Running Away From Your Own Mind

Her wet hair stuck to her face as she stood up from the ice cold puddle she let herself fall into.
Her mental clock bet it was around midnight.
Her thoughts get lost upon the trees above her.
She lost them a long time ago.
She keeps walking to forget.
Forget the past.
Forget her feelings.
Mostly, to forget faces.
Her mind pondered every single minute of them. They was a disease in her brain she couldn't get out.
The doctors told her mother they were not real. That her imagination  was strong.
But what is imagination when you can feel the skin, the breath of the person? When you can hear their voice in your mind? When you can see them?
No one knew this wasn't just her imagination.
No one knew about them but her.
She knew they were all hers to know.
Her hands go to her petticoat button. Before she knows what she's doing, her petticoat falls to the ground.
Her feet kick into the material as it flies into the puddle. Her hands clasp around herself as she sits in the snow.
"Why are you not here?" She whispers to herself as tears fall down her cheeks. The image of smiles and people that claim to have never existed come to her mind and she lets out a ear piercing scream with anger.
She never looked back at them again.
She never told how she felt.
So it consumed her whole until she went

insane.

This Is A Cry For Help (Poetry Corner)

   

this is a cry for help.

the screaming in my mind

is at it again with the nonsense 

of breaking pens and words into simple letters. 

this is a scream for my dreams to change. 

the captain of my dreams decided 

it was time for me 

to launch myself 

into the sea of tragedy. 

tragedy in the way the walls block

me from communicating

with the fear of disappointing. 

please unlock the prison cell that 

my mind is stuck in.

my lungs launched at oxygen as I felt

holes being poked into the walls.

maybe I will be saved after all.

My Poetry Corner #1 + Daily Writing Challenge

Hey lovelies, 

I have challenged myself to write on a daily basis over anything that comes to my mind. It is November 1st which seems like a good day to start. I am doing my writing by actual paper because it is a vulnerable feeling being able to do that. 

Also, I thought I would change it up a bit and share some of my own poetry for you today. I hope you like it. 

may your heart

be forever protected

by the angels and their songs of praise

for your deeds as a human being.

if the trolls and demons and acts of

others come barging in,

cover your ears and close your eyes.

if waterfalls escape down your cheeks, 

it will help flowers grow in your garden at your feet.

if it's too cold enough to numb

your heart and hands,

may warmth come through

at the end for you,

my friend. 

your breath is caught in your throat

as you tremble down to the ground 

and no one is around. 

wrap your arms around the figure 

of your own self and your

eyes may shut with darkness to

escape to your happy place.

remember everything is temporary 

and you can make it through.  

- z.h

Love always,

Zayniator

Listening to: These Times by SafetySuit