i am a very sad person
my daily musings consist of
bodies
falling tastefully from
the glorious heights of
towering buildings
in the CBD
overzealous edgy branding
accentuates my
razor sharp words
showing off my
sexiest features
i have the hallmarks of
a depressed teenager?
shocker innit
i wear it on my sleeve
my emotions, that is
or rather
under my sleeve
it took a couple years but
finally I have come to find
that people appreciate a splash of
broken young lady in their lives
i’m just kinda
defeated
sick of pushing it down y’know
my new hobbies include
******* the will to live
out of unsuspecting
girls who
run around preaching
false niceties
you see
it's because I’m also
a very mad person
in more ways than one
i have poison on my tongue
spitting cynical-juices
at everyone who dares speak
just, ignore me! Please!
i beg of you.
let my sadness simmer
with the boiling of my blood
‘double, double toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble’
i recite the lines as
i cackle away
understanding that
the witches from Macbeth
were really just women
with attitude
in this guise I prepare
to the rip the flesh
from the bones of
those whom I love the most
for I am sad and mad
therefore it is a justified
act of violence
and one who is both sad and mad
can only hope to commit
such acts of treachery
i shall feel joy
for the first time in years
smiling a ****** smile
as acting on ones deepest desires
is awfully fulfilling
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
yet this is the void
no light in the world is bright enough
to bring it warmth
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
it's okay
if you're too broken
to love me
i'm broken too
...no hard feelings...
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
my darling
we both have issues
don't shut me out
when you're sad
i love you too much
to ignore you
when you are in need of attention
especially now
i give you space
to grieve
over your emotions
at this time
but say hello
let me know you're still breathing
that you still love me.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC
i dream about your lips...
...they look nice
pleasantly pink and supple
delectable even
i’m sure they’ll feel so wonderful
placed delicately upon mine
i indulge in the thought of your touch
(warm and safe)
curled up at your side
breathing you in
your scent unknown to me
something i’m eager to decipher
once i am released from this cage
i promise to devour you
every inch of your body
no secrets between our skin
and if you so choose
...no clothes either...
just pure ecstasy
produced by the entanglement
of unveiled bodies
and teen angst
i fantasise about love
and how we might make it
time and time again
beside the purest of touch
(a soft embrace)
never forgetting it began with a song
and grew with isolation
cultivating longing
strengthening our bond...
...good enough...
...until the day i can hold your hand
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
This illness in my mind is terminal.
There is nothing that can cure it.
It speaks oh so nonsensical.
It’s to be honest, quite hysterical.
Well.
I shot myself in the end
Whilst lamenting in my bathtub.
The hysteria was just too much
For my shattered heart to handle.
The judge declared her the winner.
I whimpered in defeat.
I didn’t even place.
Maybe I’m just not that unique
Or damaged enough for poetry.
The metallic taste of blood
As I drown in senseless grief
Tells me I’m not good enough.
To get back on my feet.
Her flared trousers tell me.
She has a great sense of style!
My black eyeliner.
It tells others I’m a coward.
A lamb ready for slaughter.
No Baphomet or Muhammad
Just a lost girl.
Locked in a vault of failure.
Being served defeat.
Getting grimaces from the waiter.
It’s th-the illness.
It’s forming cracks in my bonce.
It’s preventing me from winning.
From ever being at the top.
Y’know what?
She may always win.
With her pale moon skin.
Her suction cup stomach.
Her body so thin.
But me?
Just another **** failure, aren't I?
Laying dead in a bathtub.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
Hey.
Um.
I know this is a bit soon.
I process thoughts quite rapidly. A fatal flaw if you ask me.
I think I might take up your offer to chat.
Uh.
It’s complicated.
But, something made me realise it might be a good idea. Even though my first instinct is that it isn’t.
I may or may not explain later.
So uh, can we. Talk that is.
Whenever is cool.
I just…yeah.
I’ll stop rambling and actually send this.
Yeah…
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
the wrong side of town
where the crackheads lie
a bud at their side
high schoolers who’ve ruined their lives
here they reside
their pale skin is concealed by a hood
raised to disguise their bloodshot eyes
they smell of sadness and regret
they smell of mould and sweat
they smell of addiction, of denial
another life lost to the clouds
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
how does one live
knowing there is nothing they can say
to scare away pain
their words are weak and brittle
yet they say them all the same
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 5:31 AM UTC
come back
i miss you
how do i function with you gone?
you never once have left my side
tell me where you hide
please come back to me
i can't deal with this new feeling
it's yellow and bright and energized
it's tiresome, stupid and ruining my life
come back my little gloom
come back
please
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC