Whispered Lullabies
By:Tania Wilde

Whispered lullabies.
Clenched to her chest,
not even a breath;
a babe.
Fragile, easily shattered.
Escape.
She's run away,
not even a trace to follow.
Doctor.
Practical, not easily persuaded.
Records.
Plead insanity.
Attempts to grasp reality.
Bars.
A chamber, a cage.
A woman to destroy.
Plead insanity,
and unclench the nothingness to her chest.
Unknown "♥Tan TRON♥" Uncertain - 16 years, 11 months, 22 days ago

Seconds
By:Tania Wilde

Fearless;
she thought as she stared
into death's eyes yet again.
This time in the form of a noose.
With a sigh, relief set in.
Much to gain with the loss of a life,
or in this case the arrival of space.
Beneath the soil;
forgotten, rotting
into the emptiness that became of her.
In a few short seconds
a lifetime of regrets
- vanished.
Her tortured soul caught in the limbo
between fiction and reality.
All is lost for the young specimen.
In just a few short seconds,
often taken for granted,
she will become that which the world has made her
- Nothing.
Unknown "♥Tan TRON♥" Uncertain - 16 years, 11 months, 22 days ago

Vital Components
By:Tania Wilde

In the pit of your stomach you feel the sensation.
Although you know your fate,
you prolong the inevitable.
You squirm in your chair.
You're under the impression this will help.
The sheep in your head jump over the fence.
Your minds playing tricks on you.
THAT'S THE WRONG AID!
You're screaming now,
you don't know what to do.
Your eyes trace from the doorway to your stomach.
Again, again, and again.
Until finally.
You're on your feet,
you're down the hall.
You didn't think this through,
you took too long.
And now in your hurry,
you've missed vital components.
Staring up from your porcelain thrown;
one square on an empty roll.
Unknown "♥Tan TRON♥" Uncertain - 16 years, 11 months, 26 days ago

Christmas Morning
By:Tania Wilde

Frostbitten cheeks in a snowdrift hill,
through the white, tiny hands do appear.
Frost's chilled embrace dove in for the kill,
a life now squeezed from the dear.
Rags drapped from her shoulders,
proved not to withstand.
No shoes on her feet,
and no gloves on her hands.
She'd lit her last match as she drifted to sleep,
finally at last no more tears would she weep.
A last Christmas without warmth,
was the wish she did make.
For this Christmas morning,
she would never wake.
Unknown "♥Tan TRON♥" Uncertain - 17 years ago