I took a bite of the forbidden fruit, and
wondered,
why I was dying
wondered
why
something so dark,
so
ominous in its nature
could still be pure
how the devil himself could still have a halo
death is something you don’t realize has captivated you until you’re dead
until the flower by the window has wilted over
until
the milk you just bought has expired
until
the illusion fades away
and you realize
the garden you once planted is filled with tombstones
and
you walk through it
slowly
reading each one
wondering how
things fade so quickly
but the women that showed me graveyards made them seem like gardens
and the man that showed me gardens
made me realize their impending doom
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
.you,
are like the sun up in the
sky,
you hurt me when I get too close, but
I need you to survive.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
meet me on the edge of loneliness,
and i will push you over the edge,
into my pit of despair.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
these bones trap my soul, like
a bird in a cage it longs to be set free, from
all of the pain and the misery, it
longs to soar into the sky and into the sun, to
kiss the clouds and feel the light, but yet
flesh and bone reject its request for freedom, I wonder
if it will ever escape this labyrinth of suffering.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
but what am I, other
than a pile of bones and some flesh, composed
of past sorrow and debris, watered
with my tears and feasting on the small slivers of sunlight that come from time to time.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
every year, the sky weaves a blanket of snow and places it gently onto the earth, slowly
suffocating what once was alive, and
suffocating parts of me that have yet to die, I wonder,
*what could possibly be left to **** in a graveyard*.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
I used to never smoke cigarettes, never.
I used to cover my mouth when walking past those who did because,
second hand smoke is just as bad, but
then the light in my gray sky left, so
I found sunshine in the lit end of a cigarette, I
discovered more comfort in clouds of toxins than I would like to believe I found in your arms, I
used to never smoke cigarettes, never
but then I lost you and now I trying to die quicker than ever.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
.anyone can be apart of my life if they wish to be, but
my soul is like the vast open sea that only a few wish to dive into, only
a few can ever understand why the water flows the way it does, and
only a few dare to discover the depths, yet still,
among the few that do, they
fail to follow my one request, to
be cautious when diving into the depths, and so
still,
they choose to leave, and
still my waters will be, for
it is not their absence that I will ultimately miss, for
things that are meant to be will be, and
in the end it is what is best for me.
it is the fact that I was not worth something so simple.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
my life was titled a tragedy before I could even talk, and
before I could even walk, I somehow walked into the arms of misery, and
soon despair would come for me,
knocking at my door,
before I even knew what existence was,
I knew I wanted it no more, and
even after all these years I only crave the end,
dreaming of my own demise, wishing I was dead.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
bullets break more than just bones, they
break brains, hearts, souls, and homes, they
stay in guns claimed to be emptied and then take a soul, they
make sure certain people will never grow old, they
make warm hearts turn ice cold, they
make hearts stop beating constructed of gold,
they
empty the bodies of the bold, and
in the end, they make you feel so alone,
because they take away the ones you love the most.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC