She believes she is dirt
Just the dust of life.
Jumps from the bridge
To rage from the deep.
To feel a beat from inside.
Rapes what was love
For a feeling to rise.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Persecuted of voice
Feet split open
On screaming glass.
Movement incarcerated,
Pain wrenched inside the gut
Breath becomes sharp.
You say you love me
Yet your tongue
Tears us apart.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
She keeps sorrow to herself
Night too day.
Whispers to the wind,
Defenceless to hope.
The senses tingle
When the needle slides in.
No sun will rise
For her broken eyes.
Her body surrenders
To the pale evening sky.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
I am a psychopath
My morals are limp
My mouth speaks trash
****** appetite is wild
I crashed the car for a laugh
I am a ******
. path.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Spring harbour lights
Wash the face
Coffee screeching
From departed bars.
Morning erupts
From the burnt embers
Of yesterday
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
They don't know how it feels
to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken
They don't know how it feels
to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken
They don't know how it feels
to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken
They don't know how it feels
to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open
©
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
Her smile lost
In a crowd of make-up
Endangered suffering,
Alone.
Whispers of history
Carved to the skin.
Cursed by the waters
Cursed and loved
By the wrong hand.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC