when she is alone at last,
she curses
and cries
and erupts into chaos,
for there is no one in the world
who would accept her madness
and still see the sanity
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
I am quiet,
for I learned the hard way
that words fail me,
and my actions bring music
to the gaping silence
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC
the scars of her yesterdays
would not allow her to see
the beauty in her skin of today
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
she made art
to unscramble
the tangled lines of madness
that screamed in her head
and to transfer the insanity
onto a canvas
that wore it better
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
she was petrified
constantly,
and she still faced her demons
like she breathed air--
not with ease,
not with tranquility,
not because she wanted to--
because she had to
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
I paint with vibrant hues
in hopes the immense colors
will stain my hands
and seep into my soul
but
the tints always dull into shades
and I reverse to the nothingness
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
I had given up
on a place like Heaven
when I realized
that I was mistakenly placed
into the confines of Hell
and that my only savior--
the all powerful,
all giving,
and all merciful--
was a beautiful lie
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
at sunset
I can finally breathe
when I feel the colors of the sky
pour into the
dark, emptiness of my mind
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
she did not aim
to reach stars;
she aimed to escape
the ground
and to touch the sky
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
she was drenched in darkness
so much so
that when the scarce source of light
shined upon her
she basked in its beauty
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC