Stick a hook into my heart
Barbed end piercing arteries
Reel it in and
Yank the ***** out of my chest
I'll scream until I cannot feel
anything
anymore.
Shove a needle into my brain
Thread on the end drifting through gray
Sew up the weeping chasms
Where I have gone mad
I'll scream until I cannot make
a single sound
anymore.
Pierce my skin with a blade
Shining silver coated in crimson
Slide it through the thin white and
Let scarlet rivers flow
I'll scream until I cannot hear
the words they say
anymore.
Stab sharp-edged swords into my soul
Vicious syllables tearing me to pieces
Rip me apart and scatter the shreds
Across the roiling ocean
I'll scream until I cannot live
in this cruel world
anymore.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
Wake up
And see that the dark is
Killing you more quickly
Every day
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
Stop treating me like I'm two
Because guess what
I'm not
Stop treating me like I'm thirty
Because guess what
I'm not
Stop treating me like I'm ignorant
Because guess what
I'm not
Stop treating me like I'm you
Because guess what
I'm not
Stop treating me like that
And start treating me
Like I'm
*Fifteen,
Not two, not thirty,
I know what you're talking about,
So please,
Cut me some slack.
I'm me.
Get over it all ready.*
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
I’m not upset.
I’m not.
I’m not disappointed,
I’m not.
I’m not sad.
I’m not.
What I am
is scared.
Conflicted.
And left wishing
that I still had
the one person
who would know
what to do
who would be there
by my side
through all of this.
I don’t care.
I don’t.
I just need to
talk to you.
I need you here.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Ink Stains
Ink is bleeding through
soft drops of poison all black and blue,
little truths and promises scrawled across the surface
my heart drawn freely onto a blank canvas.
I gave you the pen but it bled through,
staining the perfect white with crimson hue
a savior in need,
for my heart indeed
I guess this is what you came to do.
One cannot erase a permanent mark,
but simply shade over to make it dark
Like a scar or wound that can not be replaced,
by a simple touch or look on your face,
but I need you to heal me,
I need to feel the warmth you extend so freely,
I need the sweetness of your breath to fan across my face,
a kiss of your lips not a moment to waste.
Because your love is the key to make us last
regardless of our horrid and troubled past.
so put down the pen you hold so dearly
and just come closer, please come near me,
because I promise I'll be forever yours for the rest of eternity.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
This world is split.
There are people who believe in equality,
But they seem to be the minority.
There are people who believe their way is right,
Their traditional views are causing fights,
There are some people who don't care,
Others are unaware,
Despite the millions desperate for,
If nothing else, acknowledgement or,
Maybe one day something more.
But first, an end to the fear,
The irrational belief that when things appear,
Tough, it's the fault of those you don't agree with,
The ones who, maybe, just want to be with,
The person they love without taking,
The blame for everything making,
This ********* Earth weep,
When floods or disasters sweep,
Guess whose fault it is?
The he who fell in love with his smile,
Or the she who wants to carry her child.
Perhaps one day no one will protest,
Because he decided to wear a dress,
Or she chose to confess,
That despite her body she is a woman,
In a world where gender is defined by day one,
It seems unthinkable that his body is wrong,
But why does it matter to anyone else?
Just let her be a girl and keep your judgement to yourself.
Better still stop judging at all,
Because we're all human, it's not your call.
Attitudes are changing,
And talking to the next generation is uplifting,
Because there's a co-operative feeling,
Of acceptance.
It's just a matter of convincing everyone else.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
It lies in my blood stream
Flowing slowly though my veins
cloudy vision, thick blood, to my heart it pertains.
Following the path as if set in stone,
haunting me to the core,
haunting me to the bone.
My hearts been palpitating since the moment we met,
since that first gentle touch, and that kiss of death.
But I’ll suffer an eternity if it’ll feel like this,
You’re my lovely poison, my toxic bliss.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
When your true soul mate is near,
The world becomes more beautiful,
The colours more vibrant,
And it seems that everything will be ok.
When your true soul mate strays afar,
The world becomes more ugly,
The colours more dull,
And it seems that everything will be different.
When your true soul mate has passed away,
The world becomes more depressing,
The colours more black and white,
And it seems that everything will be breaking.
When your true soul mate comes back to keep you company,
The world becomes more manageable,
The colours more tinted and full of life,
And it seems that everything will be alright once more.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Please. Pull the trigger, why don't you?
Become a murderer. A sinner.
A criminal.
People will spit upon you in the street,
Their hardly masked disgust wizened old men.
Are you really that willing?
So go on.
**Pull the **** trigger.**
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
If I had to describe myself,
I would say...
I'm not just the 50+ scars
from blood-stained razors
on my left arm;
I'm not just the countless tears
I cried when I pleaded
with your deity;
I am ";"
";" is never-ending.
I am ;
because my story doesn't end here.
I am ;
because I am forever evolving.
...so until
"."
arrives,
I am ;
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC