DARK AND TWISTED

Have you ever felt like you couldn’t leave behind a part of your past? I’m certain that’s the case with everyone. A part of us.. never moves on. A portion of us latches on to our soul and feeds of it, preventing any forward movement or any progression.
Memories are obsessive! They are known to drive people mad. And desires are destructive. They brutally get to your and defile it with desperation.

Desperate to get what you want. To get what you could never get.
Just the tragic heroine of Bronte’s ‘ Wuthering Heights’… you see your twisted soul scavenge for what you left behind and what could have been.
you’re twisted. Dark and twisted!
you wish someone could hear you, wish someone could hear your soul out.
she is waiting to screech out at the faintest hint.
Attention. A little of bit of maddening attention.
A little bit of disturbing obsession.
Do you know what that would give you???
Power.  

You want to be worshiped.
Adored.
only that will sooth your soul. 

we are conformists.
each one of us.
do we not see how we suffocate ourselves to death.

i lie still on the green grass.
my feet embedded in the softeness.
i watch the tree covering me.
i am in hiding.
i am hiding from me.

under my canopy i am free.
i can breathe.
i can feel the forbidden emotions rush through my blood
i sense each one of them.
i can taste the unforgivable thoughts.

oh! the beauty of freedom.
makes me wonder...
what if i could breathe without  without fear.
what if i could walk and not be afraid of where my feet take me.
i do wish, all was not forbidden.
i do wish to not conform myself to this world.


i pray.
the grass reaches over and covers me.
a camouflage.



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Celine

Celine is dark on the inside. This does not always mean evil. mostly it means human. She is aware of her senses and her desires.  She knows  the darkness inside. She knows her flaws her and her desperation. 

She seeks to rule; to control. But more often than not she finds herself losing her crown and her thrown. 

Celine, is a crystal  that shines bright with all the different colours of the rainbow once a tiny ray of the sun hit her. Shut her in and she would be a cold white stone. She has been shut for long now, she has been cold and white as stone for long now, 

She is conceited, arrogant, selfish and is well aware of her own greatness. 

But it almost hurts to see how beautiful she is. I don't mean pretty. I mean beautiful. so deep. so still.

Like a dark lake where quiet trees grow. 

She is power and she knows it.