Slice me in half
And look at my insides
Do you see what you wanted
Everything you’ve denied?
Bite away the bruises
That you don’t want to eat
Maybe while your at it
You'll throw me to your feet
Carefully dissect me
Before you take all of me in
Watch out for the worms
Which crawl around within
But don’t I look so pretty?
As I shine down from that tree
Red, and ripe, and delicious
Confined within my dignity
From the outside I am perfect
-ly proportioned to your liking
Yet on the inside you keep finding
Everything disgusting
Eat away at all the beauty
Which I try and try to keep
Till nothing is here to cover m
My core is naked, and I weep
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Stars swirl
Little girls twirl
Life is a fantasy
A beautiful world
Nothing to hurt
Nobody would dare
Because that small child
Was never aware
There's Fists pounding
Screams howling
Tears stream down
She's drowning
Innocence gone
What a fun little twist
On the life in the making
New scars on her wrists
She looks to the sky
And wonders out, "why"
This they didn't deserve
Was too soon for goodbyes
It all was a blur
Thought it shoulda been her
She's made plans with the devil
When will he answer?
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
She stares at the walls which encompass her life
Unsure why she can’t run through them at night
There she sits for countless years
Only to be kept prisoner by her deepest fears
She carries herself like a book with a smile
Judged by the cover, they all want a trial
Yet she’s bound tight by glittering stitches
To hide all of her unhinged glitches
She cannot keep still for half of a second
Dreading the moments she hears a small beckon
Left alone in the mind of a girl
Whose thoughts are dangerous when unfurled
She sees lovers dancing, living in dreams
Not all in this world is what is seems
You ask this girl what’s on her mind: she lies
For all she can do is deny
She carries burdens further every day
Unsure who will let her stay
Focus, let it all be clear
Then drown it out with another beer
She’s not certain who there is left to trust
In a life filled with unwavering lust
Pop another pill, smoke another stick
Anything to lessen the weight of bricks
She stares at these four walls and wants a door
Instead she lies down on the floor
All of these secrets kept inside bars
Filled with loud base and red guitars
She wanders these streets, quiet and obsolete
Who will be next on this long list of cheats
Cold whiskey, bright eyes, and stiletto knives
Where to go next in this web of lies
She floats out of her cage, up to the stars
Leaving the ***** and a hole in her yard
Bury the past, leave behind the secrets
Along with her heart, so no one can take it
She paints her road with glitter and oils
Maybe someday she’ll even be royal
But leave it with this much that will remain true
She’ll never be coming back for you.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
What is the line, and how do you draw it
Will you jump over, or fall short and quit?
Does it magically appear, out of thin air
Are you able to draw it when nobody’s there?
Where does it go, when your life falls short
Can something remain, without your support?
When paths cross oceans, do lines cross too
Or do you keep walking forward, without a clue?
These similar traits, can one ever take notice
And if you do cross, does love bloom like a lotus?
Everyone step to the right, cross a line
Entangling pasts in these disarrayed vines
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Let These Words Last Forever
may they not be a brush on the lips
Remember the name of that girl, not just the scars on her hips
she will be remembered, she will not back down
not down with the dirt, not down with this town
let her words burn within, and be let out with a scream
she is worth more than the damage, and the memories unseen
she will not only be one to touch your soul,
but **** all ignorant bliss, the world has come to know
Let These Words Be Remembered
for they were not a wasted last breath
lies conceal the darkness, and blur away the rest
she is not a friend, she is not a foe
not even the danger, that keeps you in tow
she is not the wisdom, nor the thoughtless rants
not the petty guidance, for your arguments
she is within you- within the warmth, within the cold
her words will churn the questions, while the answers will unfold
Let These Words Burn Inside You
itching to get out of your skin
be the one to shout out loud, burn in the fire of intelligence
they say she has the street smarts to carry forth a nation
but her shoulders carry more burdens, than room for this creation
so dust off your shoulders- run this town tonight
give in to recklessness, which makes everything feel alright
smile when they say you can’t, and cry when hell breaks loose
don’t let life tie the knots for you, or hang you from its noose
Let These Words Last Forever
free your dying mind
let them soak up the dirt in their fire
and burst out with diamond shine
remember that we once were broken-but now it is our time
we speak in different voices, refuse to listen to our youth
but if you open up your eyes, you’ll see that there is truth
reality needs to be accepted, it’s part of that thing called life
break free from the corruption- defend the backs that take the knife
Let These Words Be Remembered
for there is one thing even you can’t deny
that we walk in this world with our eyes shut tight
but what is left, when you turn your back?
