Why didn't the skeleton go to the New Year's Eve Party?
''He had no body to go with"
Oh Skeleton, you do not need to possess a body to be accepted at a social gathering.
You do not need an arm or leg to be seen by the others just as to prove that you are one of them.
Carry your soul and let that guide you through the wonders and thrills of this party.
Allow your soul to dance and clap to every beat and rhyme travelling from the beatbox.
Whilst everyone else is awkwardly throwing different parts of their body around, as to rekindle a lost connection within themselves, you will experience something deeper and more profound, and digest the atmosphere wholesomely.
It is our souls that matter; the ingredient in the recipe that gives the dish its meaning.
Oh Skeleton, I know you are afraid of just being a pair of bones to people especially at something like a party.
But if one does not appreciate your uncovered mind and soul, they do not deserve your presence even if you grow the thickest layer of skin around your bones.
You do not need an arm or leg to be seen by the others just as to prove that you are one of them.
Carry your soul and let that guide you through the wonders and thrills of this party.
Allow your soul to dance and clap to every beat and rhyme travelling from the beatbox.
Whilst everyone else is awkwardly throwing different parts of their body around, as to rekindle a lost connection within themselves, you will experience something deeper and more profound, and digest the atmosphere wholesomely.
It is our souls that matter; the ingredient in the recipe that gives the dish its meaning.
Oh Skeleton, I know you are afraid of just being a pair of bones to people especially at something like a party.
But if one does not appreciate your uncovered mind and soul, they do not deserve your presence even if you grow the thickest layer of skin around your bones.
Temptations
I see your fingers and in a flash, there are memories and previous events passing through my mind. I remember instantly when ours were jointly enveloped and held together by a mutual gentleness and longing. And like a frog that instinctively flaps out its tongue when it spots a fly and swallows it, I want to grab your hand and hold it.
Files
We are constantly carrying files that the others cannot see or touch, but whose heaviness purely lies with us. At the beginning, we had no choice but to carry these files with us, its weight a pressure; a reminder of all the things that had once been and which could have progressed into something incredibly beautiful, but instead had to be recorded and placed into a folder. Over time, some of the inner documents have fallen out, causing the weight of your file and mine to decrease. Multiple were misplaced while others we painfully had to let go of with our fingertips and watch, be brought away by forces of wind to narrow, windy streets that we cannot locate.
Day by day, your file is becoming lighter in weight whilst mine remains the same. You are losing the memories and moments we had shared, to time. And above all your love for me.
I don’t need a file to help me remember what we used to be, and what I still believe we are. I have not lost my love for you nor have I disposed of the file which can confirm that. But you, you have gradually let go of them both and no longer bear the thought of loving me.
Day by day, your file is becoming lighter in weight whilst mine remains the same. You are losing the memories and moments we had shared, to time. And above all your love for me.
I don’t need a file to help me remember what we used to be, and what I still believe we are. I have not lost my love for you nor have I disposed of the file which can confirm that. But you, you have gradually let go of them both and no longer bear the thought of loving me.
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Photoshop
and airbrush
my mind
until it looks like
everyone elses.
H.E.
and airbrush
my mind
until it looks like
everyone elses.
H.E.
Souls
Somewhere our souls are adrift.
Somewhere they might meet accidently,
through gusts of wind and summers breeze.
But yours will move away again
in search for another soul to briefly love.
While mine will manifest itself into the body of a crying girl
who lies on her bed, day after day and thinks of that boy who has left her.
H.E.
Somewhere they might meet accidently,
through gusts of wind and summers breeze.
But yours will move away again
in search for another soul to briefly love.
While mine will manifest itself into the body of a crying girl
who lies on her bed, day after day and thinks of that boy who has left her.
H.E.
I?
I am a distraught girl who tries and thinks and formulates tears over anything small that knocks her mental health sideways. I long and seek things that I have been taught will happen to me by the mass media and childhood stories. But regularly, my insides feel like they are in a tangle because none of these glorious things want to happen to me. They neglect me, as I go search for them consistently and dream of a love that will make all the bumps and creases in my life seem unimportant.
I have counted the days, the hours and the panic attacks that are building up in me. And it doesn't get easier- my expectations simply won't leave me at peace.
