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Nov 2017 Tatiana

The Hole

Nov 2017 Tatiana

T

The Hole

I have fallen into a big hole
Trying to get out I have not told a soul
I see the light it's fingers away
I should get there in one day
The closer I get the deeper I fall
If you see it looks so small
As I move and I crawl is there any end at all
As I slip farther down I scrape and claw to the light
I can barely see it is so bright
I am down but I am not out
Fear is strength so I will not pout
Nothing can keep me here
All that matters is crystal clear
She is the one that keeps me strong
Believe in me I am not wrong
If it were not for her strong will
I would be down there still..

Digging out

Nov 2017 Tatiana

Untitled

Nov 2017 Tatiana

Grim

Untitled

Once the bells have tolled and the roses are withered and wilted
I feel a continuous joy deep in my heart your loving embrace left untilted.
With you I dream of a time not quite here
A time of perfection what I know is near
A time where I could truly never be blue
And that my dear is when I meet you.

Oct 2017 Tatiana

On My Own

Oct 2017 Tatiana

Raiden Crow

On My Own

When I'm on my own,
The world is clear.
When I'm on my own,
Everything makes sense.
When I'm on my own,
I feel everything.
When I'm on my own,
I feel the joy.
When I'm on my own,
I feel the pain.
When I'm on my own,
I feel the rage.
When I'm on my own,
I wish I could turn back time.
When I'm on my own,
I wish things could change.
When I'm on my own,
I miss you..
When I'm on my own,
I want to be here with you.

Being alone happens. Its normal. We can still enjoy life, but sometimes just having someone there who wants to experience the world as much as you do is the best experience you could ever have..

Aug 2017 Tatiana

As a Writer

Aug 2017 Tatiana

KieraYale

As a Writer

I will own your soul.

Perhaps for just a moment...
As your right hand caresses the page
I will procure your consciousness
As the dishes in the sink rest
As the ceiling fan lethargically laces the room

I will make you feel unapologetically alive.

Aug 2017 Tatiana

White

Aug 2017 Tatiana

KieraYale

White

It was the color of the sheet covering his body,
And the pigment of my bloodless face

“He shot himself.”
The sentence laced through my body like static.

Soft palmed cops offered obligatory condolences
While contemplating tonight’s dinner options

White
It was the church walls as your mother cried in silence,
And the film of dust now covering the kitchen counters
But it wasn’t the color of the walls, was it?

#suicide

Aug 2017 Tatiana

Free Radical

Aug 2017 Tatiana

KieraYale

Free Radical

I need stability,
and yet it bores me to death.