what about those, we’ve all left behind?
said goodbye because they didn’t belong,
didn’t conform to acceptance we’ve all designed
the future cries for change-we’ll be waiting ‘til the day we die
simply because of this one fact-
the blind can’t lead the blind
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Whiskey on night breathe
And blue tears in lashes
Ashes to ash on our nose and eyelashes
This is the girl who is trying to sing
Scream it all out and then let freedom ring
When the belt whips
And the man stings
When she's feeling small
When the knife slashed
And the man pushed
She's feeling small
When the noose hangs
While her pills fall
She is so small
She simply remembers to aim;
pull the trigger
And then she won't feel
So sad
Girls in black dresses with black satin veils
Silver white lies roll from pastors tales
Brown wooden coffin- bound up in strings
Soon she will be free and learn how to sing
Teardrops on roses, and nose and eyelashes
Teardrops on roses, and eyelashes
Teardrops on roses
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
she is trying to write
her mind races through topics
through opinions
through objects
her eyes stare blank
at the blinding screen
her fingers hovering
wanting to flow- line into line
she is trying to write
yet there is nothing left
just apathy
no interest
her mind is closing
windows of the soul sleep
fingers lifelessly dangle
she can't write.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Her hands are rough
*Scarred
Tough*
Her art is tough
*Screaming
Silent*
Her mouth is silent
*Secrets
Haunted*
Her mind is haunted
*Ominous
Hating*
Her heart is hating
*Broken
Buried*
Her body is buried
*****
Scarred*
She is a damaged.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
She was caught up in the moment,
trapped in the cage of her memories.
Happiness was Survival.
It was a knife too sharp, a pain too vibrant
Bruises covered up with caked, peach cover up
Happiness was Fake.
She saw things
Haunting visions in each corner of her room
She saw Red; she saw black and white
but she never saw a way out
how does one escape a Nightmare,
when they are living in a dream?
how can you feel the Yellow of the sun,
when all you feel is the Red of a scream?
every memory a grain of sand, lungs slowly scratching full,
Drowning you into an epitome of never ending darkness
She was a Lie-
until the day She Screamed.
hate pouring from her grey-blue eyes.
she was drowning; it all happened too fast.
the flood began
She Let Go.
Insanity peaked; She Screamed red, she Cried blue.
She struck back with the lightning of his own fists,
the thunder of his own voice.
Freeing her mind
of the ominous never ending nightmares
which repeat through her eyes.
slowly filing away at the iron cage
which has kept her from pursuing her dreams
She is a Dreamer.
Unspinning the web of her dream catcher one string at a time.
Turning her dreams into plans
Learning to Speak, Shout, Live.
Creating new hues and Perspectives on
the Past, Present, and Future
Sculpting the hearts which have Broken into pieces,
Creating a new Love for life.
She is an Old Soul.
Learning from the long past
and Implementing it into a way to live.
She will Lead you, hand in hand,
into the bright, burning yellow light.
its Radiance Beaming down onto your skin,
burning away the sadness, soaking you in its Luminescence.
Filling you with this Positive Energy,
making you feel
I n f i n i t e
She is a Survivor,
and nobody, Nobody can take that away from her
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Play off “Where I’m From” written by George Ella Lyon
I am from novels
From thrillers and believers
I am from the roots which keep me grounded
(Deep, Strong
Holding me up right)
I am from the graveyard
A haunting gaze
Whose eyes have seen violence
And tears turned to stone
I am from flashing lights and late nights
From whiskey and cottonmouth
I’m from the runaways
And the poets
From shut up and get out
I’m from please forgive me
With baby, it’ll be okay
And honey he’s better now
I’m from a conventional home
With grilled chicken and extra veggies
From the innocence I have lost
To a monster
The blue eyes I keep shut tight
Under my pillow was a knife
Spilling broken dreams
A sift of faces
To drift beneath my nightmares
I am from these moments—
Snapped before I budded—
Blooming towards the roads ahead
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC