late nights
of numb thoughts,
feeling the silence
with dry eyes
and a
sore heart.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
lovesick,
but not in love,
the idea of love
a sweet syrup
that i crave
but never have.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
the words float
through the air,
into my ear
and down to my stomach.
they glow
and make a
warm feeling inside;
my lips turning up,
my back sitting strong.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
friends.
sunlights
gleaming in my life,
giving me
hope and happiness,
when none can be found.
my life revolves
around these,
like the sun
and it's planets
and moons,
keeping life on earth
living.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
i must plaster on
chemicals and colors,
to be beautiful.
i am required
to be plastic,
prim and proper,
servants in my
own lives,
always being
and thinking,
and doing,
exactly
what i'm told.
i am a doll,
a tool,
only there for
the joy and service
of others,
just because i was
born as i am,
something in which
i have no control.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
oh rain,
pounding on the roof,
glossing over the world
like icing on a cake.
most people do not
like you,
fear of getting splashed
by your icy breath.
but i
love you.
the purple-grey skies
you bring,
and the sound of thunder
banging at my door.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
they do not love us.
they break us down,
bit by bit,
crumbling until we can't take it
anymore.
they turn us against each other,
fighting like there's
no tomorrow,
never getting anything done.
they make it so we can't live
anymore,
hate becoming as popular
as television
and violence a
spreading wildfire.
we try to push through
their concrete barrier,
but it will not budge,
pushing us deeper down,
struggling to breathe
as we
drown.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
why are you creeping back?
why now, after we have gotten used to life without you?
how can you let your poison intoxicate me once more?
i was finally free of those toxic memories,
but now it's them i can't escape.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
her shirt was like her armor,
her makeup was her mask,
they protected her just like they could,
and hey, that was that.
outside such a perfect girl,
but inside she was crumbling down,
sadness and numbness crushing her up,
until all she was was a pile of dust.
her perfect mask still stood however,
appearing intact,
but in not so long it would go too,
revealing the messed up girl she was inside.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC