Steer clear of malice;
To speak of arrows tipped in actuality and respond justly toward malignity.
Lest I fall under the gaze of malice becoming putrid within.
Heavenly Father above.
You paved the way to a damaged youth yet,
Almost commonplace to allow surrogate protectors,
Crawl inside my flesh only to be spat back out once again.
I realise I am not but the woman I thought myself to be;
Only an interchangeable piece in the mechanism.
A piece in the mechanism,
Intertwined between countless souls on the way of my path.
By Lana
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
I knew you
and you knew me
Our messages told stories
of us taking over the galaxy
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Rip away the flesh that clothes this unclean soul
Raw muscles and veins exposed only to realise, beauty is not only skin deep.
The dying soul that hides behind this flesh, this facade,
Rotten and decaying
I realise it is not some poor soul only to be given my slight sympathy from afar
But my own
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
King of the streets yet oh so sweet
He'd bring the devil to his knees,
A heart that skips to the beat of his surroundings
A mind that could bring into existence,
A kaleidoscope; deduction beyond comprehension
Ideation beyond reason
He, is a diamond in the rough
He, is but an idea of his own creation
A light in a darkness
A hope in my soul
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
The essence of your being is here to stay
as it infuses with my skin and heart and eyes and touch
my skin has been tattooed through your caress
and my heart has been mended by the way your eyes peer into my soul you fill me with love and make me whole
in retrospect i truly thought i knew what love was
but this was all a lie until i had met you
masochistic obsession is all i was familiar with
blinking the past away
i am aware of you and our future and our present
and how i will never let that get away
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
my life is sadness
As if you didn't already know that,
I'm a teenager after all
But this isn't a poem about a sad wasted life
It's a bland poem about a sad artist
Nothing I can ever do will make it meaningful
There's no point to it
I can create,
Write some profound or empty poetry
Make some genius or contrived music
Paint some ugly or beautiful pictures
gentrify my sadness,
make it pretty
make it art
It doesn't make it anything more than a black hole
a black hole that throws out a portrait of a boy with a million eyes that can't see anything
I realise now
that sadness
no matter how much I dress it up
Is sadness
And even if it's pretty or artistic
it's never going to be more than that
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Silence is nothingness, yet it speaks
A million words packed into a mere few seconds which seem to last a painful infinity
Your silence it speaks, it is manufactured to torture
Your eyes filled with hate
Now here I stand, begging you to speak, something, anything, but nothing all the same
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
I was strong, you made me weak
You broke my barriers down to an empty husk
I let you in, and you grabbed on tight to my heart
You tugged me back to your game every time I tried to get away.
I was broken, you played on it.
False concern.
Pulling me further into your game
Your lips pressed against mine,
Deeper once again.
Your smile which lit up your face in turn lit up my heart as I thought I was the cause of it
The glint in your eye as I could not retaliate against your jokes
Your grandiose delusions of your own self worth
and your narcissistic ways,
all drew me in further
You're magnetic
**** you brought a life back into me which I had never known before
A racing pulse
A want
A need for you, for your skin against mine
But I was a distraction,
Your little quick fix of attraction
I could never be her,
I could never do what she did to you
I'm not enough.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
Let us smoke and let us drink a little too much until we who are only but fragile creatures, fade.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
Holding me close
Our breath mingling in the cold winter air
Fingers laced together
You kiss my head
Although the night is cold the stars shine for us,
Just for tonight
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC