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I love this Idea number4 ss10 Raisa

14 Dec

Light line

I’m holding
Up my right arm
Looking
for
The life
line
Squashed against the
Bollards
Of my
mind
In this cold climitised
Life…
Holding up my right arm
With hands
and fingers stretched
Over and out
As though trying
to
Hold hands with the moon
Will save me.
Or save us…
It’s 4 am and the streets
are lonly
Just like the single beat of
My heart missing the beat of another’s
Heart.
Pulsating calmly,gently
Why does it feel
More safer
At this time of night/morning?
Where most uneducated
Street wize persons
would be
Freaking out
dodging there own
Reflective shadows
Jumping at the own
sound of their breathing.
I
just strive by
like
the night belongs to
Me..
Streetwise
Is what it feels like
Allyways become storey tales
Doorways become beds…
Anxiety becomes a mouse.
Whilst I’m sensitive to sound
My pupils like huge binoculars
Adrenaline gets a journey beside me.
My energy is abundant to the
Spacious energy.
No one but me
Walking on the streets
But the creatures of the
Night
Nocturnal
Like me
I guess we both share something
Special.
This is talking about homelessness. How being or imaging how someone who feels safer on there own. Knowing that it’s not normal to society but it’s become normal to them. They may not be completely homeless as in sleeping on the streets full time but it’s more of a lifestyle for them. They find likeness and light in there own company. And comfort at night time. I am inlove with this one
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hungry conciousness

3 Dec

I look around Me

Its getting dark

I see more shadows

Overstating me

My face feels frozen

I can barely smile

My eyelids get heavier

As they force themselves to open wide.

Yesterday was like a nightmare

Can’t belive the reality in life itself

So I thought that

I

Could

Stay

Sleeping for

Longer

But I can’t

Hunger

Won’t let me be

These streets can’t hold me

My feet keep

Failing Me

Like

The ones who

Said they loved me.

My stomach feels non

Existent

Like it’s ready to disown itself from my body

Spill intestines out

Leak liquids….

Driping drip

Like acid rain..

Drowning every limb

Of mine

So they won’t

Look bad.

I wont let

Them enter

My nightmares

I’ll take them with

Me.

Nah

I

Really need to wake

Up

It really happened

It’s not funny

I’m not laughing

Who thinks this is

A

Joke

god!

Have mercy on

Me

I tried my best to

Do things right…

I tried soo hard

Okay I don’t go church

But I’m much cleaner than

Those that do

Is this hell?

I’m Frightened

Can i ask you one question?

Why me?