Blood is what she is being fed;
Decorated with needles is her bed,
As her sins clean by the fire burning red.
Her body lies in the heart of hell,
Where nothing is destined to go well.
Don't ask her anything, she won't tell.
She has forgotton how the stars look like;
She no more remembers what is light;
All she sees is the fire burning bright.
Pain occupies her body's every part.
Everyday she is reborn, then torn apart,
And all she can do is scream out her heart.
But nothing can now be fine.
She won't ever again see the stars shine,
Because she can't bring back the passed time.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
I have always heard them say,
'Hope gradually makes its way.'
When, in reality, as time flies,
Hope doesn't come, it dies.
You, slowly, get fed up of waiting,
And everything around you - you start hating.
With the passage of time,
You realise your life will never be fine.
You watch your world fall apart,
And you try to fix your broken heart.
Then, you give up, not knowing how to cope,
Why? Because there is no hope.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
And like the first drops of water falling
From the somber sky
Descending like dew drops
Pure and subtle.
Yearning for their true origin
And better self.
And so does that heart failing
Of loneliness in dreary beats
One attuned towards one mistress sole
Yearning for it's true soul
And better self.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
I don't fall in love,
I trip-
Stumble
Falling
Eyes wide and dreamy
Heart beating incessantly
Constantly.
Seeing the world through rose coloured lens.
Yet
Still seeing you.
Eyes through
To skin
And deeper
Yet.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Many poems have been written about thy beauty,
But none speak more true than my heart beat.
Yours.
Forever.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Every moment, every ion of time spent,
Apart.
Is torture to the soul torn in two
Away;
From it's vital element.
Every lone, Precious ray of light that
Falls,
Is beauty encased, eternal, fragile and
Fleeting.
Those eyes, the door to my heart and mind my
Bane.
Of a beauty so Sincere and Perfect, yet
Flawed.
A desire and passion so Violent and masochistic it
Consumes.
A love, all encompassed, Obsessive, Jealous
But.
Understood.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
if this was a poem
it would be total ****
because it doesn't rhyme
and there's no rhythm
and there are no answers
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
Because after everything you did
All the fights
And all the insults
All the broken promises
And all the lies
All the short retorts
And all the K's
I still love you
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
I engraved your name upon my heart
To make it yours,
I caressed it, and gently took care of it
To make it my own.
I beat through life. With upheld face
To make mine yours,
I sheltered through storms and zyphers
To make it my haven.
I saw you then,
And realized;
Yours is mine,
And I'm
Yours.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC
At the Golden glorious gates of Heaven stand I,
In meek merit and weakness divine, unable to enter.
Looking in at the white and red, and ample boughs,
Trembling with fear: feverish with desire of thought.
Approach I the glimmering constant gates,
Wrought out of my being and fibres.
My weakness and strength, my thoughts and ignorances'
And moulded in my lacks, and my fire and awe
Rings out in defiance and mockery of myself
but it echoes my heralds and welcomes my approach.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC