds Havana The impossible tale Consumed and dismissed And conquered By the might of its time

Once. I once wished to be a hero' graceful and just, helping those in need.. oppressed be freed. i once wished to be a leader of a nation, and take in all the orphans of the world' but when men gather so does disaster, famine and hunger' and so an eater of weaker is born. i once wished to be a monster with no remorse, to hold my grudges and stain the walls stalk my prey day by day.. but i stumble over my damn heart every day.. i once wished to be a demon with no soul so i wouldn't feel lost and alone.. a demon with no goal all i did was pilling up more coal.. i once wished to die, cut myself in twine my wrist open crimson gushing from

Asleep Awake Dead

Like the Ocean BreezeTo Puabi My life is a ship leaving harbor; A new port may be far from sight. Sailing slowly, carefully through the waves; Sailing,sailing day and night. Sailing ships need a breeze in their sails, To carry them ahead. That, I have most certainly; And there is the soft glow of moonlight. Her tender sighs drive me forth; Her face shines as my moon. Leading me forward through the day. And back to the shelter of my room.