Craziness...

 Wafting through my mind like razors that nick the threads of sanity. Always pushing the boundaries of modesty. Collecting stress and anxiety as if they were wild daises to be plucked from the fields and placed neatly in a vase for public display. Standing at the threshold of freedom and joy holding hands with love and ecstasy. Chains of imperfection  bind my feet and hold me still unable to move. Fantasies and fairytales decorate the halls. Music and dance swallow my heart. Screams of chaos fill my ears. Fists of fear wrapped around my chest. Light from my eyes lead the way to a path of beauty and peace. 

~ Dream of winter by Natalie Shau

Courageous & Brave

Blinded by fear seeing no way out, slowly walk, certainly forward. Warm clay, easy to manipulate into what its' master wants. Like hoarfrost in winter their eyes see beauty but beneath lies destruction and waste.

Words make my ears bleed as my heart rises to my throat and it throws profanity about. It rushes from my mouth like a cold north wind. The tears that fall freeze as iced breath cracks the glass. I reach for one and then another. My hand, suspended in the nothingness, my fingers are white and numb in the cold of the dark night.

The apron strings are tied so tight that there is no breath, without them it all falls apart. Drowning, suffocated and crushed. Screams for help frighten the delicate away.

Cowards and cravens dressed for battle, beckon the gentle warrior to fight for them, with insatiable appetites greedy gluttons veraciously devour the spoils and with the fleshy parts of lust fresh between their teeth they beg for more.

Running toward the light, tripping and falling in the tangled web of lies, empty words and pompous philosophy of logic.

Seeing nothing, feeling everything, smell the rain, hear the light. He has freed us all, we are prisoners no more.

~Garden of Shadows: Lunebleu

Pandora's Box

Pandora's box hid from me.
Packed away so nice and neat.
Stored it away.
He pulled it out.
Opened them one by one.
Memories attached to painful emotions.
All of them flying about.
Floating around the red lit room, like feathers from a pillow fight.

A mess to clean up.
Each memory to be gathered and all placed where they belong.
But they are refusing to return.

Promises that can't be kept.
Lies whispered into our own ears.
Wanting it back.
Walking away.
Breath won't come.

"Good-bye" never passed the lips.
"Good-bye" was what was heard.

The quiet sounds leave room for the noise of a foolishly beating heart.
The mind knows and trusts in reason.
Fury of the lost screams it's voice to silence.
Turn the volume up on ambient sounds.
Senseless chatter.
Click clack, switching stations.
Thump thud, changing lanes.
Listen to it.
Slow and deep, in and out.
The dark day soon arrives.
Running but going no where.
Trying to escape but already there.
Fast Forward to the future.
Turn the page.
Not even sweet intoxication will wash away the pain.