And so,
When his words ran dry,
my tears began to flow,
like a river of melted snow.
My heart has ached years for you
calling out like a nightingale's song,
lost in the wind.
Though you're colder than ice I still seek your warmth.
For the heart wants what the heart wants
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 4:15 AM UTC
I am mad
Mad at the world
for not being just
You say life's not fair
Well, I ask why?
Is there some rule stating it must be so?
You don't know
So I say change it
And you say no
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 1:43 AM UTC
We are the children of the ******
Thinking basic necessities were luxuries
and that love was earned not unconditional
We are the children who carved
and starved
before we even hit our teens
We are the children who grow up to be
disappointments
The ones you point at
and warn your children of as we pass by
We're the ones who end up in coffins
rather than receiving diplomas
and fulfilling our dreams
because we don't have time to dream
When we only think of surviving the day
We were made this way
So God bless the children of the ******
The ones who are having their stilts hacked at
but are somehow still standing
And God bless those who have fallen
and been taken
be it their own choice or someone else's
May our graves not be overgrown with weeds
and faded plastic flowers
and our tales passed on,
not forgotten memories or sad stories
God bless the children of the ******
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
Romance as a person from a broken home is constantly pondering whether it's love
Or loving the feeling of finally being wanted
Leaving you in loveless
and poisonous relationships
in the sake of filling the void your parents created
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 12:56 AM UTC
Do you ever wish
To simply not exist?
Because it's not the void after death I fear,
It's being a spectator watching everyone's lives go by when I die
I wanna end it all
But the thought of failing scares me,
adding more scars to my repertoire
for everyone to continue to mock
or to leave myself even more of a mess than I was before
But staying is hard too,
Meaningless days blurring into the next
That empty feeling replacing sadness and joy alike
Abuse and neglect creating a crown of thorns upon my head
Newton's First Law: people in motion stay in motion, it's just sometimes easier that way
Every day I'm just waiting for my unbalanced force
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
A single mother in desperation of financial stability and love,
dances from one manipulative man to the next
Each leaving her a little more broken
and killing off what little hope her two children have
for a father-figure to love them
Finally, she settles for a man whose words are sharp like knives
and creates shackles on her ankles
Expectations for a son give her two more daughters and finally a golden baby boy
Rampant favoritism for the new three breaks down the two eldest until it replaces their once eager-to-please hearts with hatred
Both battered with harsh words and threats until tears dry up and eyes hardened to combat the pain
Every adult near turns a cheek to every cry for help
and each plea responded to with punishment
Tongues scarred from biting back words
and faces turned slack to let the insults run off like water
Unhealthy coping mechanisms flourished
Starting far too young and soon
from toxic boyfriends for themselves
to cutting away the pain
or trying to end the pain altogether with a final act
Though no bruises marked the two eldest,
their scars and wounds ran deeper than flesh and bone
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 2:37 AM UTC
As my father lay,
passed out in his chair
with whiskey nursing his dead heart
and healing his origami wrists
My sister and I's stomaches ache with hunger
I sacrifice my last piece of poptart to her
and pray to make it till my mother comes home
She crashes into the door
An alarm for my father harmonizes in a disastrous symphony
He dashes out the door for the next shift
Leaving my mother, crying after seeing the mess and her children passed out by the empty fridge
Her grease burnt arms scrub the wine covered coffee table
Until red stains turn pink and empty cigarette packs fill the trash
She picks up a glass and fills it with wine
and drinks away the memories until everything is warm
Thus continues the cycle
Money sparse, bills unpaid, cupboards nearly bare
Two parents whose love had been infested with addiction and depression
stemming from broken, abusive homes and even more abusive past relatioships
Leaving two children in the destruction of constant fighting which led to divorce
The eldest following her mother's footsteps of constant abuse and taking on her father's pain with origami wrists to match
The youngest never bounced back, a brick wall built from years of silence left her permanently mute. Every day she drifts further and further away from reality and lives in her fantasy world.
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 2:15 AM UTC
See my face
Coated in tears
Like how the rain paints the sidewalk
Only know that I tried
No matter how insignificant my attempts appear
An abomination to most
But my heart pure
I roll myself out to allow others to dry their shoes
A ***** old rug after time
with each boot leaving its imprint
Drop a match on my gasoline soaked skin to keep you warm
Watch the flames dance and my eyes turn gray,
but my smile untampered
Out of everyone, I thought you'd understand
But time after time
I realize I'm just letting myself down
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
Dead flowers lay on the floor
stems cut to try and save the petals in failed attempt
One
By one
They all fall
Until there's nothing left at all
The Autumn chill indicating the end
For without death,
no one would miss the twirl of a sycamore seed
or the fresh face of daisies who have just bloomed
So as all the petals fall,
and I gently go with
Maybe I'll be missed after all
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
Your eyes are as deep as an ocean
Pulling me in and leaving me drowning in your gaze
Your smile makes my cold, dead heart beat
Bringing back color to my sallow cheeks
A nervous laugh making me feel a thing I haven't felt in ages
A god in disguise, giving life to things that were once dead
Or maybe a necromancer
Because with every breath I take, you leave me in constant pain
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC