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“I’ve lost my words from the past decade and now I’m learning to make new ones… will you be my new language?”
-S.lilobell (It takes strength to rebuild a love vocabulary.)
It’s starting to feel the same again..
Like a tightness in my bones that threatens to snap them if I move just one more inch.
Like a pressure forcing me down into the bed, sinking me slowly, ready to suffocate me at another breath.
Like these words are lodged in my throat, choking what little life I had left out of me and my hands are too numb to pull them out.
Like the person down on one knee in front of me is offering far worse than a ring and the damage is irreversible.
What do I do when it starts to feel the same again?
S.Lilobell (Save me from this eternity.)
You’re like an echo I’m waiting to hear back from…
…but at this point I think I’m talking to myself.
S.Lilobell (What did you think talking to the darkness would be like?)
Where are you?
You were everywhere All over my mind, soul and heart.
The shining sky, The warmth of my coffee, The melody of the ocean, The blankets whom used comfort me, It all feels foreign.
Even my words, making me a fool. My pen falling from my hands, It was not the moon, sky, ocean or even my books; my legacy. It was you, my muse.
In the radiating gleam of the moon, There you stand breathtakingly. Occupying my mind, Blurring my thoughts.
-Hydra Lowe
Yalnızlığımı sayfalara doldurdum
Kaçıyordum her şeyden Yalnızlığımdan, İsteklerimden, Hayalleriminden, Eleştirilerden, Bakışlarından, En çokta o acı gerçeklerden; Hayatımı her gün zehreden, Beni mutsuzluk dolu bir geleceğe iten, Hayallerimin karşısında nutkunun tutulduğu, Bunaltıcı sorularımın üzücü cevaplarını benliğinde saklayan o gerçekler
Neden hayallerim yetmedi? Niçin uzaklaşamadım onlardan? Sadece uzaklaşıp mutlu olmak istedim Kabullendim de, denedim Acısa da denedim Ama… her kabullenişim sadece yastığımın duyduğu hıkçırıklarla bitti
-Hydra Lowe
the bus
Doleful faces at the bus stop. I was one of them. The clouds were vehemently spitting thick rain, smiting the cobblestones of the streets, and trickling down our wan faces. Drowsy, I closed my eyes and let the cadenced sound of the rain lull me to sleep. Alas, the bus of perdition came. I never dared to get out.
© Margaux Emmanuel
watercolors
A failing heart is brushed with the dust of silence
a shadowed mind shudders at a patient blindness
an orphaned violence
the whistle of our thoughts trickle
drip
while I fill the crevices in the canvas
with the remaining paint of your dying lips
for no sane words can describe my heart
sailing these fugitive waves
too strong for art.
© Margaux Emmanuel
Accountability
Fuck you to death Mark Timmins You pleasureless bastard Go find a fucking king To die for Go find out What it means to truly love Stop hiding In the waiting The shadow That your well-crafted Cynicism casts Cannot shield your fragile heart From the burning bright light That pulsates From the unchallenged Pointlessness of existence Forever Get out there And fuck some shit up