Young girl in a concrete jungle....full of terror.
She has suicidal tboughts daily because she sees no reason to live...All hope is lost....
She constantly defends herself against antagonist fists...but she flashes a smile while spilling her emotions...she had to learn the hard way that there can never be any chemistry with any guy....why?? Because she was violated by the boy next door....
So no longer are flashy hand bags and heels on her wishlist...her lipstick is replaced with war paint and heels with boots...cause more pain is inevitable with these predators...no nail polish is needed cause she breathes fire....she spits on everyone that told her she isn't pretty enough, skinny enough or smart enough....
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
My GF had a miscarriage. after months of morning sickness and no periods...recordings, pictures, the whole experience...All those books on how to raise a child....one day she woke up and wouldn't stop bleeding...I asked "what wrong"? she just kept crying, and wouldn't stop...I kept asking, "what's wrong, what's wrong?? Words couldn't come out of her mouth but only tears from her eyes....I knew then, we lost our angel...I could feel my eyes being teary but I couldn't...not because she was crying but because I've seen her deal with pain before, but this time, she just broke down...I closed my eyes...because seeing her in that state was too much for me
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
I tell the stillness
of an inner hand
to listen for the
celebration of clapping.
I tell a hand
that holds and spills
temple thoughts
to drink from a
pen of communion.
I tell an incomplete
fist to discontinue
angry tightening
and grasp the best
possible opposite.
I tell a bending
orchestra of knuckles
to discern the source,
and the difference
between imprisonment
and blessed solitude.
I tell a waving
wrist to genuflect
for the safe passage
of afternoon thunderstorms.
I tell a pointy index
to return the wild indication
to a form that is
acquainted and most
familiar.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
Life can be the most ****** up thing...
I sit and wonder how did I get here, where did it all go wrong.
I feel like I'm fighting an endless battle, a new struggle everyday
Flirting and living inside a dream of distress
Drowning in a world driven by carelessness, giving up looks like the only option
I feel like there is no time to rest...I have lost my soul
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Brain cells were lit. Ideas started to hit
The formation of words that fit, the perfect words to tell her.
I wanted to sound legit because she doesn't trust no one
Now I seat, wondering, fearing, doubting , dreaming if she will ever be mine
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
I dream of moments
where there's you and me
fleeting as it is
good things end
And so I desperately pray
with hands so cold
that longs for the light of day
"Let me dream till' I'm old"
Let me dream of moments
I may never have
And when I wake up
Let there be you and me
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
Deep within her soul, She seeks for something, every day of her life.
All she can find is emptiness in her weak soul, everything is not what it seems, everything is not what it was
Her cold heart, searches for love that was promised, but her terrible experiencing made her think love is hell
She knows her thruth, & All she can say is farewell
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC