hello moon
it's just you tonight
please try and slow down
don't leave so quickly
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
...And here I lie, alone in my bedroom as it's always been, and as it always will be. When will I be able to embark on my own journey of freedom and satisfaction? These longs hours of fatigue and restlessness are withering my life away and my body is so unhealthy and my eyes are dark and my hair is unwashed and I have nothing. Nothing but me, my bed, and my bookshelf.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
I haven't written
It's been so long
My mind is empty
My heart is hollow
My fingers shake
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
it's 4:39 am
my eyes are wide open
I haven't slept soundly in 2 years
I want to scream
I had hopes of getting better
nothing has gotten better
this isn't a poem
I cry and cry until
I've drained myself of emotion
I cry until nothing is left inside me
no one
notices
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
it has been so long
that I have no remembrance of when it started
when I stopped listening to cheerful music
when I stopped painting with colors
when I stopped eating regularly
what was I like before...?
who do these colorful clothes in my closet belong to?
who wrote these happy poems in my drawers?
who is this beautiful smiling girl in these pictures?
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
I'm thankful for the alcohol in my blood and the smoke in my lungs.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
I would love to say that I am a happy teenage girl
and that I've never drank
and that I've never done drugs
and that I have impeccable grades
and that I have a great relationship with my parents
and that I love my friends
and that I love to see the sun come up
and that I've never hurt myself
and that I've never smoked a cigarette
and that I've never been with boys much older than me.
But I would really love if someone asked me, really asked me, what was wrong.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
I am a beautiful fairy who should be flying around and sleeping on flower petals but instead I am stuck. I am a breathing coffin in the shape of a girl. I am a bird without wings, a Lamborghini out of gas.
I am stuck.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC