Simply Just Words

Write without fear

[thought-kn0x]

Nothing like it

Handed the freedom of disturbance, the absence of mental stress fed me with consolation. The chaos diminished and a hush descended over.

There’s Nothing like peace.

~ Canada lilly Knox

[thought-kn0x]

Nothing like it

Handed the freedom of disturbance, the absence of mental stress fed me with consolation. The chaos diminished and a hush descended over.

There’s Nothing like peace.

~ Canada lilly Knox

[in-my-thinking]

“a life story poem using only the suffix “tion” to rhyme”

initial sights perception brought definite attraction there were complications but also determination and after some hesitation things became romanticisation then just mere affection became life time dedication after marriage vows affirmation came blessed copulation and we achieved multiplication from then on total dedication to motherly devotion and fatherly education had trials and tribulations and family complications but with determination saw off assassinations traveled to many destinations happy family vacations many many celebrations but life didn’t give just simplification instead threw in many manifestations careers false accusations and deaths that brought cremations leading to utter devastation truly testing our dedication to our oaths affirmations but there’ll be no capitulation true love our salvation and what ever complication will come in future occasions they only really give affirmation to our life long loving relations …………….. @which-craft-me

[thought-kn0x]

Enough

From deep conversations to never ending flirtation.

Intense motivation cascading in spite of our own salvation.

Drowning in secret temptation living in constant captivation fearing desolation, in nothing but desperation to avoid forever lasting separation from those who we love but will that ever be enough.

~Canada lilly Knox

[thought-kn0x]

Bitter satisfaction

Sat in the partial absence of light,It was just me an four walls, four lustreless walls that accompanied me at my every move as if I was a convict who would devote many years of my life in prison.

Within those four walls,four featureless walls was a window, a secluded window on a glum looking wall that was near enough deteriorating by the minute,a window that was almost as incapacitated as me at this point.

sat in the corner of the room I began observing the window as the decrepit cloth waver hastily,as the numbing air oozed in through the cranny of the window, I unexpectedly became captivated by the sound of complete tranquility, almost as if the whole world had vanished without a trace.

I continued to walk over to the window and pulled the cloth to where I was greeted by gleaming shades of white obstructing my vision with its patent elegance as the nanoscopic droplets of pureness kissed the ground creating a boundless blanket of snow.

I edged my way outside, stood in the open while the raw wind clutched hold of me and squeezed me, in a way that was warming in away that made me embrace the complete magnificence of winter.

~ Canada lilly Knox

[thought-kn0x]

Underneath

My mind becomes a dangerous pit of irrational thoughts, hijacked by the shape shifter itself… depression. If only humans free of this brutal lingering fear could see what I see, feel what I feel, then maybe id be considered normal and not just “that girl” … that girl who has no friends to express herself to, that girl who’s only fear in life is being faced with the arrogance of those who thrive off lowering another’s selfasteam and making them more vulnerable than before.

Even if we discuss the malicious thoughts or even what we feel, hear and see, we are chocked by anxiety, desperately trying to hush us, as if depression were a monster, we are forever isolated and pushed aside to silently suffer. When my weary eyes rest I am mentally scared, emotionally abused by my own sickened mind. The second my eyes sleep, my nightmares become reality, even now I fear my dreams as they come as nightmares in disguise. And my life is made worse by a man forever intoxicated; his dirty muffled hair, wearing the same torn clothes as the day before and his breath releasing a strong stench of vodka, and gnarled teeth stain yellow from the vile habits.

I’m forever distanced from the outside world, left with my thoughts; who I may as well class as my friends as my thoughts never leave me, like ravenous vulchers they feed off my dismalness. Some days my issues are as small as a fly in the palm of a bear’s hand, other days it is the bear, these are the dreaded days, the days I wish I could escape from but no matter how hard I try, it’s still there hovering over me, like my shadow. I am held hostage, unseemingly paralysed by anxiety, blackmailed by the invisible presence of depression, however to me it’s not invisible, it’s there, I can see it.

~ Canada lilly Knox

[thought-kn0x]

Sentimental moments

His soothing hands ran delicately across my pallid cheeks, a lip like persuasion Calling on us to kiss drew him closer as his intimacy cascaded through me. His elegant brows that rest upon his Affectionate green eyes,as they met mine we stopped for a moment to observe each other’s pure elegance. I became engrossed in his words his avalanche of compliments that satisfied my confidence ever so slightly.

We perched upon a ridge dining in the beautiful city of Marseille accompanied by the sound of a dozen people blathering, sat face to face watching the fleck of fire dance elegantly around the glass on its waxy stage, as it swayed softly its silhouette splurged onto the wall painting a montage of images, to were it soon became nothing but a crumb of dying life spitting its last flares of light, before the night approached the end.

~ Canada lilly Knox

[thought-kn0x]

Our Pretty little minds

It is a cage filled to capacity with a deluge of conceptualisation,Hand in had with unwelcome thoughts waiting to savagely sabotage those who’s minds are guiltless, oblivious,to juvenile to grasp why these intrusive perceptions are barricading our jubilation,holding the happiness we have hostage.our adolescent minds are to vulnerable we are forcefully brainwashed without even realising it until it’s to late and we’re submerged in a vortex of materialism.

~ Canada Lilly Knox