open-your-eyes

Saturated silence thick, like blood, runs through my veins My heart swells, now heavy, and weighs down my soul Hazel eyes fade to gray no longer light up the room Time sifts away, like broken glass, and turns to sand Tears drops fall, burst open, splash like rain and crash against the shore washing away your memory

She lowered herself into the passenger side of her two-door Toyota Echo. She'd been here all too often during her life, and slowly, she slid over the clutch into the driver's seat. The keys shook and clanked together in unison with her shaking fist, and the wind blew gently through the open windows. She shoved the keys into the ignition and started the car, barely waiting before popping it into reverse, and leaving tire marks as she skidded across the driveway and onto the road. Two right turns and she set out east bound towards the city. The sun streaked into the rear view mirror, but only darkness lay ahead. Life is just a sequence of acci

Sometimes I feel like my screams are only heard by the coffee in my Starbucks mug (Oh what a trendy whore I am) It seems that all my emotions all my cries for help all my sorrows are drowned into the dark rich folds of my $4 coffee Dollops of cream and sugar are poured into my cup sugar coating all my pain making it seem almost nonexistent but it is there I see it floating around It sticks to my throat make me cough on it's gagging sweetness when I finally find my way to the bottom The coffee knows my pain I tell it each time staring into it blankly even though I find myself blinking back tears But it offers

Lily knelt down beside the bathtub with a razor-blade lying along her fingertips. Droplets of thinned blood dripped into her lap onto her white dress. She gripped the side of the sink and with all her strength, forced herself to stand, fingers readily embracing the support of the sink as she stared at herself in the mirror. Lily licked her lips and pressed them firmly together, only to purse them out seconds later. She gasped at their whiteness, her eyes still wide with fear, and tears threatened behind their azure storms. Her hair, still stringy and short, clung to her forehead in hot pink clumps: her new color of the month. Her skin was get

soft music plays in the background, piano keys pounding out beautiful and sour melodies like an out of tune organ, elegant,   eerie, but off key (like my life) the notes filling my ears with a soft whisper of Trajedy as people dance the fox trot or was that just my mothers heals tapping across the tile floor trying to box me in or was that lock me out? the world is spinning, but I know my head's on straight and just one more straw (to sip on my self-pity) and then I'm out of here this place, it tires me like a liar that doesn't know when to quit   so I fired it retired it to a