Home AloneHome Alone.Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramaticScenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.Increasing the volume on your television set to distract and block out the noises.The local neighbors walk past your window but you class them as unfamiliar voices.You can't help but be on edge until you have some sort of company.But these common trains of thoughts are expected and customary.I thought the same until I heard this one story about a girl called Anne.She was in a similar situation; she was
Lost My GutsCreation with a needle and thread,where do I come from,what's in my head?Some buttons, a marbleto act as my brain.I'm mindless, I'm fearful,I'm going insane.A puppet, dancing on steel-faced strings,But feeling, living,conscious of things.Time frays the yarnthat holds in my guts.Left in the barnto play with the mutts.Glossy, blinding, frivolous sun,blocked off by dustshooting the gun.I sit and waitfor my soul to be free.My stuffing escapesthrough the holes in the seam.I'm found! I'm found!I'm thrown in the wash,I come all undoneI'm finally lost.2012 Moonlightauthor
CutWhy is time spent on tears?This nagging sensationwill draw the blade home.Silence was never goldenserenity is a crimson stream.Memory, once only skin deepfinds shelter somewhere deeperconcealed under scar tissue.Hide with fear of love and scalpelan everyday stare to hide the truth.Not all wounds are physical;Not all pain can be forgiven.
Hold OnSeems like nobody cares anymoreDays go by and I am stuck in the same place as yesterdayLocked in this cageIn a endless loop of disappointment and lostAll I can do is to hold to the dreamJust hold on and believeI know the road is hard but a day will comeToday may be long but tomorrow will comeI just need to hold and believeWeeks have gone byI still hold onTo that dreamBut that dream went up into flamesI thought it will never turned this wayBut all I can do is to hold onWhat is left of me?What I can pull out of this rubble?Burned up in flamesA lifetime of effort, gone in a flashI feel no pain or numbnessJust feels nothingBut I will always rememberRemember to hold onHold on and believe that someone will come and save