Gravedigger

The Gravedigger came calling, he found me one night.
He said “Girl what are you doing, out at this time?”
“I am looking for my soul. I lost long ago. I thought I might find It… in the valley down below.”

~ It’s been blown far away, twisted and bent, thrown down a hole and lost to the wind.
~ It’s been traded for pennies, bought on a whim, carried on horseback and given as a gift.
~ It’s been thrown into prison, called a liar and a thief.
~ It’s been taken cross countries, it’s found no relief.
~ It’s been rejected, denied, betrayed and damaged.
…I’m afraid I don’t know, if much is left to carry.

The Gravedigger ask me, “Why do you want such a wretched soul? If you want I’ll take, don’t worry, I know just where it goes.”
I said, “Not tonight, no, I’m not ready to be buried. I think I’ll stay a little longer, mend some pieces, try and put things back together. See it may be ugly, bruised, worn down and damaged… But to me it’s the last thing I have to hold on to and cherish.”

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TASTELESS

I’m twisted.

I’m wasted.

I hate myself,

I taste it.

 

I’m tilted.

I’m faded.

My insides hurt,

I’m caving.

 

I wished it.

I made it.

It happened…

Like barbed-wire.

Like razors.

 

I cashed out.

I waited.

I was forgotten…

I became water.

I became tasteless.

 

Author: Jules B.🥀 Copyright 2017

Sadness

Sadness is vast, lost,
empty space.
Hot coals burn your soul,
….ice washes it away.

It leaves you feeling lonely, confused,
dark in a cave.
Light is consumed,
….day after day.

Like drowning in a pool,
filled with ghost.
Like breathing in darkness,
that swallows you whole.

A patchwork quilt,
all sliced & diced.
That’s put back together,
but never fits right.

Lost moments,
deep in your mind.
Filling up space,
leaving you blind.

A hollow beast,
that will eat you alive.
Down in a grave,
buried alive.

Jules B.🥀

Realization

Time has caught up with me, laughing in my face. All the quotes of “never” and “always” paving my way to the future, have now elapsed into the past. The Truth has a way of lying to you. Only revealing pieces of itself, so you feel betrayed, in the end.
Time laughs, while it waits on Truth to slap you in the face. When it does, the day is late…and your chance has passed.

Pipe dreams and missed chances. That is all we have left in the end. Realizations of lost Time. Moments frozen in deceitful Truths. We all have these pauses in life… The time you realize, “You act just like your mom or dad”. Your face when you understand, “life is short” and “It goes by to fast”. The moment in your adult life when you comprehend what everyone meant, “Enjoy your youth”.
But it’s to late. It’s always to late, when the Truth is revealed.

Think how different we would be if understanding came instantly? All the choices we’ve made would expand into endless possibilities. Only if realization was granted in moments of Truth.
~Time would stand still.
~Souls would be set free.

Author; Jules B.🥀

Betrayal 

That feeling… 

Haunts us in our memories.

It chase us in our dreams.

It’s everywhere around us.

Like a loaded weapon, 

….It fires.

We scream.

We fight within the shadows,

We argue, long into the night.

Our thoughts are filled with terror.

Their Intentions move, 

Like they’re alive.

We are chasing down a Monster.

Created out of greed.

Bred out of hatred.

Jealousy, it’s seed.

Bitterness was how it ended.

Nothingness was all it left.

We slowly turned into ashes,

Eating nothing but regret.

Like a beast, within a beast.

Death disguised as desire,

A whole lot of lies,

Wrapped up in barbed wire.

They set a trap with honey, 

We walked right around.

But They’ve come back,  

   ….To claim their broken crown.

Author; Jules B. 🖤🥀

Rage

I want to feel my bones burn.
I want to cry out in blood.
I want my insides to burst.
I want to drown in mud.

I want the hurt to fade
….but it never will.
I want my soul to cry tears,
So my heart never will.

I want to
Crush
Break
Hate
Burn,

Myself forever,
In a casket or an urn.

If I close my eyes,
And it all goes away…
I will still watch,
My ashes burn one day.

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Author: Jules B.🥀

The Goldfish

I was standing in the rain.

I saw Evil lurking there.

Standing in the shadows,

Careful,

…Beware.

 

Funny was its keeper,

Ribbons in his hair.

Laughter its tricky medicine.

Poision,

…Beware.

 

With an appetite for desire,

Decay was all he wreaked.

“Come to me all ye weary, helpless

…those in need.”

 

“I offer sweet candies,

…Oh I’m sorry, soured meat.”

“Those things will rot your teeth out!

…Be quite, while I sing.”

 

Twinkling Eyes & Fish scales,

Down by the dock,

…You best beware!

 

Golden Koi turn into Sharks Teeth,

Crunching bones

…Beware!

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