I have counted the days, the hours and the panic attacks that are building up in me. And it doesn't get easier- my expectations simply won't leave me at peace.
Lonely
Lonely are the ones who meet a new person, a new soul and can't stop thinking about them.
Lonely are the ones who would like to have someone, anyone there- by their side.
Lonely are the ones who look in empty crowds for familiar faces- knowing that they wont find any.
Lonely are the ones who think that the others will know or care when they are by themselves.
Lonely are the ones who enjoy being in their own company but often feel sad.
Lonely are the ones who love, and love too much, and get nothing back.
Lonely are the ones who crawl into bed at night, wondering why the world has neglected them.
Lonely are the ones who see but are rarely seen.
Loneliness is something that resides in me.
Lonely are the ones who would like to have someone, anyone there- by their side.
Lonely are the ones who look in empty crowds for familiar faces- knowing that they wont find any.
Lonely are the ones who think that the others will know or care when they are by themselves.
Lonely are the ones who enjoy being in their own company but often feel sad.
Lonely are the ones who love, and love too much, and get nothing back.
Lonely are the ones who crawl into bed at night, wondering why the world has neglected them.
Lonely are the ones who see but are rarely seen.
Loneliness is something that resides in me.
'You pat his back and throw your eyes up to heaven'
Every day this week I have seen you, and each time that our paths crossed, you were perched on a wall, staring ahead and fixated on your thoughts.
I know there are voices in your head telling you to do the impossible and past experiences that are making you feel terribly inadequate.
But regardless, you just sit on those layers of bricks and watch people and thoughts and, more people and thoughts consume your time.
You could easily spend the whole day focusing on self reflection and then feel like brand new when the sunrise wakes you up, the next morning.
I wonder whilst throwing my eyes up to heaven, if this is how we're supposed to meet. If your mind is the chosen one that my heart longs to define and properly identify.
Even still, I don't think anyone will ever be able to describe you accurately or the words that run across your brain. Because, it's like trying to catch a rabbit that's way too fast or the notes of a song that are gradually being quietened down.
I guess, we'll just have to see.
I know there are voices in your head telling you to do the impossible and past experiences that are making you feel terribly inadequate.
But regardless, you just sit on those layers of bricks and watch people and thoughts and, more people and thoughts consume your time.
You could easily spend the whole day focusing on self reflection and then feel like brand new when the sunrise wakes you up, the next morning.
I wonder whilst throwing my eyes up to heaven, if this is how we're supposed to meet. If your mind is the chosen one that my heart longs to define and properly identify.
Even still, I don't think anyone will ever be able to describe you accurately or the words that run across your brain. Because, it's like trying to catch a rabbit that's way too fast or the notes of a song that are gradually being quietened down.
I guess, we'll just have to see.
Strangers
I have met up with you everyday this week and each time, I was sharing my company with a stranger: an unknown.
You aren't who I think you are or who you have been for all these years. I only know you from the certain moments we have spent together and the circumstances that underlined them.
My memories reflect the being of an individual who is constantly changing and developing into something else.
In my mind, I have a glimpse of a shadow who has now died but never was you.
You aren't who I think you are or who you have been for all these years. I only know you from the certain moments we have spent together and the circumstances that underlined them.
My memories reflect the being of an individual who is constantly changing and developing into something else.
In my mind, I have a glimpse of a shadow who has now died but never was you.
'As cool as a cucumber'
As I see these words written on a sleek piece of paper, I realise that I am not what is written on it and that, I wish I could be. I am simply not as cool as a cucumber or have the traits of this green vegetable. I overthink and question almost everything that I see and when something isn't right in my head, you can see it plastered all over my face like someone has written it on my forehead.
If I was to be any vegetable, I'd be a tomato because of the number of times that I've gone bright red and perhaps, for the effortless way that I might stand out with many people around me. I may not be a cucumber, but I am not alone. There are people that are tomatoes like me, while others take the role of an onion or a juicy yellow pepper. If you look at this world and its inhabitants as a salad, you will see that we would be the most authentic and delicious salad of all. The range of colours, the aromas and the flavours would be phenomenal. And every vegetable would be appreciated as much as the other.
So now, when I think about it, I'm glad that I'm not a cucumber because a salad without a tomato simply isn't the same. And a world without people like me would also be a shame.
