Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.
Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.
Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.
Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
**** my ****** up heart
with it's
****** up love
and ****
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
I miss the pitter patter
the wake ups
the chit chat
moments of waiting for coffee.
I miss the dread of knowing
this was it
but I was still
I was still in it.
The game I would
make of it
in my head.
The current state of things
just feels
all too familiar.
Thank god for the
music though.
The music brings me
back to
excitement
memories
and life.
Bye E
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
If they can love....
But is she dependent
on her love to him
to secure her own identity?
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
and with fire and color
and all her might,
she charged at the world
without any fright.
because she did not want to waste
any more of her days
without having those sunrays
in her life.
she knew she was dying
just as everyone else,
and with this mindset,
a beautiful life manifested itself.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
I lived a large
part of my youth
carrying things
that didn’t
belong to me
Indeed I’ve carried
their loads for
too **** long
The load of how
they felt about me
the load of what
they’ve said about me
the load of how
They’ve perceived me
for far too long
These load was never
mine to carry
to begin with
Today I am free
free at last
from criticism
fears , insecurities
and other people’s
opinion
These loads
are no longer mine
to carry
Regardless
how desperate
and foolish
they may seem
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
count, count, counting
the numbers will hurt
trying to fit into that skirt
thinking all of your body is amounting
each bite and breath
pause to question each piece
but you know the battle will never cease
the best outcome may result in death
everything that you once had will be stripped away
the flesh, bone, and skin
will make room for that clothes pin
until you realize you're in a tailspin
but you thought you were really happy anyway
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
to the the girls who starve themselves,
the ones that watch their carbs,
you want to feel adored
you´re personality is fading
they´ll eventually get bored.
while striving for more
you settle for less
you can´t seem to love yourself
step on the scale, there go a few numbers
along with your happiness
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
Hi.
I told you.
I whispered it to you in the night.
But the moon rays
and the chilled wind
swept my words away
before they met your ears.
To be continued.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC