angels are not messengers for god -
angels are a warning of god's true intentions.
true feelings.
burning for eternity
power at the highest cost
paraded with charades of affection
cast down without a second thought
a girl on fire
kept aflame and
cast aside by her creator
a girl on fire
acknowledging hurt
perpetuated by this "savior"
angels are a warning -
do not be afraid of me
be afraid of who created me.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC
i listen to your words
watch your eyes move with each new line you drop
i wish you didn't love me
you'd be so much better off that way
i'm sorry
i can't hold your gaze
i want to
i swear
i beg you, please
believe my promises
i haven't let you down yet
have i?
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 3:02 AM UTC
just let me inside please
all i want is to see
your china cabinet of my memories
im bigger than i was before
none of you can hurt me
anymore
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
gun to my head id still choose drugs over you
knife to my neck id still choose scars over you
im as stable as ive ever been and my rage will destroy you soon
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
Blood strange to mine, I could get ready to stay dead
I would hate my father for ever having planted me
A tall bird hunched in cold weather
Wild out of the darkness, I knew that living was terrible
The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead
Fear was invented by someone who had never had the fear
Pride, who never had the pride
Love, he called it
My aloneness had been violated
Words are no good;
Just a shape to fill the lack;
Words don’t ever fit.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
slumped against distress,
she moaned.
heavy-hearted comfort
disappeared.
upset,
the stone
skips across
w a t e r
f o r g o t t e n.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
lead-colored
mother of heaven
we are drifting
without charts
our sky is
un k n o w n
w e a r e d r i f t i n g
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
the stars
heavy with despair,
strangers
brought to rest,
"lower sails
drop anchor"
as children.
the pendulum of a recovering darkness
some hope of rescue
maybe
help
maybe maybe
maybe-
clatter of anchor chains
the new sick
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
to all those
that ever wonder what it's like
to have delusions
or hallucinations:
touch your nose
or your lips
or your hair
or your ears
touch anything.
you know that your nose is real
right?
you know that whatever you decided to touch
is real.
now
imagine everyone
and i mean everyone
is telling you that it's not.
that your very
very real nose
isn't there.
that it's fake.
some people will scream
others will treat you
like a baby
some will pretend with you
for awhile.
but all of them
their goal will be at first to convince you
that your nose isn't real.
and when that fails
it will be to make you feel so ******
that it doesn't matter
because they don't care about you at all.
and one day
maybe
you'll break.
like me.
you know your nose isn't real.
it couldn't possibly be
it makes no sense
it's stupid
it's just in your head.
but you also know
that it's still there.
that it's still very very real
and you know
it has to be.
so
next time someone
confides in you
or slips up and you see inside
don't say anything negative.
we know.
it hurts.
we just need comfort.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
i carved your name into my thigh
because you asked me to bleed
and i would not
i carved your name into my thigh
because i wanted to bleed
but you did not
i carved your name into my thigh
and then i left you
or you left me
i dont know
i carved your name into my thigh
but it is gone now
and so are you
i am better for it
but i will never forget
how i carved your name
into my thigh
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:31 PM UTC