colour me beautifulMemories are the only thing that paint the moonless sky tonight, for this time is ours. Finally we have settled in to collect the pieces of our broken hearts and sew them on to the nights velvet canvas. A patch work of red hues soon lighting our lonely minds, turning our shattered thoughts into stars so numerous that not even the most brilliant light could make them fade.The darkness has become one with us now, wrapping its breezes around us like the forboding wings of a raven. Soft and subtle, but still sharp enough to remind us that we are still breathing.So colour me beautiful, colour me forgotten, finish attaching whats left of my heart to yours. We are mending what counts, we are leaving all that matters. We are building our stair case to the stars.And if you fall, I promise to pick up your pieces. And if you fall, I promise to stay with you. And if you fall, I will fall with you. And if you fall...We will burn out like shooting stars.And if you fall....Just promise me you w
102834COLDSLEEP102834COLDSLEEPperchance to dream.time freezes shut of the heart-warmingof the folds of sunshine above the cloudsor angels and aeroplanes suspended in winter skiesby tensile-threads and vapour trailsin a fragile moment, these worlds held stillin the space between release of breathi dream in silence,like a king.© jmr04
He Cries...i make up liesto cover up the sorrowi cut myselfto prepare for tomorrowi cry these tearsto ease the painim in love with youfor reasons i cant explaini hide the way i feelso you wont leave mei put a mask onso you cant see mei hate myselfbecause i keep messing upim giving up nowbecause i keep fucking upi hurt insidefrom you pushing my awayim dying more and morewith the passing of each dayi make wishesfor things that wont come truei pray everynightjust to be with youi want you to save mefrom this disasterbecause im broken into piecesas my heart beats fasterbloody wristswet faceplease save mefrom this place...
meOver the past year, I have gone over and over in my head, who I am. Who I want to be. Who I have been. Insecure? Yes. Confident? Yes. Selfish? Yes. Selfless? Yes. Self-critical? Always. I have had a constant battle with myself since I can remember. I have felt on top of the world, powerful, loved, knowledgeable, creative, respected, admired. I have gleamed in my pride. I have felt at the bottom of the world, powerless, hated, ignorant, dull, stepped on, shunned. I have recoiled in my shame. I have gone back and forth with these traits, as people do, but all in all, I have moved forward. I have learned who I never want to be again, and I am learning who I am right now. And I know that who I become will be all the stronger. I have guilt, but no regret. I have mistrust, but no hatred. I have a heart--and I pray that it will never harden to humanity. I fear that it has already begun to at times, and that terrifies me. Because I love to love, and I despise hate; yet growing up ha