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Under the Skin.

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The vibrations of a militant regime of insects under the skin of the Earth
can do more harm than benefit, in the eyes of an iconic pillar.
 
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A Lost DiaryA silly young girl full of hopes and of dreams,
Lingering in a home she's been in since her teens.
Chained to an illness unable to remove,
Still stuck with those who love her,
But virtually doomed.
Trips to various hospitals every few weeks,
Her memories vanishing as her brains leaks.
No more than to look back on the memories lost,
Finally realizing living has been at a cost.
Her head growing empty,
Her eyes growing cold.
One outside so young,
Has inside grown so old.
Piles of drawing books,
Pencils galore,
But all talent regrettably outside the door.
Her crazy young siblings climbing to greater heights,
All her talented friends sparkling high as star lights.
Will she ever be healed from this nightmare alive?
She might have a chance, if she actually tried.
But to be trapped in a head full of endless space,
To live a life on nothing but hate and disgrace…
Missing emotions,
A lost past,
Pills aren't enough to make life last.  The In-BetweenI lay quietly in my bed,
Whispers pressing through my head.
Should I attempt the urge to sleep,
Or should I lay in darkness dead?
Open eyes but silent ears,
Nothing left at all to hear.
Darkness piercing through my sight,
No such sign of any light.
Mental worlds push through my mind,
Imprinting pictures left behind.
Hear the night speak through my brain,
Or walk through thoughts that I can’t hide?
Voices reeling dreams alive,
Waiting for their times to arrive.
Staring through the solid black,
Watching the clock, but not keeping track.
Shadows tear the dawn away,
But the tapping rain and clouds of grey.
Magic sounds to fill the blanks,
Or static noise, while awaiting day?
Sudden colors fill my eyes,
Somewhere full of pain and lies,
Somewhere where time doesn’t turn,
Somewhere where I’m forced to burn.
Always made to hide or run,
Trapped in worlds well overdone.
When darkness and color are hand in hand,
Why isn’t macabre any fun?
Reading notes I know aren’t true,  ReplacementWind my key and pull my strings,
Play your part; it’s your time to sing.
Take my place in all I do,
I won’t care; I’m just a tool.
Release the box and play my tune,
Free the notes, which climb to ruin.
Steal my part in all I play,
I won’t mind; I’m just mere clay.
Steal my script and act my role,
Speak each word as if a goal,
Tell yourself I don’t exist,
I won’t fear; I’m just your list.
Burn my books and steal my ways,
Trap me in your awful maze,
Just don’t forget, you’re still alone,
I won’t cry; I’m not the clone.
Throw away my broken shell,
Or wear it blindly off to hell.
I know you hide inside my brain,
But unlike me; you’ll never gain.
There’s not much more that you can do,
My future’s moving towards what’s true.
I’m now aware you’re just a thought,
So now I know, that I am not.  Its Raining, Cant You Tell?Every drop; an emotion held within.
Every puddle; a mess created from sin.
Every drizzle; a memory lost within time.
Every rainstorm; the shock that finds your side.
One drop, two;
Knowing it’s real.
Two drop, three;
Beginning to feel.
Three drop, four;
It’s no longer no more.
Four drop, five;
It’s beginning to pour.
Every drip from a shelter; the nature to hide.
Every frozen umbrella; the knowledge you’ve tried.
Every solid bolt of lightning; the reminder it exists.
Every rumbling thunder; the knowledge it’s been missed.
One after another, they continue to fall,
A pitter-patter of trouble, each one appearing small.
They roll down the windows, they slip into cracks,
They fall on your face, they disguise what is trapped.
Ten drops, twenty;
Accumulating a hum.
Twenty drops, thirty;
Beginning to drum.
Thirty drops, forty;
Layering the path.
Forty drops, fifty;
Appearing at last.
More and more coming, creating a fleet.
Layering the world; sidewalks, roofs, streets.


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[All work ©2014 Caitlin Gerwig / Cat G. at www.CaitlinGerwig.com]
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