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margaret-mary
margaret-mary
"It's now that I've found something astonishing, That I'll have to tarnish it, Eradicate, obliterate, and terminate it. But, only after we've defiled their hearts, And slandered their souls, And destroyed their every waking moment of hope. Because this is what we crave for, what our human design lust, and, aches for." This is what he told me, As he mauled out my own, And I cried out in torment, In the rummage of my broken hopes.
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
This is what he told me
You have me twisted in your mirage of happy endings and love struck thoughts, In this desert of woes and ruts. The dust cradles my lips and the sun burns my eyes, And the dunes devour the lies I tell myself at night when I cry. I say I'm happy through my teeth, Because even I don't believe me. At night the stars are scattered like my brain patterns when I try to put us together. Maybe it was too soon. And maybe we moved too fast. Maybe we hadn't forgotten our pasts, and we tried to make ourselves forget our lasts. Or maybe it's the distance ******* with my head, because my lips feel dead, And my blood was red before it hit the surface, When I used the blade to try and forget my pain.
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
Twisted, detsiwT
In a world of lavish dialect Filled with idiosyncrasy and conspiracy Delicately I make my own beat My eyes blue and amite Laughing with my medal of valor Painting what your eyes can't see And writing words your mind will never read My artful life.
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
My Artful Life
Keep your hands behind your back And keep your lies bound tight.. Before you release me...into them Releasing me into twisted arms and crooked intentions Of my souls redemption Your snide words pour slowly out of your yet divine eyes You're merciless and ruthless Ferocious, and devious Cut me in half; and paint me black To match your heart and your soul Dead and lifeless Perished and Cold
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
Crooked Intentions
Ana is my friend, when she whisper I'm thin. She clings onto me, she's everywhere I go I've tried to escape, but she won't let me go. I smile when I see my bones. And I cry when I see my soul And my spine hits the back of my chair when I sit And I feel accomplished, at my stomachs empty pit Ana says she cares She says she'll help me, she says she help me see Help me see that I don't need food So I can be content with myself **** But when I don't listen to her she gets mad She tells me I'm fat and sends chills of hatred down my back She's my demon, and she wont stop possessing me, until I die, nothing left but skin and bones.
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
ANA.
Why I don't eat. Mostly because of you. Also because I want to be thin. Only because you ruined my once well image. My own disgust weighs me down. It's fat and hatred stuck to my bones. So watch me take my diet pills. And watch me get high off of my own sins. And when my face hits that "porcelain throne" I regurgitate my memories of you.
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
Why I don't eat.
I wash my hands till your smell no longer clings to me And I keep my head held high to redeem everything you took from me And I hum MY anthem Of sweet revenge To avenge what I couldn't see My thumbs twiddle and body fidgets As a glare at my newly twisted image My bones stick out, and my mouth remembers no taste You did this to me, you made me this way It's not that my heart has died, it's just learned not to cry And it's not that I don't miss you It's that you never cared, and you'd never dare to
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
My anthem of sweet Revenge
I was rowing a two person boat I struggled in pain as your eyes would gloat The water felt cold and black as it inched up my body Where your fingers used to trace The pace of my heart is fast as I would drown in my own sorrow I told myself to just think of tomorrow, and try to keep my chin above water I find myself content Feeling the cool waves crash against my sides The waves are like a ride that carries me soundlessly on my back And as I drift, my mind throws fits of thoughts They weigh me down into the black water Slowly pulling me under To the beat of thunder I wake up on the ocean floor Sand between my toes, stinging my cuts filled with woe My air is gone, my breaths have stopped I sink in the sand of forgotten thoughts. Where my corpse will rot
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
I Wake Up On The Ocean Floor
It's in the dark, where our secrets lay Where we hide betrayal, and dismay The corners of my mouth twists to form a smile To us poor misunderstood creatures, living in denial We live off of others misfortune We devour their happiness until it has nurtured us We sip their tears, and consume their light Slowly killing in the night Their sadness, their chaos, it thrills us To us poor misunderstood creatures To the leeches who won't leave us And the dreams that haunt us You've now become apart of us
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
To Us Poor Misunderstood Creatures
My skeletons hang on rusted hangers Their deteriorated bones rattle my walls They whisper the secrets of my pervious dangers As they snicker and snare and gnaw on my soul The smell of abandonment seeps between their bones Betrayal reeks in their marrow that is now turned to petrified stone They thrive off making new friends, adding to my collection of my former afflictions of misfortune
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
My Skeletons (UNFINISHED)