Landing

Landing

That’s pretty deep.

Because it’s not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!

– Jim Moriarty from Sherlock

Life.

Cruising.

Bones.

Tingling.

Blood.

Racing.

She thought it was flight,

So she flew with delight.

But she soon lost sight

And fell into the night.

Slowly, the rancid smell

Crept up her nose.

Slowly, the claustrophobia,

Swallowed her soul.

With fear in her eyes

And pain in her voice,

She was too late to realise

That she had landed in her pit of lies.

Life.

Crushed.

Bones.

Broken.

Blood.

Flowing.

Phoenix

Crashing dreams,

Crumbling hopes,

Cataclysm raining,

As everything comes to an end.

Squeezed out of life,

Suffocated under broken thoughts,

Struggling to breathe,

What can you do?

Rise from the ashes,

Like a phoenix,

Gold and scarlet,

Bright and burning.

Loyal and faithful,

Like a phoenix,

Steadfast and sturdy,

Head held high.

Why chose to die forever,

When you can rise,

From dead thoughts and hopes,

Like a phoenix?

Inspired by Linkin Park’s Iridescent and Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab.