[ginyoll]

i can see the glass of wine on the table

it's calling my name, and you're begging me to take it, to drink it and drown myself in sorrow, guilty and self-loathing

i grab the glass ready to drink it,

but then something catches my attention. the reflection on the glass

i look and see a girl who looks perfectly fine, happy even, but when you look for the details you realise she's broken

lost and in pain

screaming for help but no one, nothing, is there

nothing but this glass of wine

just one sip

and all the pain would go away

one sip

and she could scape it all,

but what's the point? none of it would be real

so i grab the glass and break it

i take a step back and walk away. i'm done destroying myself.

[ginyoll]

Afterlife

one day our hearts will stop beating, our eyes will close, and the darkness will emerge and embraces us

that is inevitable

but what will happen after that?

life after death

does such a thing exist?

or do we just cease to exist?

just stop breathing, dreaming, hoping and being

does it all just stop?

no, no, i do not believe that

i do not believe it all stops

whatever power created all the billions of souls in this galaxy, must have a plan for us

there has to be some form of justice

[ginyoll]

You're like the sunset

you're unpredictable

you don't abide by rules

it's remarkable really

sometimes you're like the sunset

you're here and you're beautiful, alive and breathtaking

you're full of colour

i feel like i have a flower growing inside of me when i'm with you

i want to drown myself in your beauty and never let go

but sometimes you're like the cloudly sky

grey, depressing and cold

i fear if i approach you I'll freeze

i'm too scared to touch you

the petals are falling and the flower is dying

what is the real you? are you a rose or a poison ivy?

but then i realise your complex

both the good and the bad are you

you're secure

your flaws and your strengths go hand in hand

you're not cold,

you're weak and scared

and heartbroken

you're human

[ausloeserin]

purple moonrise (by ausloeserin)

[ginyoll]

My love

love, love, love, love

you hear that word everywhere

musicians exhaust the word, filmmakers portray it like their life depends on it and poets write about it

but what is it?

love

is it being selfless? being kind? honest?

how can such a small word carry the weight of the universe and what, essentially, the universe is

hope

[ginyoll]

i am here. this is me.

it may not be like i envisioned it in my daydream,

when you look closer

there's rubbish on the floor,

the metal's wearing off

the people are too loud, perhaps too flawed

and sometimes everything seems to go wrong

but it is beautiful all the same,

life cannot be perfect, but sometimes, just sometimes,

there's moments that are perfect

and those moments make it worth it

they are real

this is real

[ginyoll]

Love

it was like a blanket

made of peace, comfort and love

she wore it like an armor

she looked at the up the sky

a dove

she exhaled

it was so high

she wasn't alone

[ginyoll]

My scars

we all have scars

they're invisible

so faint you can't see them

not unless you really look

they never go away

and as time goes on we just accumulate more

we all have scars

they're vicible

they affect the way we behave,

think,

they make us us,

our personality,

whether we're kind and sensitive

or the exact opposite

we all have scars

they show our story

they make us us

they mean we are fighters

we all have scars

we choose what we do with them

[ginyoll]

Bad dreams

you came into my room

then you left taking my innocence and childhood with you

my world was shuttered,

my trust and confidence chased away, never to bee seen again

i want to scream,

to shout,

to chase the bad dreams away

i want it all to stop. the pain, the insecurities, the anger

i want it to stop

[ginyoll]

Choice

it was used

most had a choice

but it didn't

it was used without it's permission

it has a choice now

but its stuck in a labrinth

surrounder by monster

unsure of what to do

[ginyoll]

Time

the sun had already gone to sleep and the sky was painted dark

cars drove past,

and the world kept moving

but she stood still

unable, incapable, of moving

[ginyoll]

Comfort zone

fear

she was consumed by it

from dusk to dawn

fear

it came at night

when everyone else was asleep

fear

took all her dreams

everything she was

fear

every night

it whispered in her ear

fear

but one day she opened her eyes

she did not encounter fear

but hope

[ginyoll]

Imperfections

she looked at the painting

she could see it all

all the little imperfections

the way the nose was slightly too big

the way the shoulders were too broad, too masculine

how the hair was too fine

and the skin was covered in acne

it made her wonder, could they see it too?

[ginyoll]

Pain sucks

it was then that she knew

she knew what she had to do

the pain was like energy

couldn't be destroyed

it was recycled

over and over and over again

from one person to the other

over and over and over again

rise and repeat

but she was determined

determined

she was determined

[ginyoll]

Brown eyes

his eyes were brown

warm like hot chocolate

not blue like the ocean

the weren't remarkable

or adventurous

not blue

but brown

like warmth

like autumn

like home,

familiar,

steady

and at that moment she decided brown was her favourite colour