Modern Day Hippie
Hello blogosphere! Welcome to sarawrites. This is my living and peace blog. Basically it covers anything that touches me or shocks me in terms of peace, living or really anything :) When the power of love over comes the love of power the world will know peace.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Swallowed Whole
I see nothing but black
as my skin begins to digest in the stomach of the whale.
Falling to the pit of his core,
stuck waiting for my inevitable demise.
I’d wait for you to save me
but we both know you’ll just leave me for dead.
My flesh begins to rot as I wait for you,
The hero that will never come.
The shock fades as I realize what is yet to come.
My pas is all I can see, my future has already been foretold.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
wasted webs
Spin
ning
web
s in
vert
ical
colu
mns
can
bea
com
plete
wast
eof p
recio
us ti
me,
espe
cially
whe
n we
have
n’t an
y time
to spe
nd dill
ydally
ing wit
h web
s, but
quite
possi
bly if
we ca
n und
erstan
d the c
once
pt of
time
then
mayb
e we’l
l be ab
le to f
ind so
me to
waste
on
webs.
ning
web
s in
vert
ical
colu
mns
can
bea
com
plete
wast
eof p
recio
us ti
me,
espe
cially
whe
n we
have
n’t an
y time
to spe
nd dill
ydally
ing wit
h web
s, but
quite
possi
bly if
we ca
n und
erstan
d the c
once
pt of
time
then
mayb
e we’l
l be ab
le to f
ind so
me to
waste
on
webs.
love
Heart pounding,
Faint feeling,
Breath choking,
Limbs trembling,
Palms sweating,
Stomach curdling,
Joints cringing,
Knees buckling.
And that’s just at the thought of you.
Faint feeling,
Breath choking,
Limbs trembling,
Palms sweating,
Stomach curdling,
Joints cringing,
Knees buckling.
And that’s just at the thought of you.
Monday, June 7, 2010
sleeping with spiders
I have an uneasiness brewing in my veins that has overwhelmed me with the wickedness of the bleeding progress of our species.
I have a sordid inclination that leads me toward believing that if I sleep with my eyes closed that spiders will crawl inside me and gnaw at my organs from the inside out.
I have an irrational fear that if I tried to tell you how lovely you are that you’d laugh heartily in my face only before taking another shot of Jack.
I have a hunch that you are never coming back to this town, to this bed, to this love. And that’s okay because I’m better off sleeping with spiders.
I have a sordid inclination that leads me toward believing that if I sleep with my eyes closed that spiders will crawl inside me and gnaw at my organs from the inside out.
I have an irrational fear that if I tried to tell you how lovely you are that you’d laugh heartily in my face only before taking another shot of Jack.
I have a hunch that you are never coming back to this town, to this bed, to this love. And that’s okay because I’m better off sleeping with spiders.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
this is goodbye
I watch,
helpless,
as the beast tears
your flesh from the bone.
While the blood gushes
from your countless wounds,
I scream in silence
as you’re being eaten alive.
A mix of blood and saliva
drips off the teeth of the beast,
into your eyes,
blinding you.
Snarling and shredding of skin,
The beast has taken you over;
there is no return, for it has begun
to claw at your heart and brain.
All I can do is watch,
as the beast is set to devour you;
you could get away,
if only you’d try.
But no, you’re not a victim,
you're quite content with being eaten alive.
I’ll leave you now, just like she’ll leave your rotting carcass
when she’s done sucking you dry.
helpless,
as the beast tears
your flesh from the bone.
While the blood gushes
from your countless wounds,
I scream in silence
as you’re being eaten alive.
A mix of blood and saliva
drips off the teeth of the beast,
into your eyes,
blinding you.
Snarling and shredding of skin,
The beast has taken you over;
there is no return, for it has begun
to claw at your heart and brain.
All I can do is watch,
as the beast is set to devour you;
you could get away,
if only you’d try.
But no, you’re not a victim,
you're quite content with being eaten alive.
I’ll leave you now, just like she’ll leave your rotting carcass
when she’s done sucking you dry.
Friday, May 21, 2010
in an instant
Sweetness seeps from your pores.
I soak you up, a setting sun.
Your bronzed skin crawls over my pale limbs.
Come to me, you say, with sweet, whiskey breath.
You let me fall into your chest.
I can hear your heart beating,
Thuh-thump, thuh-thump.
I could get lost in your reverie.
Leave me here with you, now.
Let this moment last a little longer,
If only it be for an instant.
Find me holding on,
Cherishing it to the last nano-second
of time only to find that I am still here
just holding on.
Wrap your arms around my tattooed frame.
Run your fingers through my hair,
As I smile into your loving eyes,
This will only last a minute.
I soak you up, a setting sun.
Your bronzed skin crawls over my pale limbs.
Come to me, you say, with sweet, whiskey breath.
You let me fall into your chest.
I can hear your heart beating,
Thuh-thump, thuh-thump.
I could get lost in your reverie.
Leave me here with you, now.
Let this moment last a little longer,
If only it be for an instant.
Find me holding on,
Cherishing it to the last nano-second
of time only to find that I am still here
just holding on.
Wrap your arms around my tattooed frame.
Run your fingers through my hair,
As I smile into your loving eyes,
This will only last a minute.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
please, don't wake me
I’m glad I’m a dreamer:
one last chance to see you again.
Right in front of me, tall and thin,
smiling in my direction.
Grab hold of my hand, tight;
twirl me around in the glowing air.
I open my eyes to the sunrise,
a beautiful sight, I’m sure,
but nothing compared to your eyes,
to your touch, your love.
Pieces of me floating through space;
I make it through the day
to get to the night,
one last time with you.
I’m glad I’m a dreamer:
I get to hear your voice.
You talk to me, you love with me.
Nights are cold,
when you’re lonely and forgotten.
Lost in a world of subconscious,
please, don’t wake me.
one last chance to see you again.
Right in front of me, tall and thin,
smiling in my direction.
Grab hold of my hand, tight;
twirl me around in the glowing air.
I open my eyes to the sunrise,
a beautiful sight, I’m sure,
but nothing compared to your eyes,
to your touch, your love.
Pieces of me floating through space;
I make it through the day
to get to the night,
one last time with you.
I’m glad I’m a dreamer:
I get to hear your voice.
You talk to me, you love with me.
Nights are cold,
when you’re lonely and forgotten.
Lost in a world of subconscious,
please, don’t wake me.
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