I look up to my father,
as he holds his head in his hands
“He’s gone.”
My lungs don’t fill, my breath hitches.
Time stops.
Someone grabs my shoulder, pulling me away from reality
The floodgates open as I become vulnerable
Crying into the arms of an unknown
A disease that cannot be cured.
He went from lively to barely being able to carry his own sons
He became thin and pale
Lifeless
Sitting in a wheelchair
But he wasn’t afraid to die
Wearing all black, staring into the eyes of a dead man
1 wife, 3 young boys.
They don’t know what’s going on,
They just know that he’s gone
One year later
The youngest boy leaves this earth
No one knowing how, or why.
But that he went to join his father in heaven
They say love stories always have a happy ending
Not this one.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
On and on my brain won’t stop.
Voices in my head that’ll make me drop.
Everything pushes me astray.
Reality finally fading away.
To all the screams in my head.
Hope you die and go to bed.
I’m not ok, but you cannot change me.
No one will understand I’m a Banshee.
Killing and ****** flashes in my brain.
I know someone is dying in pain.
Newly found body, sprawled across the ground.
Going to hell? I’ll have the crown.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
I want to breathe.
To be able to fill my lungs with air,
without them exploding with a bang.
We live for a breath of fresh air,
gasping so that we can live another day
When our lungs are full, we need to breathe out.
Exhaling out the pain and the past
Our breath is a symbol of moving on
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
My body craves it, but I don’t want it
Every time I think of it, I sense the bile in my throat
Don’t give in.
“I love the feeling, the burning.”
Can’t you tell? I’ve been raised like this
Indulging in the emptiness
Nothingness.
Eat.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
Dead grass comes to life
Flowers bloom in the garden
Due stains the window
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
Fire and ice ignite
Mustard leaves crunch like my bones
Sunlight smiles in fear
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
My brain betrayed me
Salt dripping off eyelashes
We’ll be a fine line
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC
It trickles down my spine like your fingers did
Staring into steamy haze,
the place where I hid.
Skin ignites ablaze
Complications roll off my shoulders
refreshing my sore soul.
Your lips curve into a smoulder
my body loses control.
Everything burns
my heart dances in the flames
as it takes a negative turn
No more games.
But as the past washes away,
my body melts like clay as I beg you to stay.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
She excites herself in mystery
Her red lips pop just like a cherry
No one knows her, no one knows her history
Her long black painted nails make her scary.
She’s a good girl, she feels so good
Nobody knows her like I do, inside and out
The way she looks at me, passionate, you know she would
Fiery golden eyes pour into mine with no doubt.
Do I really know her at all?
Her fears, dreams, wants in life
Hands cold, dead, small
She stands there, her heart punctured with a knife.
“How could you?”
Sorry darling, you have no clue.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
What are you thinking?
I don’t know
Hidden in the dark,
like a monster under a bed
Blank face, no expression.
Your walls are high, but so are mine
You’re trapped.
In a room without windows
A straight jacket around your heart
It’s trying to pump; you won’t let it
It’s dark down here
Pressure.
Drowns.
My.
Soul.
I’m trying alright.
To piece together the way you work,
just like a potter and his clay
One day, you will cross this line
This fine line.
We’ll be alright.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC