prepare to shudder,
prepare to have demons taunting you,
playing disturbing games with your soul,
with a calming darkness and scary happiness.
Staining your hands with a metallic substance,
marking the walls of the invisible.
This is what happens when you touch my soul.
Creatively ugly but mouthing the word pretty.
Be careful.
It's like I was touched by this ebony, fair eye angel with two sides.
Soaring with bloodless and sullen wings.
But there is happiness, somewhere...
Sometimes presenting itself like a optical illusion,
adding mystery to my image.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
Well, it's the power that words convey.
The way they allow you to feel the very thoughts that disturbs my mind.
These words can inspire, create, control and destroy.
Poetry is power.
It's expression,
it's the hope that my lines undress before your eyes and make you feel a rise..
The hope that they are so pornographic, it makes you second guess how ***** and strong the truth of free expression can be...
I write because my heart strings are tugged everyday, it plays the cord of pain and lost. It plays a melody that those can hopefully sing along to.
I write because it's the best way to voice the me I think I already know.
I write in hopes that one day my words would come alive and embrace me with the courage to be..
because poetry carries meaning that is far more complex, than the very words you see.
Makes you think beyond..
It humbles the mind and the spirit with how elegantly its craft captivates the being of the reader.
Poetry is potent.
Its power is endless.
I write because, why not ?
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
Have you ever wanted to escape ?
To explore those great adventures that other people talk about...
To have your soul evaporated and replace with light and pleasure without the guilt.
This whole world is covered with thick and dark, aggressive smoke.
Invading the lives of the brainless humans secretly choking, gagging from the pain of their screeching lungs.
It's chaotic.
The smoke that is...
Guess what I'm trying to say is...
It all goes dark.
It gets hard to breathe.
To be.
I guess there is no escape when you're afraid of it.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
Wanting to press my cheek up against the creator of life.
For those days when even breathing adds to the
frustration of being.
Exploding with cries, dried out by the desire
to please mankind.
To please society.
Wanting to embrace stillness,
and lock myself away from all words and actions.
My head burns with pains caused by daily demands.
Dividing myself mentally to keep up physically.
Now both worlds are crashing.
I wanna press my cheek against the creator's,
and have him wipe my heavy tears away.
I wanna have deep conversations with him,
staring with hope in my eyes,
that some secrets would spill from his lips one day.
Secrets that ease my mind from being so sore.
I want to press my cheek up against the creator's .....
and soar
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Held back so many tears, I'm afraid to cry.
I might drown in the overflow of pain I've hidden deep inside.
Sometimes it dawns on my heart,
making it beat unkind.
My lungs start to quiver, I'm dying on the inside.
Held back so many tears, why do I even try.
Been battered by this world and my thoughts,
maybe it's time.
Let it all go.
Dissolve in yourself.
Tired of reading the world and trying to figure it out.
I just want to sit and breathe, and be myself.
Without worrying that this chair might not actually be a chair.
Can I just be ?
Can I just exist without anxiety ?
I fear this world,
this big scary world.
Having a hard time trusting this reality.
My vision goes blurry from the insanity,
but i blink it away and swallow the cry.
Knowing that one day it will be alright.
One day I won't wake up scared to face this sentence.
Truth is I'm all alone but I am completely surrounded by life.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Listen to the silence...
As it consumes every fragment of your being,
Listen as it gets louder,
Bleeding eardrums with its power.
It's melodically hypnotic, it demands to be heard, really listen.
You have no choice.
Listen to the screams of a friend that has no voice.
Between the pause to catch a breath the unsaid thoughts bellows in mute.
You can't hide from something so invasive,
It's like surgery,
It exposes you.
It leaves wounds that take too long to heal.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
He watched her smile transform into sadness
He witnessed her happiness fade,
it used to be so bright, so authentic...
now its all fake
Stormy clouds follow her,
the doubt thickens in her heart, strong enough to cause it to stop.
She began to fall in love with a void,
where the emptiness of a room is relatable.
Chuckling, she reasons with the irony, of how being in emptiness almost fills a space.
But he continues to help everyone else but her..
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC
Slowly changing into someone I don't recognize.
Looking in the mirror I see a reflection of a girl that has no meaning.
Who am I ?
Racking my mind trying to figure out who this reflection is.
Confusion spreads across my face,
tapping my head with quick beats hoping the memory comes to me like lyrics to a almost forgotten song.
Trying to scratch off this facade, these masks...
but they are so many they all, are just stuck on,
switching to whatever character I have to be.
I am a walking Broadway show,
I perform everyday, tirelessly
Who am I ?
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
You stomped a hole in my heart,
and left a permanent scar, such a ugly sight.
Just another thing that floods my eyes with salty regrets.
My heart, my poor heart so weak from the blow, its to the point where i have to demand it to keep beating.
I was ****** by lies and high hopes.
You darkened my image, you twisted my thoughts,
the invisible pain slits another line in my sore skin,
releasing a brief numbing effect.
So angry at the world cause i no longer see it.
Is this all we live for ?
Brief happiness, brief moments and then pain...
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
Every inch of my body burns with rage.
Wanting to punch anything,
wanting stomp this feeling away.
I'm about to explode.
Sometimes I have no reason to be,
but the anger bubbles out of me.
This anger is destroying me.
My skin sizzles at the drop of these tears,
my mind races to resolve this conflict within.
I usually keep my anger to myself,
but now it's too much and it shows.
I numb the ears of people with my words and blind them with my stares.
I don't mean to...
but the anger took control.
Is it bad to feel comfort in the one thing that wrecks you?
It just hurts so good, at times.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC