Hands upon icy faces,
Chills throughout our spines.
I kept to myself and thought about –
the weakness throughout my mind.

Days are to become drizzled,
And my head shall become empty.
Like a fire lit without a match,
Or something that will never come back.

Stepping on stones,
As my world seems to crumble,
Have we done everything possible?
I wish I could take back what I said,
For maybe this wouldn’t –
be so dead.

My senses are withered,
And my soul is ice,
Please help me,
I am lost in life.

NEW.

As midnight runs across the sky,
Like fire burning throughout the night.
The next day is over,
And I awaken without a fright.

The wind has chosen its direction,
And your eyes have settled on me.
We look back and forth at each other,
But I still cannot see.

WORLD.

I really don’t understand what life is all about. Are we put here, on earth, to recreate and continue to generate new life? But if we are supposed to continue to produce, even though this world seems to be fucked up as it is, is it a safe idea? Or should we just make do with what we have, and try to fix the world?

As I grow older, I have thought about having children… But then I think, hang on, do I really want to put a child of my own, if he or she is going to go through, what I have been through? It feels like there is a massive ditch/slump/black hole growing up between the ages of 13 – 17 years of age. I, as a sixteen year old, living in a great country, still cannot seem to grasp the point of living nor do I know how to continuously stay happy. And yes, you may be thinking ‘Okay, um, this girl is only 16 years old, nearly 17, how does she know about life?’.

Well I don’t know too much about life, but the amount of things that I do know, aren’t great nor positive. Now, I could be having this completely negative view because of the things that are going on in my life right now, but why shouldn’t I be allowed to have an opinion? Isn’t life about staying happy and fulfilling every dream and thought you possibly can?

Uh, sorry, but I am yet to find that “fulfilling feeling” through my 17 years of hopeless life.

YESTERDAY.

POETRY #3.

To wait for the sound of your voice in my ear,
The wind flowing through my hair.
A dream that may once be accomplished,
To not think, to not wish, nor care.

Of all the things I could ever imagine,
You were never one of them.
For I am nothing but unpleasant,
Transparent, like a dreary gem.

FILM.

CAULIFLOWER.