I just wish that we could all notice our qualities and easily come together, just like vegetables in one bowl and mix well.
If I was to be any vegetable, I'd be a tomato because of the number of times that I've gone bright red and perhaps, for the effortless way that I might stand out with many people around me. I may not be a cucumber, but I am not alone. There are people that are tomatoes like me, while others take the role of an onion or a juicy yellow pepper. If you look at this world and its inhabitants as a salad, you will see that we would be the most authentic and delicious salad of all. The range of colours, the aromas and the flavours would be phenomenal. And every vegetable would be appreciated as much as the other.
So now, when I think about it, I'm glad that I'm not a cucumber because a salad without a tomato simply isn't the same. And a world without people like me would also be a shame.
I just wish that we could all notice our qualities and easily come together, just like vegetables in one bowl and mix well.
Your kids
Give your child the world. The universe, because we have learned from a very young age that we can't have them. So we have remained uniformed in silence due to the fact that we believe someone else always owns them.
You
I want you to take pictures of me while I look at paintings in galleries like those pretty girls on Tumblr who are always captured at the right moments. I want you to text me the cutest things and wonder how I truly am, if I'm getting along just fine.
I want you to hug me when I'm sad, hold me when I'm rolled up into a ball in the corner, whisper me soothing words because you know it's going to be alright. I want you to smile while I know that I have made you do that. Oh God.... I just want you to be mine.
I want you to hug me when I'm sad, hold me when I'm rolled up into a ball in the corner, whisper me soothing words because you know it's going to be alright. I want you to smile while I know that I have made you do that. Oh God.... I just want you to be mine.
A child
The innocence of a child is an immaculate thing. Look how they laugh, run around, smile for the world. They get excited at the smallest things, accept everyone and jump up and down like they have never felt former pain or tiredness before. Children don't see the harshness of this world, the inevitability of disappointment. They just live, and they do it right.
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Babushka- (Something abstract)
It's big, gets smaller, changes and has several faces. It's a babushka. A russian doll.
Does anyone ever question it or see how similar they are to us? Like people, they hide behind each other, within each other, pretending they're mighty and big until you realise that in fact they're tiny, vulnerable.... breakable like us. These dolls, they're almost identical, like humans who follow the same trends as everyone else, longing to be no different.
Or maybe a babushka demonstrates how many various personalities one can have. The faces of a person you will never fully grasp. Once you see one aspect, another one emerges. And then again you see another and another until at the end, there is just emptiness. When you have taken all these Babushka's apart or human creatures, a nothingness is revealed. Because the question is: who are you if you have twenty different personalities? Are you really anyone at all?
By examining these dolls, you can guess that they would take up a lot of room next to American dolls or Barbies because they need it, the same way we need confidence. It's vital for them to act larger than what they truly are flamboyant you could say because otherwise, they wouldn't be cared for. They simply would not survive in the doll world.
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Does anyone ever question it or see how similar they are to us? Like people, they hide behind each other, within each other, pretending they're mighty and big until you realise that in fact they're tiny, vulnerable.... breakable like us. These dolls, they're almost identical, like humans who follow the same trends as everyone else, longing to be no different.
Or maybe a babushka demonstrates how many various personalities one can have. The faces of a person you will never fully grasp. Once you see one aspect, another one emerges. And then again you see another and another until at the end, there is just emptiness. When you have taken all these Babushka's apart or human creatures, a nothingness is revealed. Because the question is: who are you if you have twenty different personalities? Are you really anyone at all?
By examining these dolls, you can guess that they would take up a lot of room next to American dolls or Barbies because they need it, the same way we need confidence. It's vital for them to act larger than what they truly are flamboyant you could say because otherwise, they wouldn't be cared for. They simply would not survive in the doll world.
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Butterfly
I lie in the grass and move around, finding flowers planted around my head and skies above me that only photographers could describe; through pictures which words cannot even do justice. Is this what it's like to be free? Is this what it's like to feel pure happiness? The birds fill up the trees.
In a distance I can see kites that are being controlled by smiley faces and pink ice-creams.
You grab my hand and I fall in a daze, wishing that this moment would last longer than my beaty heart. I don't even know how to tell you how amazing you are, or how lucky I am to have you. I just hope you can extract this fact from my twinkling eyes.
