C'est La Vie

I choose not to live in reality. In writing I can be free and through that I escape, in all honesty, from this dimmly lit purgatory. I am Zoe Riley and I am a poet, writer, and a life survior.

you’ve captured my heart

you’ve captured my heart

(Source: traceloops, via phantomlesmisgirl)

Last Night

Last night I dared myself to cross my limits,

I traveled passed at a uneasy swiftness-

Counting the minutes.

Last night I escaped so fast,

I stayed back  as I crashed-

Replaying the past.

Last night I wondered why I left,

I had to wager; I guessed-

Damning the blessed.

Last night I left myself,

I stuck my life on a shelf,

To be forgotten without a grimace; No final words to be played.

It’s My Play

I grasp the concept,

I understand the rules,

I’m ready for the contest.

The prize, a sparkling jewel

Of a simple nature it blooms,

With desire it fuses.

And over our heads it looms.

This game uses-

It conquests and abuses.

And when the sun sets on this day, I’ll speak the words that I’ve not yet dared to say.

And when the sun sets on this day, I’ll speak the words that I’ve not yet dared to say.

It’s My Play

I grasp the concept,

I understand the rules,

I’m ready for the contest.

The prize, a sparkling jewel

Of a simple nature it blooms,

With desire it fuses.

And over our heads it looms.

This game uses-

It conquests and abuses.

Game

I broke a bond,

Used as a pawn.

Aching in tragedy,

Stained in agony.

You left the game

That I wished to play.

withahaloinherhair:

Hey moon, don’t you go down.

withahaloinherhair:

Hey moon, don’t you go down.

(Source: thosehopesareshattered, via phantomlesmisgirl)

Morning & Day

Each morning, each day
I sit alone and pray,
To a deity of no existence,
To anyone who would listen.
Each morning, each day
I hold close the very way
That you say my name
And sing some praise.
Each morning, each day
Secluded and quiet I lay,
Waiting for a sign
That I used to hope would make its way
Across the bay
And home to stay.

I Found My…

Tonight I found my soul,

The figure, the one I long to hold.

Who stands in darkness,

Who is cold and heartless.

Want burns deep within,

Needing that sensational touch of skin.

Tonight I found my pain,

The figure, the one that soaks in rain.

Who searches for fire,

Who is lust and desire.

I searched for what is dead,

Nothing but a thought existing in my head.