We are made of stars

Blank faces lost, pale like corridor walls Scarce in self reflections, hammering on doors Lock combinations forgotten Rats roam around labyrinth Thinking with damaged brains, half dead There is no exit Imminent isolation incoming Incomplete for eternity Their eyes blink senselessly Life will always end in apathy Wounded after attacks, miscalculated strategies Fools thought that killing each other…

The Wrong Kind of Medicine

It’s the wrong kind of medicine Misdiagnosed prescription The pills swallowed whole Floating in the toilet bowl The taste reminds me of regrets Anxiety induced tongue twister They said I should despise myself And be afraid of everything Become a rotten wooden raft In the middle of nowhere, shaking I wear the mask of self-fulfilling prophecy When the storm hits, I allow it Thanks to my useless…

The versatile blogger award

Hello Hello Hello, not my usual poetry post, but still important.   Thank you Claireyangwrites for nominating me for this little award thingy. Check out her fantastic work! ❤ This a great way to encourage engagement with fellow bloggers & writers. THE VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD is to encourage engagement with fellow bloggers to lift each other up and support each other hard work.  Bloggers nominated…

Oceans unaware, eyes tied Seagulls faraway screeching Waves pushed aside like blankets Anxious routines, broken records keep on circling Blinds closed and then opened Feeling the air, empty handed Phrases repeat themselves Never been used to silence The light is also blinding That screen is an exception Same programme from 7am I’m still paying attention Another day, it’s all the same Prepared…

In a hideaway A flower peaks through Distorted stone walls Who would have thought Such wonder could be found Inside a cracked foundation? If I gave you a little glance To my broken heart You’d see a flower Growing out of the cracks Because over time Even a lost soul can blossom And like migrating birds Fly into a paradise

Rats play chase inside the cupboard My empty storage space When I come over to open it They scratch their nails into the wood Glare through me and hiss Like the broken boiler in the other room I look around but there’s nothing there It’s hard to walk but I’m used to seeing in the darkness Who know how long it’s been The numbers, the letters, the loans I’m in debt, but who cares, who the hell…

My poor bleeding fingers Emptiness lingers Traces on the bed sheets He found me, made me shiver Torn into little pieces like a tissue Used too many times- unsuitable for wiping tears Falling apart He was a demon, thirsty incubus Succumbed to his sweet talk Made me think the unthinkable I wanted to kill him but he kept moving so quickly Teeth bulged through the bed sheets No voices- just dripping…

Taking the pill again To feel how she should Sweat beads roll down Like purest pearls On her back On her chest And her hands Sipping her sins Drinking her worries She drowns, gets up and drowns again It pulls her in with a chain Around her ankles, around her neck She swallows the bubbles Others are fine They breathe how they should While she’s on the dry land A flapping fish People passing by:…

Filthy devil in an angel’s costume Hovering around my shoulder: “Innocent souls get eaten alive I know how you lived a holy life But now it’s time for you to die” “Pack responsibilities away Close the lid, say your goodbyes Fade into the mist like a ghost Float into the town of snow” “Silent whispers lead you in Serpents come to taste your sin Cause no one needs your innocence” “You are like a…

She moved like a wolf in winter Across the hills of snow The moon burned through the darkness And her heart was drowning in the brightest flames But the fire slowly burned out There was no light anymore Only gleaming radiant eyes of some heartless monster Lost in the forest shadows

It takes too long to make me laugh I’m a window, tightly shut Emotions poured into bottles Like distilled rum Reserved only for me to taste and devour The rest are having sober days From feeling something other Than their own familiar pain