Jane Eyre

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I feel my words coming to an end

My feelings have slowly bled draining all emotion from my frail body

There’s a chill spreading from my fingers zeroing in on my pounding chest

A numbness taking siege marching through my veins

My face is wet but how can there be more tears to spill?

Where would they come from in this empty void?

There’s a sharp shrill ringing in the air filling my ears

Bouncing across my brain and shutting down these thoughts

This door I am stricken against will be my tomb

No movement can be achieved from these blistered soles

No hope can be gained from my slowing heart

I open my mouth but I can only moan

Slipping to the floor my body is shutting down

My eyes glaze over and the world becomes dark

There are no words.

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We'll See

I don't know where to go poetry wise. I mean, I guess it has to be a comon feeling for people who write, they call it mind block. But the worst thing for me is, I know exactly what I want to write about. There's so much crammed into my head that I feel like I might just explode at any moment. Surely now I should be at my most creative? right now while I'm so vulnerable?
I want someone to listen to me, not see right thought me. I want someone here who really really gives a shit. It stings when you've been friends with someone so long that when your words bounce off their skull you're not suprised but there's no one else out there you want to tell. For what its worth I know people try. But what is it worth? really? I feel like I'm losing them, slowly, gradually. We'll see.

This is Enough

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Insecurity fills my eyes

my tears coat the floor

you couldnt meet my eye

I was falling away

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I packed up my bags

I left a mess

you never called me

You left regret

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We never spoke

words wouldn't work

feeling so numb

but nothing remained

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Maybe I'll forget

maybe you'll regret

maybe we'll return

Maybe baby this is enough

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Become

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Now held and wanted

These warm arms entice

Feeling the heart beat

Breathing the same air

Love and trust begins me

Comfort and safety shields

friendship pure and strong

sisterly affection is what i show you

and family we've long become

Desire and passion hidden

thoughts and dreams gone loose

love becomes a shadow

The cloak becomes a noose

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Somewhere between Monday and Tuesday

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Stretched and worn the day closes

Warm desires for rest wash over

Picturing closing my eyes and sleep

Only dreaming can find peace

Your face undoes the desire

Your words spark a familiar flare

Soothing, comforting conversation

My heart beats steady

My soul settles down

Passion hits the throat and we speak

Agreement and understanding floods through

Gently home sets down around us

Work forgotten and fears put aside

We are warm in our words

Friendly our hearts desire

I can rest

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