Love is like breathing;
breathing someone in,
breathing them out,
breathing with them,
and in the end
breathing without them
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
He does not think
that I am strong enough
to know what is wrong.
He thinks I am weak.
not trustworthy.
But yet,
he tells me he loves me
but does not show it.
In rivers of tears,
mountains of depression.
Good-bye
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
*War is coming, it is on its way.
Don’t try to hide, it will find you anyway.
War is coming, what will you do?
Will you resist its power or just let it through?
War is coming, it is now or never.
You either get to run or stay forever.
War is coming, are you still here?
You’ve had your chance, the end is near.
War is coming, stand tall among the white knights.
Tonight we die with honor and fight for what is right.
War is coming, it is just a footstep away.
But we will not surrender, and never will we obey.
War is here, and it shows you no mercy.
Bodies are falling to the ground, it is bloodthirsty.
War is here, death is all around.
The cannons are blowing, you can’t hear a sound.
War is here, now you are all alone.
As it stabs through your chest, you fade towards the unknown.
War is over, not a single eye is left dry.
You fought bravely, it’s alright to say goodbye.*
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
You were my perfect poem
Brief but of many lessons
Our life was the perfect paradox
For love I thought we could rhyme
You hated all I ever loved,I loved all you hated
You said dirt was clean and the sun was cold
You desired tears for years
And resisted all advances of happiness
All you hated I had to forsake
For our love was at stake
But like a toddler you had fun with my feelings
Leaving our blindest love in darkness reeling
Yet my greatest victory was losing you
My severest pain was my sweetest gain
You schooled me through experience
My all-time worst teacher
You were my perfect poem
Eternity would be short to describe the undescribable
For when my hand is strong to hold the pen
Then my heart is weak to pen the words
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
*Needles under my nails.
Spoons behind my eyes.
You notice all the trails.
I wish you wouldn’t realize.
Robe around my neck.
Wild fire burning my skin.
Why did you have to check.
You don't have to win.
.
My cutted fingers lies everywhere
Blood is flushing out.
Why did you have to care.
“Die your ***** is all they go about.
Now you have to go through the same.
Ripping every hair out.
This is not just a game.
They won’t hear even if you shout.
Now I’m not alone because of you.
Even though you cared.
You can see out of my point of view.
Death is what you dared.
Life is our drug we all share.
While death is our remedies.
We all share the same nightmare.
Now I lie with our Dead Memories.*
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
*Finding the love of your life.
Never thinking of their true selves.
Never seeing the hidden knife.
Only seeing ourselves.
Never acknowledge the bad side
After everything you’ve done.
I’m no longer the one to decide.
I’m no longer allowed to have fun.
Smiles turns to cries.
Minds turns to stone.
Eyes turns to ice.
We’re all just another clone.
You can't hide the truth from me.
I’ve known it all along.
But it’s too late to be free.
I can no longer be strong.
You came to my house to say goodbye.
Left a present of our memories with a bad smell.
I knew everything was just a lie.
The only thing you gave me were dead flowers from hell.*
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
No one cares enough
to even glance at the way
she stands slumped,
incommodious. Wise,
little girl, that you show
no fear of those who try
to quibble you. They will try to be
however demanding they can.
They must be able to see
the cicatrix of distress they cause.
The withdraw of people eliminates
the blissful, mirthful way of life.
Do not bother to notice the
sorrow she carries from the lack
of shoulders to cry on.
The tear soaked pillows of late night
cry's so deep within the soul;
the muffled sobs of desperation from
the absence of an individual.
Life-long abstraction.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
The knife of words,
stabbing so deep;
penetrating skin,
forever bleeding
The shot of words,
loud and deafening;
piercing flesh,
forever bleeding.
The grenade of words,
unexpected and blown to bits;
out in the open,
forever bleeding.
The glass of words,
the shards cut deep;
slicing everything in its path,
forever bleeding
The rope of words,
hanging there suffocating,
tightening more until
your gone.
Forever Dying.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
I tried
to get away
from the pain
that was so deep
within my old,
everlasting soul.
Oh, the extrinsic
pain along with
the interior agony
that this thing
people call love,
worst weakness
Too young to know
what's real-
they say.
They don't see
the cicatrix of
distress it causes.
So compelling,
yet so wicked.
The pull of the
tugging that makes me
believe it is worth it.
All lies.
Knowing the truth but
choosing the opposite;
knowledge can hurt,
oblviate obstacles,
knock down towers,
and open closed doors.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Pain is tears sprinting down
your cheeks, not caring
enough to wipe them away.
Letting people call you names
because you believe them to be true.
Screaming into your pillow, late
at night when no will hear you.
Accepting that people don't care and
them shoving and hitting 'til your back and blue.
Never knowing who to trust and go to.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC