Submissions by indecisivelife

Dark coarse threads fall softly from a black curtain;
Slowly the fabric loosens and drifts through a windless air to lie upon the oaken floor.
The only light that illuminates the room emanates from a stained crème taper which sits solitary upon a study;
The smoke wafts gently upwards staining the ceiling with its expulsion.
Delicately a gentle scent can be observed surrounding the area reminiscent of scotch/whisky.
Next to the table an ornate fainting couch lays quietly ever longing for a corseted companion;
The edges tattered from years of neglect while its cushioned...

Fear overtakes my heart, pain seizes it solid and I turn to stone.
the cells harden as it encompasses
slowly bit by bit I see where once life was, stillness and inorganic structures form.
My heart has finished beating
the rest slowly succumbs, where fear was, acceptance is created.
my eyes harden like solid pebbles no longer subject to a world not mine,
the tongue and mouth fall to rest
I can not speak
My brain finishes the job and congeals into granitic clusters.
Finally peace is mine!

My black soul hurts with no light;
a solid bell hangs from the top of my heart. No noise.
I spread my soul on paper spread it thin and wide covering the sheet, no light shows, black covers the page.
I hurt without noise suffering silently for just now. I hope something will come in, a spec or grain of light; I know I do not want too much just a bit to feel some hope.

Saddness sits softly within me, like a cross legged fat man sitting beneath my stomach.
My heart falls slowly forward out of my chest with a sense of dull loss.
My arms tingle from a thousand pushups I never had time for.
I live alone in this place with no one able to hear my vain quiet attempts to convey; my loss, my sadness, my regret.
A painted smile covers my face threatening all those I see.
I pray again quietly that they may catch a glimpse of my pain but they do not.
They just see my clay exterior formed from years of social molding.
They live within...