Silent-Eies

well for starters i absolutel HATE silence its louder than anything imaginable to me. i take comfort in a piece of paper and a pen and ive been told i can make magic with it. my writing is very emotional and often reflects who i am and only few realy know the meaning of the words writin on it. when some people look at a camera or a piece of paper they see just that but im one of the few that can see what it can become i piece of paper just isnt a piece of paper it could become the greatest speach ever or the most amazing drawing in the world it can be a piece of artwork your five year old daughter brings home with here handprints on it. or it can be the start of a fire to keep your family and yourself warm. ive been told my imagination somtimes gets the better of me and somtimes my dreams feel more real than ever. but i dont let them take total control. underneith im still Rachael and thats about all i will ever be.



with burning erisis and calis fingertips
waisting away behind this blackened mask
theese vines entangling this crimsin heart
florish and rave in fear
this palpitating beat teaches all
to hear the voices within
this blocked up mind blood shed
on the walls, the brown cardboard walls
holding in whats left of this body held inside
by glue, molten metal flowing threw suficating
taking away the oxegin needed to survive.
but why need it when your already dead.
smashed in the head. you cant kill
whats already dead. theres no dreams.
the wilting vines, the palpitating heart
begins to slow, theese breaths turn to
shallow breathing. this dying man
at my hands head slowling tilting back
rocking back and forth with him slowly
slipping away from your grasping clammy
hands but in truth you know thats this is the end
and you can no longer save this dying man.
-Rachael Salyers

Current Residence: a bed in the bottom of a dark hole
MP3 player of choice: this broken plastic thing