Before I knew you, I was in a cocoon, waiting patiently to be released and now I feel like a butterfly with you beside me. Fresh and new and spreading my colours to every place that I locate.
Even if some butterflies may live for a day, I am not deterred by this because I know having this one moment with you is better than a billion other ones.
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In a distance I can see kites that are being controlled by smiley faces and pink ice-creams.
You grab my hand and I fall in a daze, wishing that this moment would last longer than my beaty heart. I don't even know how to tell you how amazing you are, or how lucky I am to have you. I just hope you can extract this fact from my twinkling eyes.
Before I knew you, I was in a cocoon, waiting patiently to be released and now I feel like a butterfly with you beside me. Fresh and new and spreading my colours to every place that I locate.
Even if some butterflies may live for a day, I am not deterred by this because I know having this one moment with you is better than a billion other ones.
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Memories
All we have are memories. Always. At the end of every experience. At the end of each of our days on Earth. At the final seconds of our lives. Memories. Memories. Memories.
They keep us intact. They remind us of everything we had, everything we want or would like to get rid of.
They linger, continuously, at the back of my mind. I could be in the middle of something; concentrating in work, driving the car or simply living in the present, when an image of her eyes would present itself in front of me. Randomly, unexpectedly, disastrously. It automatically steals me away from that moment of time. All I can see is her, the rhythm of her head, the longing in her eyes as she sways from left to right. They’re fixated on me like diamonds in a jewellery shop. I can’t take my look off her. She’s the whole thing. The entire novel, while I’m merely a page.
It takes me back. I can feel it. The sensation of having her there, feeling her breath, knowing that’s real and that she once loved me. My heart starts to beat fast. She’s there. She’s there. She’s there.
A smile forms. I can feel it spread across my face as the air from the outside meets my teeth.
And then I’m back. I realise that I’m only driving a car. I’m only filling in a form. I’m nowhere near her.
And how I wish, wish beyond belief, that I’m transported to the past. To that moment that always reminds me, of how wonderful it would have been, if she still loved me.
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They keep us intact. They remind us of everything we had, everything we want or would like to get rid of.
They linger, continuously, at the back of my mind. I could be in the middle of something; concentrating in work, driving the car or simply living in the present, when an image of her eyes would present itself in front of me. Randomly, unexpectedly, disastrously. It automatically steals me away from that moment of time. All I can see is her, the rhythm of her head, the longing in her eyes as she sways from left to right. They’re fixated on me like diamonds in a jewellery shop. I can’t take my look off her. She’s the whole thing. The entire novel, while I’m merely a page.
It takes me back. I can feel it. The sensation of having her there, feeling her breath, knowing that’s real and that she once loved me. My heart starts to beat fast. She’s there. She’s there. She’s there.
A smile forms. I can feel it spread across my face as the air from the outside meets my teeth.
And then I’m back. I realise that I’m only driving a car. I’m only filling in a form. I’m nowhere near her.
And how I wish, wish beyond belief, that I’m transported to the past. To that moment that always reminds me, of how wonderful it would have been, if she still loved me.
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Someone somewhere
Someone somewhere is going to take one glance at you and fall in love. They're going to be perplexed by your eyes, enlightened by your smile, dazed by your self expression.
Someone somewhere is going to listen to your laughter fill up a room and want more. They will wonder how talented you are, how certain ideas arise from your head like balloons lifting in the air.
Someone somewhere will love your brain, your stories, your hands when they intertwine with theirs. They will talk about you to others, search for your face in the crowds, be a loyal partner in crime.
Someone somewhere will thank God for having you and will paint a picture of you in their memories. When you're gone, they will lift their hands up to the stars and wish that you were there.
~ Someone somewhere by h.e. skies
Someone somewhere is going to listen to your laughter fill up a room and want more. They will wonder how talented you are, how certain ideas arise from your head like balloons lifting in the air.
Someone somewhere will love your brain, your stories, your hands when they intertwine with theirs. They will talk about you to others, search for your face in the crowds, be a loyal partner in crime.
Someone somewhere will thank God for having you and will paint a picture of you in their memories. When you're gone, they will lift their hands up to the stars and wish that you were there.
~ Someone somewhere by h.e. skies