atrisia

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  • atrisia 31w

    Illusions

    So much fear
    So little need for it.

    ©atrisia

  • atrisia 32w

    Dreamy

    It's like I got lost in your eyes
    and have forgotten to remember to exit.

    Do I need saving?

    ©atrisia

  • atrisia 34w

    Goodbye

    I love you
    I hope I forget how to

    ©atrisia

  • atrisia 34w

    Stab

    Back stabs have the some challenges as scrubbing your back..
    Its hard to pull the knife out,
    just as its hard to get not sprain your arm trying to scrub it.

    ©atrisia

  • atrisia 35w

    Silence

    One day you will enjoy the silence too


    The sound of heartbeats and air being sucked in and pushed out of you..
    And maybe there will be white noise, loud machines running past you, or birds chirping noisely around you.

    But silence is internal, it's not something the world gives you.. Its something you demand and start to create.

    ©atrisia

  • atrisia 44w

    I was trying to define depression, but I realised this was mild depression so basically sadness.
    But even a little drop of sadness can weigh you down like an anchor.

    May God rain down healing. To better days.

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    Words

    Sadness: (n)

    A state of mind.

    The silence art of breaking down and
    Maintaining unrivalled composure,
    Because, for some unarchived reason
    you believe.
    you are being human is being immune
    To assholes and pain
    and weakness is the inability for stream to flow upstream.
    Or you think pride is suffering quietly.

  • atrisia 44w

    Happy one day, sad the next. This coin won't stand on its end and balance emotions out. Only God can. And He will

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    Windy day

    It's like I hit my head and lost my mind
    Made you up with a right type of love for me

    But now my senses are coming back
    And you make sense but you are fading

    And Tuesday is a passionless work day
    With a single hopeless recurring thought of -

    'why am I even here' ringing all of the corners of my existance
    I have lived better days


    ©atrisia

  • atrisia 45w

    Written after Nova M Lebohang, poem titled, 'for a girl who fell in love with a natural distaster'

    "... women like me fear silence... "

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    Silence

    Quiet is when there is nothing to say...
    When the moment is so rich...
    It's enough,
    and patience neednt be activated.

    Silence, is when there are questions
    and there are answers
    in the some room/space,
    but for one reason or the other.
    (usually because of some sort of fear
    or worst,
    the absence of empathy)
    they do not meet each other..


    ©atrisia

  • atrisia 46w

    When you have too many ghosts in your closet. And the same one keeps poking it's head..

    To Eminem, here is to cleaning out closets.


    ©atrisia

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    Disconnected heart.

    When he rips your heart out of you
    —then thinks about it,
    attempts to put it back,
    decides the moment is too awkward –
    because he realises he doesn't know –
    which cables go with which ones,
    so he really can't put it back anyway.
    So he just...
    Walks away.
    And you let him.

    And those are the good ones
    The ones who try to stick it out.

    Don't ripe out hearts,
    take them out like
    a child with OCD
    unwrapping a gift.

    Save a life.
    Time heals wounds,
    But I can't be bleeding all the time.

    ©atrisia

  • atrisia 47w

    Bedtime?

    I have no bed time.
    I sleep when my brain shuts down the eyes and feels for a private multi pseudo sensory screening of what ever it deems fit and or possibly review/reflection of my day..


    ©atrisia