Archive for October, 2015

Lithium Girl (fictional account)

Sunday, October 25th, 2015

She is one of the beautifully broken girls, the ones with the pretty eyes and soft touch and a howling heart. With star-shards embedded in their bones. And hidden scars underneath black garments.
She is a girl with a pale face. Her heart is beating fast. Faster than it should. She flutters her eyelids and tears escape, falling, like rain, upon the dirty streets.
Last night she stole the moon and inked it on her skin. Now she’s bleeding silver, from a broken ribcage. Because the boy she loves so much, the ghost-boy with the pretty smile, is miles away, even when standing next to her. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t always speak loudly or because her eyes empty-out completely sometimes.
Maybe it’s because, unlike the stories, it’s the doctors who give you the poison and you take it voluntarily and no one can break the spell. No prince nor princess can save her from her curse.
Maybe girls like her are only meant to drift between dreams and don’t really belong here. Maybe they are meant to live as poems. Or maybe, just maybe, they are the ones that make the world more beautiful, more colourful and alive. Just maybe…

unreciprocated (XML poem)

Friday, October 16th, 2015

<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<poem title="unreciprocated" type="fragments" xml:id="p2"> 
     <!- -pieces of ourselves reflected on broken mirrors- -> 


             <author fname="Eirene"/>


             <dedication>to the boy who only sees me as a shadow</dedication>


              <line n="1">now it’s dark again, a darkness amplified by loneliness</line> 

              <!- -time has run out (for us)- ->

              <line n="2">whole constellations simplified to atoms of  <s-t-a-r-d-u-s-t/>

              <line n="3">& I know you could never love me</line>

              <line n="3">the ink-sky is rough and empty; my dreams unwoven</line>

              <line n="4">I’m crumbling under the weight of your silence,
                                                          under the apathy of a stone moon</line>

              <line n="5">the coldness of the sea has nestled inside of me</line>

              <line n="6">I can’t sleep at night (the world’s so broken)</line>

              <line n="7"><tell-a-lie>everything’s going to be ok</tell-a-lie></line>

              <line n="8">my eyes are full of grey storms </line>

            <!- -in my dreams I never met you and you never shattered me without
                even realizing it- ->

              <line n="9">now it’s dark again and all I do is fall </line>

             <!- – but even when I get tired and my hands start to tremble,
                I still reach for the top– ->

              <line n="10">…</line> <!- – (don’t let me crush) – ->