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lexi2sins
Texas I love to read poems, It also inspires me to create some of my own.
"Don't let madness corrupt you." A wise man once said, but it is impossible not to be corrupted when you're as dark as insanity itself.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Insanity
We have to fight or be hallow, Just like them, Walking lifeless, Have we been left for the dead.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Hallow Bodies
*What's worst than letting go without any wrongs? Without fault, in my life, to keep you gone. To see you in the arms of the other; better, Giving you a smile, I'd make for a thousand forever.*
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
What hurts.
*To fix yourself, You made me - *broken.**
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Ironic
It's very difficult to feel loved by someone you had to beg to stay.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Untitled
Your hands may be gentle, Your eyes may be kind, But lurking beneath, Is a sick, twisted mind.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Untitled
I can't shake you from my bones I can feel you within me Within my veins Flowing steadily I can hear you in my head As loud as a babies cry in the earliest morning I can't shake you from my bones I can feel you within me Within my veins Flowing steadily I see you in my thoughts Like a musician creating composures that cause ones ears to bleed of euphoria I can't shake you from my bones I can feel you within me Within my veins Flowing steadily I can't shake you from my bones You are now ingraved in me I can feel you within me Feeding off my sadness Within my veins ******* me dry Leaving me with nothing to flow I can't feel... . . . . I am numb
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Numb . . .
My mind is a cøffer øf cømført,     take what yøu will at yøur lesiure.     Wørry nøt øf replenishing the reserves.       My arms are an øpen ørphanage–         shøuld løve and høpe have passed away,           find refuge frøm the cøld             biting winds øf apathy in my arms.               Sip frøm my pøøls øf patience                 and extinguish the flames øf frustratiøn                   that grøw deep within yøu.                     If yøu have guns før hands                       then secure the safety                                       and always pøint at my perseverance,                           never at yøur persøn.                             When yøu are weak,                               knøw that my knees will knøck                                  but I will cøntinually carry yøu                                    till the end øf yøur days.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
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