Do you ever look in the mirror and not recognize yourself
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
The pretty girl who smiles during the day
Often has the most to cry about at night.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
I used to be neon pink
Smile wide and radiant
Everything is great, I would think
Then I started to go silent
Here I am, neon I am not
Light bulbs gone dead
I used to talk quite a lot
Now it’s all in my head
Colors been drawn out
Not drawn, strained
Stuck in an eternal drought
I’m afraid it’s unexplained
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
Douse yourself in lighter fluid
Burn all in your quake
Feel the fire roar
Allow the flames to breathe
After being burned for so long
You deserve to be lit
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 8:39 PM UTC
The words won’t string together
I type and type
Backspace. Backspace.
Thoughts pour like a waterfall
They plummet to the bottom.
Splash. Splash. Plunk.
Tears fall like love
A girl falls in love. The guy never catches.
Thunk. “Ouch”
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
Hands grasp at nothing
Feet slip and slide
Down the hole
I’m reaching. Trying to pull myself out
I’m in the hole
I see myself, three years younger
I’ve fallen back into old patterns
All those years I spent climbing out
I’m back in the hole
I see myself, three years younger
I always hated mirrors.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
My parental people yell
My misguided mind melts
My hurting heart hasn’t healed
My passion puffs out
My tenacious thoughts tumble
My time trickles out
I’m loosing my liveliness
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
I’m so alone
The tears can’t stop flowing
Yelling never ends
My heart stabs
There’s too many thoughts
The tears can’t stop flowing
My puzzle pieces won’t fit
My puzzle pieces refuse to fit
I’m so alone
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
We all know the feeling.
When you can feel the words.
When you can feel them begging to be pulled from your mind.
You can feel them straining to be written.
But when the pens starts to move
The words jumble and tumble
Overflowing all at once
Not making an ounce of sense
They beg to be pulled
But when you open the door
They only fall on top of one another
And all they seem to do is smother
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
Be the colors that scream at you to look at them
Be the dress full of life with a torn hem
Be the feet that never stop dancing
Be the sailor looking through his binoculars, glancing
Be the wind that swirls with all its might
Be the blanket that provides warmth at night
Be the girl full of life
Don’t just be someone’s wife
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC