Black Moustache vivianexvictoria: The Outlier

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The Outlier

the edge of a sea of sober pensiveness —
I stood, silenced.
caressingly strangled at the hands of restriction,
I fell into dormancy. 

the oasis that is out of my reach: 
watch as they bask in the warmth of sunlight and 
ignorantly laugh at unimportance and
preoccupy themselves with meaningless small-talk that
defines their very existence to
justify the mockery they make of us for
what we are. 

wicked.

winter's dawn:
no sunlight came to our side but
bitter chill —
and northern lights become mere myths. 
the world of greying navy skies and white ice
in which we condition ourselves to survive —
turns the fire in our hearts
to ash.

Darkness holds your hand
like a mother would her child. 
"Shut out love, my dear";
"is there goodness here?"
then, to your ear, she'd whisper, 
"when you cross the invisible line that
protects you, 
the end is marked near."

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