The truth about Emma.

February 5, 2013 § 8 Comments

Is that she

never was

your girl.

She married chaos

when she was eight.

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Untitled IV.

July 9, 2012 § 26 Comments

There is no need to touch anything,
i’ve touched everything.
Don’t reach out, i will come
for you.
Sleep, because i dont;
and you cannot.
Write what you feel,
it wont be true.
Get up, wash yourself, go out;
you’d be in the same place.
Laugh without laughing,
speak without speaking.
Silence will kill you,
and poison will deafen you.
I am the voice in your head,
you will have to shush me out.
I live in contradiction,
with myself.
I am the worst of everything
that comes from the best of nothing.

But.
Tell me, what do YOU see?
What do you have?
Where are we headed?
Am i still the face you see
in the prism we broke years ago?

Free.

January 19, 2012 § 10 Comments

Now that i am supposedly free
Now that my thoughts are colored in grey
Now that they’re shaved down to a bare minimum
Now that life is supposed to have direction and meaning
Now that there are mounts of expectations
Now that i know what it feels to be eaten
Now that all chairs are uncomfortable
Now that black isnt my favourite colour
Now that my ice has been broken
Now that i am blanked and unshaped
Now that my friends think i’ve grown up
Now that i am supposedly free

Now i walk away.

YourSelf.

December 28, 2011 § 6 Comments

How much does it
take to being yourSelf?

Funny feet, pink glasses,
kohl smeared eyes,
palms like a fifth grader,
and unmanageable hair.

How much does it
take to being yourSelf?

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