Spider

Fixed in this complex web, connected to so many
Stuck with memories I don't want to recollect
Some make me angry, sad, sore and make me want to forget
Flashbacks of these painful actions, faces and words
Countless and continual,
There is an emptiness that is not satisfied
because there is no answer to why.

Where did my body go?

The nights have always been long.
With music to my ears and dreams to my mind,
the inspirations were unending and life was understood.
The nights are still long, but they are no longer bearable.
The music is drowned out from to do lists and worries.
My bed is full of tossing and turning.
When did everything change?

Colourless

Colour me blue, sky blue.
Take me away, somewhere exotic
Anywhere, away from here.
Take me off this black and white page
Thoughts fill my head, too many dreams,
so many wishes, so many outcomes.
Roll the dice for me,
take a chance for me,
Pick me up and throw me,
Needing that push, to get there.
I can see all the colours, I've been dreaming them.
I just cannot feel them.
Feeling Colourless.

Escape.

These bright strange walls,
keep my gaze,
the loud lecturing voice begins to fade,
lets escape this life,
off to paradise
on my way to find whats real
the reality of my appeal.
Lost but alive,
can feel my insides,
pumping my desires.

Yours Truly, Huckleberry.

Rapidity.

Its getting cold outside
The blankets on the bed are healing.
The shadows on the wall are comforting,
Watch the movement on the ceiling.
Sleeping seems endless,
As the world spins at a measurable rate,
A single life is changing faster.
The speed is fascinating, memories of being in the passenger seat.
180 km, faces are emotionless, adrenalin pumped, breathtaking.
Life was so complete.
It’s one hell of a road ahead.
Thumb up; footsteps keep hitting the gravel.
All the foundations are breaking,
So hard to keep up any longer
Scarred knees from the falls, sore hands from the exertion,
Will never be enough to hold her back.

Your One Minute of Fame

Your One Minute of Fame



The past sometimes crosses the mind,
a memory is reminded of.
A fringe is placed on the face,
a smile is followed.
Knowing that the drama still continues,
shown through your words,
so happy I only had to read your vengeful words in that little inbox.
Must of made you feel so big, thinking you made me feel so small.
No regrets are present, only gratification.
A bow and a thank-you for reminding me, what type of being you are,
and how much hostility you contain.

- Yours Truly. Huckleberry

Sing, Girl.

She crumbled to the coach,
where her face hid in her small hands,
her brown eyes blackened as she weeped.
"Why" is the only word she could speak.
Everything around her disapeared
No strength to move, she felt so weak.
Her rosey cheeks burn.
Not wanting to return.



- Yours Truly. Huckleberry