Your gorgeous eyes,
The warmth of your hugs,
The touch of your hand.
The smell of your hair,
That smirk in your smile,
The strength in your stare.
Your kiss on my lips,
Your body close to mine,
That feeling inside.
Your love so strong
The beating of your heart.
That we may never part
The passion in your kiss,
And that magic in your touch.
It is for all these and many more
Why I love you so much
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
Poor little Annie, so innocent, so lovely. She just wanted some honey.
She walked down her stairs, to be scared down to her hairs
As she saw a man crawling, she started bawling.
He came towards her quickly, Oh so swiftly
He covered her mouth, going down south
She silently cried, as he tried.
He pulled out his knife, to take a life.
She went quietly, Oh so quietly
Poor little Annie, so innocent, so lovely. She just wanted some honey.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Love cuts like a knife
Love can break you apart
Love is death and death is you
It's pain stains like a black tattoo
Those memories coming back
That bind me with tight ropes
The intoxicating smell of your cologne
That lingers in the air
And slowly suffocates me
Till I'm nearly dying
The taste of your lips
Poison me
And take my breath away
Now you see how love is death
But my dear
You mustn't be so queer
You must understand
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
I can write the most saddest poem of all today, I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too
To think I don't have him. To feel that I've lost him.
To hear the immense of the night , more immense without him.
And the poem falls down the lonely road
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep him,
That he wasn't satisfied with my love for him
The night is full of stars tonight and he is not with me
Not even mine for a mere second, he is gone, to find another lover, what better lover than I
To know I gave all yet it wasn't enough to please him
"Was I not good enough?" Questions are swirling through my head as I stare into the stars without him.
I can write the most saddest poem of all today, I loved him, and he stopped loving me
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Isn't life just a series of unfortunate event?
Lying,cheating, killing
And so much more
I guess some people say:
"I don't need you at all"
But truth is everyone needs someone
A friend who cares
A mother who cures
A lover that loves
If your ever feeling lonely
Know I'll be there too
To Carry you by
But just remember that life
As good or hard as it may be
Is just a series of unfortunate events
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
That's what it feels like
Depression
I've never really talked about
My depressed days that much
Its just a part of me
I can never really reveal to other people
This is hard
It never really leaves you you know
Its like your just numb
You can lay there for hours staring
At the ceiling
Doing nothing
Thinking nothing
Or you can be
Lying on your bedroom floor
Tears streaming down your face
Crying silently alone
Burning all the memories
You want to never remember
But somehow can never let go of
You can have the blade in your hand
Running across your skin creating
Lines of red
Lines of pain
Lines of anger
Of heartbreak
No one even knows
You hide it so fucken well
The pain is unbearable
But you can't let it show through
Smile
Laugh even
No one notices
No one notices the scars
You keep your jumper on to hide them
Even on hot summer days
Your skirt hides the lines on your thigh
No one notices
No one knows that the happiest person they know
Truly isn't
They're broken
Cut up
Terrible
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
at one point i threw myself into a puddle of negligence and reveled in the sickingly delightful pleasures of self indulgence and cynicism
i knew no moderation and i knew no god, and without a hint of balance i nonchalantly stumbled across a tightrope that was threaded with desire and desperation
beyond the point of no return i realized the scars i bore were testaments of ********** that cried crimson tears of a faith long contorted
i needed a catalyst, and i fell from the tightrope in a similar way i fell from grace
all of the time i spent moving backwards sent the hands of the clock in a frenzy, and the last i remember they had moved backwards infinitely more than i ever could
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
When the lights go out
The shadows start closing in on me
The dreams become real
Looking into the pitch darkness
What do you see?
Hidden forest animals
Lurking around
The trees dancing in the wind
Tangled vines hiding
The lost spirits and ghosts that kiss
In the moonlight
Walking deeper into the forest
It becomes darker
The fog thicker
The woods quiet
A woman can be seen from the distance
Who was once fair is now rotten
Smell of roses to garbage smells
Pretty purple dress to mildew-covered dress
Glimmering green eyes to pitch black eyes
She kisses my forehead leaving a trail of dirt
She puts her finger to her lips
Blink
She's gone
I'm awake
When the lights go out
The shadows start closing in on me
The dreams become real once more
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
I have trust issues.
not because I mistook a raisin for a chocolate chip,
but I mistook you as a person who wouldn't hurt me.
Who wouldn't let me be tortured under the world's pressures
You knew I was treasure but locked me away in your cheap jewelry box
So, when I was freed of a year's slavery,
I built my wall
Much taller and stronger than before,
just to hope it'd scare away monsters like you from my door.
Until one learned how to climb.
In time, I let his angel face distract me from his devil's soul
But the guards of my heart blocked him out before I paid another toll.
My wall was built and rebuilt a million times
I installed the blinds and laid alone.
Until a price charming climbed along
or does he belong to those monsters?
My heart says no
but my trust issues say yes
what if he can actually break the spell placed on me?
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
She was a master of disguse,
She always kept a smile on her face, no matter what happened,
She always laughed when someone made a joke,
All of this during the day, people so blind,
Not knowing what she does at night,
Cries herself to sleep, wears sweaters everyday to hide her ugly marks,
Looks in the mirror and the demons inside her head chant, "fat, ugly, useless, stupid, die" over and over again,
She falls asleep to be in nightmares throughout the night,
Still she wakes up puts on her mask and goes to school and pretends her life is wonderful
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC