Nearly *Sunday Scribblings*

I came to you 'as is',
nearly dead.
You nursed me,
you loved me,
showed me that almost dieing wasn't the end.
Now I sit in this empty room,
waiting for you,
thinking of your promises.
Did you break them,
or just nearly keep them?

Visual

When I think of my writing style I see a red silk scarf floating down onto the pale arm of a woman in a dark moonlit room on a summer night. Yes, I know I have a strange imagination... ;)

The Empty

I am the empty,
the void that calls your name.
I want you,
I need to swallow the light you bring,
cover it with my invading darkness.
I'll take your soul,
bend it,
twist it,
until you don't recognize the girl in the mirror.
Come to me,
follow your temptations.
I know your secrets,
that need to remain anonymous,
the desire for invisibility.
I am the Empty,
and I want you to become as I am.

Surreal

This is still too surreal to me. I'm with the one I love. I mean REALLY LOVE. It's not a lie, no numbness involved. I can't believe it. He makes me feel more than any other man.

The Lie

I'll show you a little lie that I've hidden in my pocket.
I'm not broken, oh, no, not me.
Do you see this smile?
The one sewn there, with silver thread?
It's only part of the lie.
Then there's the tape recorder in my purse.
If you push 'play' you'll hear laughter.
That was me once, I used to laugh, but not anymore, it hurts like a sucker punch.
Do you promise not to tell anyone?
Please?
I don't want people to know and take advantage of me.
I'm not broken, just patched together with that silver thread and an ivory needle.
Is that truly a lie?

Who are you?

Who are you to lie there, buried in the bottom? Barely concious to chaos, you raise to the flame, the apocalyptic fire. Suicidal in your desire, forgetful in your need. You're so cold, hidden in the deep, an arctic darkness. Who are you to stay here, waiting for warmth of a million suns?

Free*Sunday Scribblings*

I no longer feel guilty... I just found out that the entire time he was professing to love me and trying to control me he was sleeping with somebody else. I'm finally free

BIG

Big eyes.... Big heart..... Always remembered...... Never alone.....

Lost *Raw: Sunday Scribblings*

I think I lost myself,
somewhere along that long way.
I'm not who I used to be,
and I don't think I can live with that,
the sad part is....
I knew it was happening,
I was eroded away,
and I let it happen.
Who am I?
I don't know anymore,
I'm not sure I ever did.....

F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S.

FUCK THAT I'M FABULOUS! AND SO ARE YOU!