Ms Lorna Doom

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You can only win when there is a risk of losing

I was losing what I had only just gained. What was a tame Disney bird cradled soft in my hand, was turning into a vicious crow beating its huge wings against my head, attempting to take flight and leave me, scratched and dazed and bleeding in shock.

But I have claws too, I can fight back, I can stand my ground.

And if that big black bird blocks out my sun, knocks me back into the pit

I can climb, I can always come back.

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Stacked

Terrified by yet another tower of books layers of expectation accusing corners hope sandwiched between pages sleep heavy on my forehead

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Emerging from the dark, a playful demon laughs

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Predictive 1

I am a beautiful person. I feel like I have wasted too much time on the phone. I am having a hard time calming myself, very high adrenaline feeling.  I am having a hard time calming myself, very high adrenaline feeling.  I am having a hard time calming myself, very high adrenaline feeling.

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Infallible Mature.

I am not a mind reader,

Apparently you are.

Now I feel like nothing, or worse. If

I am who you say, then 

I deserve this pain.

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Be Fri/St End

Once I was the magnet for male attention, in a barren small town, until

This new girl arrived with her long dark hair, torn jeans, red scarf eyeliner all the way round deep, dark brown eyes

A tough exterior held broken insides

I saw her walking, alone up the steep hill holding a bottle in a brown paper bag

Now she is surrounded people competing for the prize the power of her beauty a danger she can't see We intimidated one another

I came at her sideways

to claim my territory Feeling threatened all confused confidence in black high boots with a sailors mouth

she smoked like James Dean, aloof Quiet and controlled but her laugh could animate us all She never allowed herself to go crazy I always said too much I always came out worse off

A mystery I'm yet to solve

Our guard didn't lower until we got drunk together

and my glass

slid

down the driveway

shattering at the bottom.

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Faulty Wiring

Perhaps

we are nothing more than a machine created as a bizarre and cruel experiment or worse as a sick form of entertainment like those robot battles you see on obscure TV channels late at night in a lonely motel with an untouched bible in your hand and a mind filled with escape plans because your cold hardened heart is no longer receiving updates and the virus has taken over.

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Brown leather bag $5 from a school fair, black knitted hat gifted by a friend, free church fair bedspread and hand made key chain by my sister x

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“The thing is - fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream.”

— William Golding, Lord of the Flies

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I have been having very vivid and often lucid dreams of late...good writing material, rough sleep x

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“- You don’t sleep at night? Since when? - I don’t know—I can’t remember.”

— Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

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(by rob.sese)

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Alan Wake anyone?

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Lithium

Lithium, It dulls your brain You hope it gives Escape from pain But old pain Is replaced with new The pain of having lost What’s you

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Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.

Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography (via the-book-diaries)

<3

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Vincent Van Gogh, Sunflowers Series

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I used to think still life was a dull, flat type of art devoid of emotion and experience. Van Gogh completely demolishes that idea with his passionate and at times disturbing portrayal of such simple subjects as the sunflower. Through colour and texture and light he brings a part of himself to each painting, we see his broken parts, his joys and frustrations. In this sense the flowers are a better window into the artist than a simple portrait. 

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SOMETIMES SHE BURNS ME

Sometimes she is in your face all the blazing color and heat of a faraway star

Sometimes she burns too exuberantly I warn her that she will soon fade as I watch her give all her heat away

Sometimes she is sleeping ash pale and fragile and I dare not disturb her with a breath of gentle encouragement lest her pieces scatter

Sometimes she is slow and black as mud She reaches out like an ancient mammoth in a tar pit I fear she may pull me into that thick suffocation with her

Sometimes she is next to me Pale and childlike needing my ear to steady her

Sometimes months pass of no consequence I do not worry about her

Sometimes I miss being needed and scold myself

Sometimes she speaks in rhyme and song and her jokes go on just a little too long Her eyes are too wide her lipstick too red I fear being swallowed by that smile but she dances just out of reach

Sometimes a shooting star crosses my path and I wish for her eternal sun

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“There is nothing wrong with you that an expensive operation can’t prolong!”

Sometimes it can feel like Psychiatrists are more interested in the sound of their own voice or the thrill of a potential new guinea pig. But then sometimes they save your life. It’s like reaching blind into a bag of snakes, searching for a valium.  

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When the Circus Made You Cry

I threw my knives at you as soon as you walked through the door I had been polishing them all day so absorbed I forgot what they were for

I had a whole day to practice to wage the war within my mind You had no idea what you would come home to find

Now your tears rust my blades my aim was too true No words can fill the wound now it is the door that I exit through