. . Black heartless Beast, oh my! Monster made of Shadows and lies… I’ve learnt to live With your breath On my neck, The distinctive stench, Evil, yet so close To my yearning heart. Keeping me, all the same Whole, and apart… Why did I ever Let my eyes glance away, From the cage Where…… Continue reading On a leash…
. Shush, shush my friend, Sit here with me… I might not fully understand But with me you can feel free To rant, to cry To drop your mask. I don’t know why And I won’t ask. But I see it In your sad empty eyes And with Much love I’ll emphasize That you are…… Continue reading Shush…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still) to Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided…… Continue reading One special day… (January 6th FFF)
. This might be long(ish)… And probably a little confusing. I hope you’ll bear with me. So, today I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. A LOT. It all started this morning when I was scrolling down my Instagram stream, and noticed a post from one of my favorite Danish authors, Meik Wiking. Meik wrote…… Continue reading Just thinking…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (Late August 13th FFF)
How empty Can an aching Soul be? Trapped in A golden cage Oh, so shiny. Silence pours From your Widened pupils, Quiet scream As your essence Slowly spills… You peal The layers off Your onion heart, Not knowing if You wish for The end or a fresh new start… Can I hold your hand? I…… Continue reading Empty…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading To death and back… (July 24th FFF)
Barely awakened, she rolled on her side turning her back to the morning sun. She hated the sunrays peeking in the room. She remembered the good old days, back when she enjoyed this moment of the day. Every good memory was a knife cutting deep into her. Closing her eyes, she imagined bleeding out…… Continue reading Demons…
I don’t talk often about severe depression. Not because I am ashamed of it, but because I fought so hard no to let it define me, that I prefer not to mention it, unless I feel it can be of any help for someone else. My years struggling with depression are a bit blurry now.…… Continue reading Memories…
I can see it… You might think that your mask is flawless, but it isn’t. I can see it in your eyes… Others miss it, because they look for pain, for suffering, for torment. They look for anger towards this disappointing life of yours. They are wrong. You are way farther down than those…… Continue reading I can see it…
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