Breath Striken

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The wind blows and your hair rises...just a bit. That is when I see your eyes at the exact moment the sun reflects and cradles them. You, at this fine moment, force air from my lungs and butterflies to dance in the pit of my stomach.

My heart beats like an eager drummer boy trying to achieve his position in his band. I am consumed and lulled by all that is you.

I need not speak and you need not worry, I will run up to you and embrace you even if you don't notice me.

I can feel the earth move under my feet and I am locked on this moment of a euphoric scene.

Each movement you make sends me and I feel the wave of allurement over throw my senses. I know this moment in time is one that I will cherish forever.

All too soon, the clouds move in and the sun hides it's smiling face. I search for the woman that entranced my soul and beckoned my love. Just in that instant she was gone. I roamed like a nomad searching for her grace. Only to stumble on the nectar of her true vein.


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Afraid of Fear

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Afraid of Fear

There is that tickling feeling, the eerie spinning of butterflies fluttering aimless in the pit of my stomach. My hands to the touch are clammy and beads of pearls leak from my flesh and run like tears down my skin.

The darting race of my heartbeat sending a rush of drugs through my veins. Adrenaline courses and turns my thoughts into a spiraling chaotic frenzy. My hands feverishly cling to anything, something in reach. I can’t comprehend what is going on. I don’t understand why I can’t grasp a sense of reality. The images in front of me become hazy and foggy. I can’t…

…I can’t breathe. My lungs are not drawing and releasing air. My legs become shaky and the quivering shutters ricochet throughout my body.

Silence overcomes me, I can’t hear anything but a blinding pinging loud screech. There is nothing. My chest doesn’t rise and fall and death seems to have replaced the heartbeat that once pounded feverishly against my chest.

My feet are cement boots at the bottom of the ocean, the current doesn’t help me escape the over flow of relentless pain. I can’t escape and I can’t comprehend to help myself.

No one there to save me from myself…I am the all-consuming evil of my own fear.

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Her Eyes

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Behind her eyes there was always a sadness
One that, if not careful, you were likely to miss
She hid it well but the torment had taught
Her that keeping secrets was the best way not to get caught

She wasn't always this cruel, this is why her emotions shone through
As deep down, her soul was withering as she knew
She could have been so much better
This is why she began to write the suicide letter

Her eyes are now in an absent state
As it is now that her sad life has met it's fate
She let herself get dragged down into the deep
Now her soul is resting below while her mortal body lies in a heap

She felt this final action would rectify her past
A simple solution that was thought up too fast
However it was selfish as two wrongs don't make a right
She should have remained strong and put up a fight

She felt she had no way out but there is no excuse
To let your behaviour change and your morals become loose
As your mind is your own and the decisions are yours
And in the end, you pay by ending up that sad lost girl lying on the floor

Signed Patricia Hilton

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