From the night sky, the moon gazed at a rose.
The darkness complemented all the sounds.
Under the sycamore, the rose did pose.
The winds shifted the leaves that were now browned.
A child tiptoed through the dark thorn bush.
Scratches and cuts made way across her skin.
She didn’t cry, she didn’t scream, a hush.
Closer she came to the rose as if kin.
The flower shook and quivered from her sight.
She bent under moonlight, no noise heard still.
The trees stood still, waiting for a dark fight.
The girl reached and gently felt the soft rose.
The forest breathed and sighed in relief.
She left without a sound, the night now closed.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
I can't believe that the darkest enemies I have in the day could be my own kin.
I sit in closed prison, at a foggy desk, in a row with other foggy desks. The room casts a dull light that fills your vision with patterns you can't understand. The longer you strain your eyes to analyze the vague writing, the more your mind exhausts; the more the fumes consume. And as I sit in the clouded containment, growing sleepy and sad, I wish to be home.
But as I enter the doors of my warmth and living, I receive purrs and taunting. Dark figures scream in my direction. They spin around my mind until I dizzy. They blame me for things I haven't heard of. Giving reason to my own misshapen mishaps. I cower, wondering what I could have done to provoke this screaming. I cover my ears and try to escape by running up the wall to the dark ceiling. But as they catch me, my leg is pulled into a warping sensation of black. They throw me into a chair of thorns, forcing me to sit and stay in their torture room; staring and taunting me. Grinning wickedly, they coax me to talk.
"Talk."
I am terrified. I want to escape I am trapped. I never wanted to feel this way in a place I was born in.
The next day I carry a soft orb of light with me to feel comfort.
And when they smack it out of my grasp.
That's when I lose it.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Laughter cures ick
She stumbles in sick
She chuckles through tears
Laughter cures fears
Smiling cures cuts
He throws up his guts
He grins in pain
Smiling cures strain
Love cures cries
They decay in disguise
They kiss old corpses
Love cures organs
We lick our diseases
For seasons of pleases
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Having diseased skin makes it harder to decay
Having these thoughts
How to make it go away
No sign says I'm okay
How am I supposed to make it through each day
Being dead for this long
Made me realize you only have you
Blood dried up
Bones now dust
No longer is my mind at bay
So wake up
Pray.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
The flashes of smoke I see
Won't let me be
They jump, dash, and hide
It's not normal inside
I become quite aware
Of the invisible stares
I pretend they don't exist
I pretend it's only mist
My eyes are far wiser than I
They see right through their lullaby
Turn away and pretend
They could be your friend
The smoke drifts away
I feel my stomach sway
If only it stayed longer
Then my vision would be stronger
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
They say a mother's love
Is stronger than any shove
So why didn't I see it?
When this woman has a mother's permit
She walked away from me
Stumbling like she couldn't see
If it were then, I would've guided her
But now I stare and watch her blur
You don't have a right to call me your daughter
You know what you did was slaughter
Maybe if you learned to be a mother,
I wouldn't treat you like someone other
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
The wounds cut too deep
My heart; too easily leaps
This ******** is tearing me apart
Time to sell my already sold heart
I grab my iron words
My flightless birds
This steel mask
Is filled with stronger poison than any flask
This natural high
Makes me feel alive
Why do they care
Stop me, they dare
No more crying
No more lying
I will rise again
Merciful heart for a murderers brain
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
The obsession
With depression
Is really a lesson
Lonely, sorrow, and hurt
Your brain is anything but alert
Nothing but a dead concert
No one understands
They reach with clenched hands
Merely making the wide hole expand
You fall deep down
You feel yourself drown
Left in a ghost town
Before you go to say,
Ask yourself, "Is this okay?"
Because the words you speak,
They will obey.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
I have a monster that lives under my bed
He whispers ugly stories about being dead
I shiver in my covers; eyes wide
As his claws tickle at my side
I have a beast that lives in my closet
Often I hear her groan and *****
I hide and pretend she's not there
But at night I hear her in my rocking chair
I have creatures that live in my walls
They scratch and whisper down the hall
I squeeze my eyes shut; afraid
While they chatter about making me their slave
We children have devils in our heads
They screamed, our eyes bled
We huddle and hide, wishing and praying
But of course, they claim they are staying
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
The night settles in
The dark crawls on my skin
The sleepiness never comes
My heart sounds like a drum
The silence drives me crazy
My vision never gets hazy
I wish for the moon to go down
So I could hear at least one sound
The old house creaks
It feels like it's been weeks
The clock seems unmoving
My sleepiness is not improving
My eyes feel glued open
My mind feels so broken
The minutes turn to hours
My tongue is feeling sour
At 2am insanity bites
I need to turn on the lights
Where the hell is the sun?
I'll only sleep if I use the gun
The fear draws near
My vision is still crystal clear
I pray to god for sleep
I start to shake and weep
4am is when I decide
I want to tear out my eyes
The dark is my blanket
But I just want to yank it
7am. The sun is here
The sounds are back, I can finally hear
The light is now my best friend
And the night has finally come to an end
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC