Inverted Will
Inverted Will archive of published lines and poems on Linespedia.
".c.o.|.d. warmth drained from my very fingertips. hope everlasting chains me to the mortar of the wall. my lonliness has become my only salvation. my pity - weakness. my heart beats fitfully with no ..."
"Sometimes the written word can only describe something so horrible as the near certainty of an early death... My life seemed to have already slipped away: Curled up tightly, crying. Sobs wracking my..."
"Maybe its just my natural response to block out my feelings as of yet, and I know for certain that it is, but aside from the occasional twang pulling at me, and of course the deep dark hollow thing th..."
"someone tell me what they think, what they feel about themselves, so that i know that maybe someone is human, though maybe i am not. Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 05:32 PM PST 10 • 0 ..."
"What will happen when there is no one left who has heard my name? I suppose it is then that we are truely forgotten. Its a sad fact really... to throw away your entire life, no matter how profound,..."
"Where once lonely hearts could roam over starlit lands And in halls where moon hath shown faith in mortal strands, her figure stands, lonely - lith: proud amongst the death. Dirges of death bells toll..."
"The blue orb sailing through the skies cannot count cannot see will never feel the length of time that I feel. That has drawn the lines under my eyes to a darker black. that has painstakingly killed m..."
"My mind wanders on the teathered, tedious, restraints of the wind. Each night a new idea. Each passing moment contains a wonder to my eyes that had previously lay hidden. I hope the storms help me..."
"I hear whispers on the broken path of what once was. Whispers of Mab's realm, where all our nightmares lie within the cruel stare of her hard, cold, unloving eyes. "We are totally alone" she whispers ..."
"an owl fluttered from its perch on an ancient, gnarled pine. the ruffling beat of its feathers - the only sound resonating through the snow covered pine needles and icicle laced tree trunks. its amber..."
"an owl fluttered from its perch on an ancient, gnarled pine. the ruffling beat of its feathers - the only sound resonating through the snow covered pine needles and icicle laced tree trunks. its amber..."