The light inside
Of me
Was burning, learning
How to write, despite
The fire was strong
Someone came along, among
Bad choices
Screaming noises
He whom turned of my light,
He led me to fight
All the writing,
Done, on display
He took it, and ripped it away, today
I feel like I should have fought more, war
Should have begun,
Poems should have sung
Several fires would have stung
Sitting here, looking back on what I could have had
Now I have 13 poems
And a fire, half ignited
Could you maybe help me, light it?
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC
I met with the devil, several
Times I thought I was developing in revel
Even though i was caught in the same level
Of misery and miss behaves, gravel
In my lungs, gravel
Over me, and I see
Nothing else to live for in me
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
Music from my phone, my alarm
Panic thoughts emerges from my head and i know im awake
Stand up, go in to the kitchen, see the pills, i intake
My eyes are still drowsy and swollen from last nights tears
Not ready for a new days thoughts and fears
I get ready, run out the door
My sparkle for life is gone, more than ever before
So i get to school looking like af mess
I know my friends will ask, but im too tired to confess
"Everything is alright dont you worry"
Red alarm lights in my head, and i scurry
Home, lie down, breathe in, breathe out
Just want the voices in my head to stop the screams and the shouts.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
Its a weird thing when you are constantly worried of dying
And then constantly worry about not dying
I wake up, alive, and i ask myself why
But then at the same time i fear dying everytime i step up on my bike
Its a weird thing
Life
Life is a weird thing
But i guess we have to deal with the hand we're dealt.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
I think the last time I got a decent amount of sleep
Was when I was in my moms belly
So don't complain
If I'm a little tired
Cause I didn't ask
For life to turn out like this
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
And from the fire that had burned her
So many times before
She raised as ashes
Unbreakable as ever
And flew like a falcon
To hunt down and ****
The ones who incinerated her
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
I opened a book
A book full of my feelings and emotions
But when I tried to show you
All there was
Were blank pages
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Floating heads
Means floating thoughts
But to many floating thoughts
Are to heavy to be floating
And heavy thoughts
Means a heavy head
It hits the ground
from where
it rised so many times before
maybe it can do it
once more
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
If our bodies
Were only made
Of floating heads
I sure as hell
Wouldn't have survived
My head
Would have blown up
In a thousand pieces
Because of
The millions of thoughts
It couldn't contain
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
It was sad
Because every time she found a person that made her feel less alone
They left her to be more lonely than before
It was sad
Because every time she tried to tell someone how she felt
She thought it didn't matter
It was sad
Because she had been sad for so long she no longer remembered
How it felt to be happy
It was sad
Because she no longer knew who she was
Only a shadow of herself
It was sad
Because she felt like it was okay to feel like ****
As long as everybody else didn't
It was sad
Because while she was loving everyone around her
She was the one who needed to be loved the most
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC