Control

Instead of spitting

Your uneducated venom,

Open your mind

And absorb the facts.

Use your eyes to focus

On what lies beneath.

Shield your soul,

From the toxic waste

Spilling from their every pore.

Be wise,

Be strong, 

And 

Be in control of you.

© Ro

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The True Colour of Darkness

What do you do when all is lost?

The swirling vortex,

A blur in the mind.

Flashing images,

Random words.

Memories repeating,

Consequences catastrophic.

When will it all end?

Wanting a break,

Freedom from the mind,

A sharp gash.

Untied from the chains,

From the excessive emotions.

The faking can commence,

Fooling everyone.

Happy animated expression,

With the true colour of darkness,

Burning inside,

Waiting to escape.

© Ro

Webs Woven

Whispering splintered tongue,

Shattering silence and peace.

Water flows to the rim,

Strength and force holds its place.

Another bittered whisper

And the water overflows,

Down the newly formed stream.

Free to fall,

To land with grace.

Free to leave a mark

And it’s presence known. 

Free to be

And not changed,

Molded into something new,

Something useful,

Helpful,

Anything but the starting piece.

Laid to rest where it wishes

And nothing said,

No moving spies.

Webs woven,

They never end.

What was the beginning?

What will be the end?

© Ro

Language Unknown 

Drifting through the waves,

The sky moving above me,

Trees whispering to one another.

I rock gently as I arrive ashore,

Dry mouthed,

Blistered lips,

Cracked skin.

I fade to white,

Soothed by the water.

My ears prick up,

My flesh is covered in clouds,

Floating towards the warmth.

Gravity lays me down.

Heavy pile of rocks,

My body solidifies.

Wetness around my mouth,

My tounge soaks it up.

Language unknown comforts my soul.

Peace descends upon me and again,

I am drifting through the waves.

© Ro

One Wrong Move

The feeling of being restrained, bound with the uniform, unable to speak.
The getaway, the fear and the running all a blur in my mind now. The horror of telling the truth to the ones that love you the most. They see a part of your innocence die. You see a part of their soul destroyed. The sour words spoken and the gloating of truth and lies. Nothing is done and I loose faith in those I trusted to keep to keep me safe. Wherever I went, the sinister smile stalked me like my shadow. Faltering at night, when darkness allows the monsters to seep from my mind. Eyes still sore, expected to see when the light rises. Fear of nightmares repeating the scene. I am frozen in time but years still fly by.

© Ro