She fell at the gate, her name rusted over above the words ‘angels once stood proud here.’ Somewhere between the farewell handshake, and the tracks where a bookie accepted her halo as a down payment, she more than just her grace.
I stood and watched you for a long time. You breathed so deeply, heavy in your sleep. A strand of hair rested on your eyelashes, and I thought to move it, but thought I may wake you. I didn’t want that. Not today. Not now. I hunted through the kitchen drawers for a marker. Silently, … More Final Branding
It is more convoluted, than just a throbbing demand for blood. It is more labyrinthine than simply knowing that I will stand, bloody faced and victorious, heart pounding against my rib cage. A reminder that the trophy blood that drips from my hands, is not mine. It belongs to one of the demons that has … More Chasing Demons
There are moments, when I am doing nothing of any importance, or I am engaged in a conversation, or even when I am mad busy with work… and I am forced to pause because a collection of thoughts and realizations hit me. The equivalent of a 12 car pile up on the fast lane on … More 12 Car Pile Up of the Brain
There are days, like today – where I run through that phrase ‘People who are really crazy don’t know they are crazy’ in my mind, and I think of all the times I have been called mad, or that I have wondered if I am. It is a serious ‘point’ of thought for me because … More Crazy Talk
Over the last few years I have had a repeated thought. A question actually, that gathers dust most days, but on some days, it rattles the bars of my otherwise solid facade of … whatever face it is I think I have built for the pleasure of the masses. Is everything a game? There is … More I Am A Fraud. What Do You See?
Apply pressure to the wound Circle the drain Forgive those beside you They know not who they maim.. Or they do. They picked you. Demons that crawl upside down Twist their necks to look down At the artwork they have created in your paper mache heart. You can scratch, with no relief at the lack … More Prayer for the Restless
Winter fell and the stars dripped sorrow onto the roofs of the buildings below, in a language that only the cracks in the earth could understand. Snowflakes, the perfect tears. Pure and innocent, in the blind interpretation of children. Whispered wishes uttered by the mouth of a little green eyed girl in a dress that … More Bear Wishes
Follow on from: https://amalijaamalie.wordpress.com/2015/01/31/the-silver-lining/ Each face, and each person – regardless of their histories, was a gem to me. Someone to love and give dignity and peace to. THAT, I never would have had, unless I was stuck in a foreign country because of marrying a fucktard. So what I would like to try and … More The Silver Lining