blindme

I was told that there'd be a knock on my door at two o'clock, But despite the fact I awoke at eleven and listened very carefully I heard no one. I knew my ears felt movement when the rain slowly pitter-pattered to the floor but My heart leapt and subsequently sank after looking out the window to discover an empty garden now slowly filling with water. I felt tears begin to form when my bottom lip trembled, and I felt sure that from the outside it must have seemed as though my house were crying. I jumped when the phone rang and couldn't bring myself to answer it through fear of breaking down to an unsuspecting victim. I heard my voice re

We were running blindly in the dark, expecting at any moment to face our final judgment in front of the dazzling headlights of a car. We felt like convicted lovers escaping shameful vindications and suddenly experiencing the power of freedom; that feeling was undoubtedly worth the wait when contrasted with our previous deprivation. Our minds swung on the edge of hysteria like pendulums swayed by a constant pump of adrenaline. Subconsciously we let our feet track their way through the darkness, we stumbled awkwardly over hidden rocks and roots; obstacles littered our path. We could not see but we continued running. We could not stop and we cou

I was claustrophobic inside as my headache grew and Scratched its long nails across my chalk-board mind. I couldn't sleep and I wished I'd drunk more alcohol. At 5am after three restless hours of pain and boredom, I crawled out of bed and put the kettle on. Tea is always an appropriate solution. And then I looked out of the window. To the east I could see the first waves of colour breaking the skyline. Their haze coated the trees and made silhouettes of their forms. I wondered who had made the fire that caused a chimney to leak grey Smoke into the perfect sky. I saw the rooftops glisten with the morning dew; glinting in the growing

Inside cracks become hidden within extended cavities, Reaching out to nothing but filling with myself; On a good day I'm wholesome, I promise. Those cracks can seep like water from A to B and then search in vain for another – C. The message becomes half lost in a tangle of chemical encoding And I'm not sure if I'm right or wrong, but I'm hopeful. The cavities maintain their growth, Hoping there'll be more of me to colour in between their lines. Soon, I'm sure, there won't be, as Enclosed within, the outside changes shades and shape And unseen reactions morph into a rising resolution Raising confidence with my hopeful heart, the

Time looks at me and then disappears, Leaving behind an emptiness that's impossible to fill; My mind looses itself as my memories wander away. Fixed in this moment, now everything seems so pointless But it's all I have: now. In a pull, as though it were a tide and unstoppable Time lures the colours to seep from my memory and bleed into a wash of white. I can sense its prior existence but now I'm lost. I'm left void of feeling, I'm invalid but still alive in the cruel continuation Of nothing.

Possible contradictions arise when I start at the end and work back towards the beginning, The middle then gets lost somewhere along the way. It appears that an explanation will be woven with thoughts, however irrelevant or imaginative. (I don't need you anymore) Who, in their right mind would merge there life into one long word? Well… My mind is situated quite far to the left, And at the moment life is 274659 characters long, and is very difficult to spell. (I can't believe what I'm hearing) If I told you, you wouldn't understand, So I'm forced to replace myself with a façade; and pretend everything is more than okay for just a fe

I'm travelling through a mist that permanently wraps itself around the browning leaves, in months like this. My feet stick to the ground occasionally, And the wet earth squelches when it eventually decides to release me, As if it knows that life is disappearing, and it is desperate to cling on to anything. I could close my eyes and breathe in the colourful smell that surrounds me, The reds and yellows, browns and purples attach themselves to my memory, swarming with energy desperate to begin again as it slowly dissolves into me. I am surrounded by the animation of autumn; in the anticipation and excitement of a winter that will eventu

Your vicious words drift through my mind Covered by the noise that life collects. But in the night, when the volume slowly decreases, it leaves me alone in a silence Open to the raw reminder that you have affected me. My mind seems like the still surface of a pond; Anticipating the sting from your malice as it plunges towards my core, And your hate spreads in waves across me. I find myself wishing I could rip you open and Pour into you all the loathing you poured into me. I find myself hoping that your eyes will eventually open And stop being blinded by love that has never known truth. But I also find myself wishing that these w

I can feel an anxiety rising, and resting in my throat-      waiting for me to spill my soul into yours. Its' electricity frightens me, yet      deeply comforts something still unknown. As it lingers nearly at the tip of my tongue i can      taste its' bitter sweetness stinging me subconciously. And in my mind i can see colours      swarm like the first waves of the tide through a darkness                   effortlessly. And effortlessly a small space within me     met with a small space within you,                   and filled.

The rope will twist against your skin and burn. And underneath the surface your veins will be raw, Ready to split, ready to burst into a frenzied display of red. It'll sting as it spreads an electrifying chill across your body. Slowly surrounding your mind, it'll poison your breath. Engulfing you in darkness, As spinning colours of disintegrating light, Dissolve around your fading memory. Your heart will break, Creating an impossible jigsaw of forgotten hope. Your eyes will close, And your last thought shall linger on your lips, Never spoken.