I'll Keep ScreamingI’m screaming in a languageI'll Keep Screaming by MemoriesPast8956
no one seems to understand
I’ve been caught between heaven
and a cold and lonely hell.
Now I’ve forgotten what it’s like
to dream my own dreams
cause your eyes flash like lights
and they’re blinding me.
Suddenly I blinked and it’s been seven years
seven wasted years too long
and I’m so tired and I’m so lonely
I pretend this is what I want.
So I’ll keep screaming til you start listenin
cause what’s a life lived this way?
That I’d give up everything if for a minute
just a single second
you’d hear what I say
I am standingIt's been months since I wanted to break out of my body. Okay, that's a lie. But it's been days. Days since I've felt static scorch underneath my skin, felt colours cutting into my eyes, had to explain that these aren't metaphors. There are so many ways you can get used to living. I wonder if anyone else feels empty when they don't have creatures clawing up through their throat.I am standing by missingnumbers
I don't know what art is, or what okay is. I like to believe I know it when I feel it, but I'm not so sure I would. I think people expect me to be a lot more insightful than I am right now. I don't think they take into account that boredom is stressful, and stress can shatter you like roots in concrete. Maybe I'm growing. But I don't even know if I'm bored. I feel like a lot of different people, or a lot of aspects of different people, all trying to learn how to stand one another.
It's been days since I wanted to break out of my body. I'm watching the sunrise from the wrong side, but I did sleep. I'm not curlin
words to say to your reflectioni am a collection of dust and stars,words to say to your reflection by aprilwednesday
blue luster in a sea of inky void.
i am a tongue licking lips, clicking against teeth,
shaping sounds that matter.
i am the lightning that explodes in purple storm clouds,
four miles of haphazard beauty
on a lonely night.
i am the sea in autumn, still holding the warmth of a summer of sunlight,
though the air outside is cold
i am the snow at 6am.
i have not been touched, not stepped on. my surface is smooth as glass.
i am the snow at 6pm.
i am still beautiful.
i am the sound of rain just before sunrise
on a sunday morning.
i am the swirl of cream in a coffee,
blossoming and unfolding like a galaxy.
i am the smell of lavender
after a storm.
i am breathing.