Dancing in a Bottle - by:Lauren Macleod

I feel trapped.
Empty.
Drowning.
Alone....
Stuck like a ballerina sealed tight
inside a perfume bottle.
Constantly reaching for a way out.
Locked in a cage.
Pressed and sealed with a child-proof cap.

Nothing is familiar
but it's all the same.
Drowning in the same prison.
Sinking in my skin.

Where does this all end
and where do I begin?


The Other Side of the Mirror - by:Lauren Macleod

You pin me with your chastening gaze.
I'm locked.
Soaking in
all the lies you sold me.

Weakness, emptiness, pain.
I'm sick of these games.
I scream, pleading for sanity.
I'm trapped on the other side of the mirror..
I'm too far gone.
You've already taken me over.


A Schizophrenic Dream -by: Lauren Macleod

I lay down and choke
as the tigers eat their rope.
Sit up and light up this smoke.
While you're inside of me
the delusions grow larger
with the beating of my heart..
chewing on this head of lettuce
and singing my fears in the dark.

I stare at our distorted image,
the tainted visuals of that shady character.
"Don't be afraid to touch me...."

I love you so much
but you'll never love me back.
Like eating cotton candy from a windowsill
and watching snow fall....

She's the globe queen.
He's her ice cream.
Together they'll debug the FBI
every time the phone rings.

Just a schizophrenic dream,
you can't take it for granted
because you never know what it means.


Inside a Rolodex - by:Lauren Macleod

It led to today
and I can't think right.
Grand illusions,
broken conclusions
separated in my mind.
I hit the green and black leaves
one more time.

I lost myself there,
standing in the dark..
looking through soulless eyes.
I don't even know if she's alive.

I fall into a backwards cliche
breaking into a million little pieces
like hardened clay.
So twisted, so distant....
They're calling out my name.

There's a cross over my head
and I strike this match,
as I'm free falling through stained glass.
Existing inside a Rolodex
when all I am is a hex.

Cracking toothpaste
and the voice begins it's call..
I shouldn't be here
but I'm staring at this hole in the wall.

"Close the doors and come back to us.."
Dorsiflexion and armies of me.
It's dark.
I can't breathe.

Invisible on a long dirt road,
Checkered Mountains in the distance.
The pathway goes on and on.
I'm destined to waist.
I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't exist.
I'm far too late.


Unwanted - by:Lauren Macleod

Shattered dreams of emptiness
my beating heart lies still in your hands.
I exist within the cracks on the sidewalk
and I can't give it up.

My teardrops run dry
in your empty riverbed
and the words you speak,
wrapped around my neck.
Choking me,
raping my soul,
of what little sanity I have left.

And this is where I've landed myself,
my pointless memories,
my expired affection,
my damaged life.
I can never go back....


Picture Frame - by:Lauren Macleod

Nameless and faceless
the world falls dead around me
falling further and further
into spiraling masses of human nature.
Unpredictable and broken
left shattered
with my feet nailed to the ground
and no one can help me.

They walk on by
and go on with their
senseless speech babble.
Their world keeps turning.
Mine is standing still.

No god to reach out to.
No more love to hold onto.
Everything crumbled into nothing
and I've got everything to lose.

Pull my last thread.
Watch me unravel at your feet.
You only love me when
I'm on my knees....

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.08.2010

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