The hills have eyes
They noticed the lies
In the dead of night
Those thoughts burned bright
So don't give your soul
To his security and role
Why trade your heart shaped thought
For a love so unsought
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
How do I convey myself in the hobbies I've kept close
How am I supposed to fabricate originality if I keep needing a higher dose
of the drug that keeps waters calm and skies clear
my dear
I feel a storm coming
about noon of every day
thoughts begin constricting in unnoticeable ways
strangling hope and taunting fear
I swear I hear
the scream I can't make
or maybe it's the doubt I couldn't shake
the existence that I fake
or the pieces I let people take
And I'm sorry now for realizing how I made them believe I'm the same
but I'm so wise for my age
I've torn down my own way.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
He said
I want to see where your mind goes
In the mists of life's bitter throes
I want to see if you'll plateau or grow
He said
Your mind mustn't go where only I want to see
For you are painting this canvas not me
Your mind mustn't wonder so apologetically
He said
I may go where your mind wants to see
But only in our dreams, where we'll meet subconsciously
I may go but your mind will stay sempiternity
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
Not saying I'm mad
Just saying that I've had
Enough of the ********
You continue to rule ****
Feeding on my young soul
Make off with self control
And where is my brother?!
The fact that I can't speak to my mother
I'm so afraid she'll discover
All this time I never actually... Recovered
But all feelings aside
Or what's left of them, subdivide
My once constant retaliations, are now merely implied
Moreover, You kidnapped my soul and continue to preside.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
I lay in his arms
My head on his chest
Alone in his house
We cuddle and rest
He kisses my legs
Soft and slow
Then pulls me in close
Afraid to let go
As his lips leave my mouth
I whisper "I'm cold"
He wraps my legs around his waist
Two bodies, one mold
-S.H.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
She held the gun
Up to her head
Pulled the trigger
Now she's dead
All around her
Turning red
All because of
What he said
-S.H.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
When joy was all she wanted
When death was all she asked for
Life became a punishment
Living it became a war
The days turned into months
The months turned into years
Once denial faded
She had to face her fears
And with each passing day
She'd try to find a way
But with each passing day
She'd only fade away
-S.H.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC