Music: symphony of...sometimes she tears her heart outMusic: symphony of... by whisperedmemories
just to play the strings,
and throws it hard against a rock
until percussion rings,
sometimes she'll pull the knife out
and whisk it through her veins,
then let the blood-winds whistle
crescendoing her pain,
sometimes she'll steal gold lighters
and burn until the bone,
hearing brass above her screaming
with deeper resonance than stone,
sometimes her head is aching
a metronome in her ear,
heart-beats pound 'til choirs waking
scream agonized and clear,
sometimes she is black and white
and pounds down on her knees,
tearing flesh and bone with this
piano bound disease,
the doctors say beware of her
she gets worse by the day,
but if you really want to know her
you can, just. push. play.
ReflectionsReflections by xxHarmoniousChaosxx
I look in the mirror reflection,
I hope my true self avoids detection.
I am not who they believe,
I find freedom when they leave.
I see myself with this refinement,
It's all traditional confinement.
Who is she?
That beauty staring at me.
Not who I was meant to be.
This personality and this face,
My family's disgrace.
Honor and poise,
Someone save me from this choice.
I hide behind this façade,
It's a delicate charade.
I see myself as a warrior,
Everyone around sees me as inferior.
Why can't I let my true self shine?
Why must I let this cage confine?
Behind this face I fade.
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me?
Turned to obscurity.
This sad shallow reflection.
Writers are all crazy, you know.Letters spill down from a canopy andWriters are all crazy, you know. by LuckyClover38
down the vines,
scatter across the margins to make
a story so divine.
There's a picture show
behind those eyes,
where a lake leaks stories
into a boat full of mad
but for those who think it's crazy
it really is quite sad.
on a rope swing,
between horror and once upon a time.
She obsesses over meter,
and nothing will quite rhyme.
She stares off into the
d i s t a n c e
trying to make some sense
of every idea that flocks her boat
and never will relent.
Her brain is constantly on