EloquentSkyscrapers

"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here;" There is no place for me inside her house. The sunlight through the window stirs and swells To fill the space with warmth and subtle shade. It compliments her curtains, sweeps her floor, And deigns to touch me not at all, though she Has let me in this place; the sunshine falls Upon her whims, and feels nothing for me. And every chair is turned to meet her gaze, Receiving her when rain pounds at the door; The storms that shake her quickly sink and die As leather folds to hold her trembling weight. And do these rains arise with me?  I know They cannot rise of their own power here, F

Who are you to touch my life, and leave me thinking more than you'd left me? You're not special, my dear. But perhaps you think you are, And perhaps you are, and I am the liar. Perhaps I have been lying all along. When something has been asleep for so long, it's shocked to be awake. But who are you to wake me up? Who are you to create such questions and thoughts that will no doubt consume me, leaving me to be, once again, nothing but a chewed up mess. You are no one. Not yet, anyway. And yet somehow, I have started to fret on what could be going through your mind. Somehow, I fear your judgement. Somehow, I grow wary that I

Chaos. That's all we could hear, brought about so suddenly and so violently the both of us had to gasp. The running we could hear above us was hard and desperate. We could hear screaming, yelling, but worst of all was when we heard one of those screams come to an abrupt stop, and we knew the person had come to a stop, too. "Maria," I whispered, tearing my eyes away from the ceiling that revealed nothing. The girl in question only looked back at me, her wide brown eyes tickled with a fear that I'd never seen. She was trying to work something out, I saw, as her eyes flickered to look at the ceiling. She listened carefully, closing her eyes an

Although isolating, it was not without reason, none of the result were in his agenda or aim, rather to quell his own fears and what he himself disdained. On reflections I feel still, an animosity toward his fleet of censorships, their force and binding, their dividing   the image of his satisfaction, the contradictions he spread upon accusing me of lying. Yet I cannot fault him and though unintended he was protecting my soul for loss and disappointment…                                                    II Whence I came of age and the chains, the reigns were broken I came to understand I desired only because I could not have, my pursu