

don’t
don't, don't - whatever you do, just don't
don't scream, don't cry, don't curse
don't even acknowledge this curse
don't, don't - whatever you do, just don't
don't think, don't feel, don't wish
don't you dare dream to wish
don't, don't - whatever you do, just don't
don't mope, don't cope, don't hope
don't keep on clinging to hope
don't, don't - no matter what happens
just don't
between an ocean and a desert
always, why has it always been like this?
stuck between an ocean and a desert
drowning on the one hand
dehydrated on the other
forever, will it be forever like this?
diving in too deep, then running to the other side
the water is just too much to handle
but then the sand stings and clings
the wind whips and howls
taking maniacal pleasure in torture
run, let's run, quickly run
back into the water
Beat, beat, pause
Listen to the caws
Of crows in the garden
But I won't be shooing them
Key, key, listen
The snakes inside are hissing
Lurking in their corners
But I won't be killing them
Play, play, stop
The sirens of a cop
Stops in front of my house
Time for a game called cat-and-mouse
Entry for a Saturday #3
Writing to forget, but the words only remind me
If I don't get them out, they'll be the death of me
Morning, afternoon, evening setting in
I can't say any of them are any good
Because they're void of you
Your voice, your smile, everything about you
I see so many girls falling for the tough boys
Even more are falling for the romantic boys
One coffee, two coffee, three - I'm done
And if I listen to another love song
I swear, I'm going to be incurably sick
I only think about you when these songs come on
I seriously don't know how I'll ever move on
Deep breath, hold it, release dramatically slow
Okay, let's write a little more and try to focus
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
How much do I have to tell you: "He is a no-go"
This is the last entry you'll make today,
Watch a movie, fall in love with the hero
Or, seriously, just read a book
Just because you dreamed about a boy
Doesn't mean you need to keep on dreaming
The impossible never becomes possible for you
I don't say it cause I hate you, but rather cause I love you
Breaking your head and heart over him
Take it from a girl who knows
Love is a terrible, painful road
Entry for a Saturday #2
Woke up too late for a proper breakfast
Turn brunch into an early lunch
In my dreams you took me to lunch as well
I can smell the fresh air, hear the chattering voices of others
Oh, that shock, I was walking among the crowds
Looking for a store, I can't remember it now
Suddenly you stopped me and I froze
Looking into the face I knew so well, without ever seeing it before
Gosh, let's skip a meal, because I don't have an appetite
Haven't had one since last night, still have the headache as well
Love sick, or sick of love, I honestly feel and think too much
And I know dreaming of you both made and ruined my day
Entry for a Saturday #1
One-handed typing, holding my cat
The novel's going slow, there's little to do about that
I just woke up to such a beautiful morning
Dreamed about my one and only
I'm such a sad girl, waiting for him to notice me
One-sided loving, watching from a distance
Waiting for the impossible, but what if there's a chance
I think it's funny how people have decided my forever dream is forbidden
At least for now
As if somehow they can rid me of all the darkness, as if life would get better
It never does
Ain't it funny how the good and the beautiful and the lovers all die
Whether in spirit or soul
At some point all the ugly sucks them off their powers and their beliefs
Or Death just pops in for a visit
Funny, funny - ain't it oh-so-funny - that people know and yet don't
Just a preview
Of everything that I think and feel and believe and dream and wish and detest
Don't we all, though?
I want to write a never-ending poem of beauty and hope and love
The forbidden poem
It won't be in letters, on paper, screen, or even in the air in flashing lights
Just a dream
A story of everlasting safety and happiness - oh, think about it
What if?
A line after line after line of finally having everything I wanted
What if death is finding your dream?
I think if I have a garden, I'd like to pluck out every weed and ugly flower
Leave only beauty behind
Let every single soul remember me for the beauty, or should we set everything on fire
Not a memory left behind
What does it matter, really, what I leave behind - only where I'm going
No?
I think I have a point, but no one agrees, and trust me
I do see their side as well as mine
I can't, I know you call me selfish - I know I am, but hear me out
I'm begging for a chance
Just let me go, set me free, to find a place where I can dance
Staying in the forever dream
the in-between
someone once said the in-between is that state of being awake, but still asleep
he talked about sleep, but i'm going deeper
because i think our lives are the true in-between
we're awake, but asleep, and we know this is a state we shouldn't keep
we don't want to wake up, just yet, we want to fall asleep deeper
no one wants to face the day, the horrors, we're stuck in our minds
live in daydreams, false hopes, old goals
dreaming about a future day, but staying in-between
je ne sais pas - my favourite phrase
모르겠어 - is there even a place
that is not in-between
but free of the nightmare called true life
fraught with tragedies and strife
waiting around every corner
ready to push out all those boulders
to smash and crash our fragile bones
to lash and strike with sticks and stones
in-between, is it what seems?
not the safest place, but the place for me
because the truth frightens me, the future appalls me
i hate what i see, i can't change what i see
if it's the in-between for me, there's nothing else my future can be
do you think i'm a princess
could i be a queen?
i scoffed at the child's dreams
now i sympathize with her screams
who wants to be queen?
she carries the weight of a world
from her bed, all tangled and curled
limbs mimicking a moth's wings furled
don't you love butterflies
catch some with me
i watch the reel in agony
see her walk the same road as me
becoming who she doesn't want to be
where is she who raced after butterflies
who agonized over the simplest goodbyes
who could stand by herself in every fight
which do you think is best:
living or dying - quite frankly i don't see the difference
hey, honey, neither do i - it's true
death is black but living ain't skies of blue
and i seriously haven't got a clue
just curl up and go to bed, that's what i do
you could try it, it might work for you too
but i really don't know what else either of us can do
can't live for dreams, can't live for me
is sleeping all you can think of as a solution for me?
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I finally put a name to it
You are my favourite room
I can roam the entire house
It's become a mansion
But in the end, I'll always return to you
I'll curl up in my favourite chair
I'll stare out the window
Violins will serenade, filling the air
And I'll sit there without a care
Watching the sky go from black to blue
You'll remind me not to demolish
Every other room outside this one
Remind me to keep trying
Buy some paint and decorations
Enough fairy lights to circle the world
Please, wrap my blanket around me
After I fall asleep here
You and I both know I will wake up
Tomorrow to my own room
And try to find my way back to you