Some people say I have an unhealthy relationship with the written word. I simply say I tread the thin line between lust and love. I tiptoe carefully, hoping to fall to one side, daring to fall to the other.
I've always appreciated the power of words. Even as (more)a young girl there were phrases that could make me shudder with suppressed pleasure. The sounds of certain words echoing around the chamber of my mind made images spin before my eyes and worlds welcome me to things untold. I had a lust for language that could never be satiated, an eternal hunger to consume - and be consumed by - the words.
But words ultimately lead to questions. And people, well, they don't like you to ask questions. They understand, like I do, the power of words. The only problem is they don't revel in that power; they fear it.
So I've taken to hoarding my words, building them up behind a wall in my mind. I feel selfish doing it, but it's an action derived out of necessity. Secrets are safer; answers are better left for another day. (less)
Soft skin and rosy cheeks
Small waist, don’t waste
Away your youth
Tick tock chimes time
- Fear it, they say
Harsh sun and white skin
(more) Fairy Tale mandates and Fabled demands
Prostrate yourself before your idols (gods?) of perfection
Glares and piercing stares
Jealous rages and harmful remedies
Mirrored in mirrors we find
Our worst enemy
Tear down the idols (adulterous idolatry) -- or are they real?
Dull fingernails tear at flesh
Greedy fingers gouge at the soft, innocent eyes
Tear her down, cut her up
Take anything you want
She wants, I want
Raise yourself up (don’t fall down)
A goddess made of skeleton and false promises (less)
My muscles are locked tight, and the only movement I can feel is a slight trembling. I'm exhausted, but still I stand.
(more) I can't remember if the decision to settle down and sprout roots was my own or someone else's. It must have been someone else's; I always wanted to travel, to wander, to experience. I wanted to taste life. Now the only thing I can savour is the idle breeze as it passes me by - and the occasional roadkill. Although frankly, that's not the type of tasting I had in mind.
But does it really matter whether this cage was of my own making or not? I am the one that has to endure it.
Stationary, but never moving.
By the road, but never on it (less)
Innocence. Soft and warm and lush
Spun threads and tangled webs
Dying to shed the shell that holds you back
Desperate to prove your worldly wiles
Truth. As innocence will accept no less
(more) First lies create concrete cracks in your being
Shaking hands with the demons who will hold your heart
They will cover your face and steal your soul. Just watch.
Shattered shards. Easy promises broken too soon.
As they push you relentlessly forward
No mercy in their conviction - you will yield
As the image of innocence is fractured, destroyed.