Thursday, November 21, 2013

Dandelion

1
The grass is always green in the winter
And you can smell the dandelions
Sprouting from the numbing snow
2
Nimble fingers touch the stem of a dandelion
Placing it behind the ear of a lover
Silently weeping
3
Tiny feet run through the fields
Scuffed up sneakers
Stepping defeatingly on a lone dandelion
4
Black daunting skies, melting onto dandelions
That are budding around gray tombstones
Life growing, where corpses lay
5
Dandelions inbetween the keyboards an old fashioned typewriter
As a drunken artist clumsily construes illogical sentences
6
Frightful voices living inside the walls
Of a house with dandelion floorboards
From a vase assidously broken into tiny glass particles
7
Living outside a windowsill
Next to coffee mug with a cigarette drowning itself
The owner unknown, dying somewhere
8
A girl with tangled brown hair
Pulls at the small petals carefully
He loves her, he loves her not
9
Make a wish
On a dandelion
But it won't come true
10
Swallow a dandelion whole
Allow it to digest
Happiness will warm you
11
The Devil once said
That dandelions don't burn
In the firey pits of hell
12
compressed between the yellowed pages
Of a book with big words
Better than any doggy ear
13
Woven in the wheels
Of your banana boat bike
Taking you places you've never gone before
xxx
Talia

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

16 Candles

I feel like I haven't written a normal blog post in ages. Not like anyone in the world is reading this. The views on my blog correspond to how alone I've been feeling lately. Which is really fucking alone, pardon my French. I feel so broken, and there is no eloquent way I can put this. My words are jumbled, and confusing. My range of vocabulary words are at a  minimum, my bad thoughts taking too much space in my head. I try to write- poems, stories...it's like my heart isn't into it anymore. That breaks me even more.
There are 11 more days until my 16th birthday, and I wish that there wasn't. It's going to be shit, I know it. No dad. No grandma. Who do I even have anymore? In the end there's only me, and I really don't like who I am. So then who's going to be kind to me? I most certainly am not. I've been in so much pain lately, how can I not take that pain and reflect it on my body? I'm fucking sick and twisted, but I am even more sick and twisted for wishing I can cause more pain. It's always in the back of my mind. Deeper
deeper,



deeper, 




deeper...


fuck. 

I fear I have lost it
xxx
Talia

Monday, November 11, 2013

I Don't Need the World

I don't want the stars in the sky
Or the pearls in the ocean
Just give me a clipped flower
From your garden
And I will cry from happiness
xxx
Talia