SilkStitcheSxX

Such is the world we live in that we are led to believe: we cannot be rebellious yet peaceful. Defiant yet neutral. Liberal yet accepting. Spiritual yet religious. But I beg to differ. I will not have my faith, beliefs, hopes and fears bound by human perception, nor willfully submit to painting within the lines of my life. The image I portray will be vibrant with life, and unappealing to many eyes. But none are forced to stay as none will. The only constant will be my own gaze upon my panels. And when life and the world has dimmed my sight, heart and mind. The canvas lined walls of my life will provide an entertaining view of everything my so

She woke inside the confines of her own dreams, finding reality within the mismatched seams that stitched this world together. She walked along the broken paths her subconscious mind had created and in every crack found memories she wished forgotten.  She stood staring at her feet, seeing for a strained moment a slither of a recollection. I watch her stand lost in that moment.  Minutes before her 7th birthday, this is her chance, her chance to be free. The clock ticks on, it chimes a heavy funeral march as she steps forward only to fall between the cracks. She slips through the years of her life, unable to grasp any of what her heart desires.

The roses in your mind. . . they wither and die. Blossoms fall from a bloodthirsty sky. Vines will twine around a blackened heart... and petals blew away at the very start Everything y0u touch turns to stone, cold and hard. . .leaving you alone. Nature has its way of revealing the torn, Often we dont listen and are left forlorn. Daisies dance in a suicidal ways, to the sick song you soul plays . Lavender grows grey at the sight of your mind, and cherry blossoms shrivel at the mention of your kind. You scream into blacked forests, and find yourself lost in harsh mists. I warned you dear, You'll be consumed by all your fear. Its