Caged I crawl,
Within the filth of society,
Labelled a freak by those who call others blind,
But how does that give them vision?
If you see me as different,
Then obviously I'm a threat,
So you must contain me and chain me,
You call me weak, yet you think you're strong?
But over time,
You cage too many of us,
We are the new society,
With labels we wrote ourselves,
And this inevitable insanity,
Will now only be endured by you,
Because you're normal,
And we're blind,
But we can see you,
And we'll cage you.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
Do you ever think of us?
Or are we a lost cause
That I'm still fighting for?
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
Take me in.
Drink me in.
With every ounce of light on me.
Once adored you,
Once breathe for you,
Once loved you.
Writhing in agony.
Broken in pieces.
With every you in each fragments.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
Isn't it strange that when you look at the stars and you know that they've already bitten the dust. And you realize that you're staring into something that is long gone.
You, my star, is long gone.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
She fell in love with his words.
It was the wrong way.
Wrong way like
Falling the worse way.
Like Head first,
where neck click,
blood rush,
bones crash
and Heart attempts
to give you hope
one last time.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
my mother asked me why i was crying in my sleep
and i brushed it off as no big deal;
just a bad dream.
truth be told, it was you i dreamed of,
and i was crying because i had woken up.
when i opened my eyes i lost your touch.
i lost your eyes,
watching mine.
i lost your smile.
waking up, I lost it all.
now I'll spend all day hoping you'll call,
at the end of the day i'll just fall
onto my bed which holds memories of you
and there's nothing i can do.
but sit and wait for you
and drift to sleep in the hopes you'll come back.
i can hear my heart break i can hear it crack.
"he's never ever ever ever ever coming back"
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
i write about you
because a poem might make this pain feel better
it might make it beautiful
but there is nothing beautiful
about me locking the door to my bedroom
and swallowing 22 pills
there is nothing beautiful
about the blood from my wrists getting on my sheets
and crying because you won't have touched the new ones
there is nothing beautiful
about begging my wrists to keep bleeding
there is nothing beautiful
about my screams
for you to come back
there is nothing beautiful
about the physical pain in my chest
when you told me
that you
wanted someone
else
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
Love in actions, not in words.
For in actions we find sooth.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
He tastes like wine.
He tastes like desire.
He tastes like my deepest craving personified.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC