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  Dec 2014 KiingRie
Kyle Dickey
The pain of having a broken heart has nothing to compare,
You never get use to it no matter how many times it happens.
It hurts every time more than I can manage,
You have not only broken my heart,
You've ripped it to shreds,
You've ripped me and my soul apart along with it,
You've left nothing but bone,
No possibility of putting back the pieces to this Humpty Dumpty,
Yet you come back,
You began to put me back together,
You finally finish,
But, just as a child destroys the puzzle;
You start again ripping away my most important piece,
That piece is you...
You're the only one that can put me together or rip me apart as you do...
  Dec 2014 KiingRie
Maman Screams
Forgive me
Today
For I'm done living
Yesterday pains

Forgive me
Today
For I'm breaking
Tomorrow promises

Forgive me
Today
For I don't wish
Staying awake

Forgive me
Today
For all the memories
Forever save

Forgive me
Today
For tomorrow I might
Take my life away...

©2014 Maman Screams
  Dec 2014 KiingRie
ryn
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••••••••••
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sparking at the end
•eating away at my wick•
forcing me into a backward bend•
now by the second I tick...•I am truly
seething•I am... TNT•I am so close to
exploding...•I am...incendiary•it feels
like a crime•but..............there isn't left
much room•it's just a matter of time•
before I finally decide to go...fizz...
fzzzs...sszz...fizzle...ssszzfzz...
KABOOM!
TEBABOH!
  Dec 2014 KiingRie
Emmy
It's so wonderful to feel mountains of emotions so moving in oneself
It creates valleys and volcanic eruptions
That warm the body so thoroughly you believe you may melt
Into a puddle of overwhelming love and joy
How beautiful it is
Like golden sunshine, warming the spots in between the tree branches Full of leaves in late spring
It eradicates the ashen hue in your veins with lavish reds
How warming to the soul to feel a tributary of trust
So deeply embedded in the wholeness of a love
Shared between two people
A strong sense of wanting to better yourself blossoms inside
True love bears vines and trees of fruit in the soul, mind, and body
It paints the dulling colors of the world so glaringly gasping to the eye
Filling one with colors
And out of all the feeling kinds
Color feeling is the loveliest one
  Dec 2014 KiingRie
Julie Artemov
There is darkness all around me.


I have a love affair with color,

But this void won't allow it.

I adore you, Yellow.

I want you, Blue.

Marry me, Red.

This void won't allow it.


This black is becoming me.

Pink, I love you.

Green, I miss you.

Orange, forget me not.

This void won't allow it.


I beg you darkness!

Just one ray of light.

Just a stream of white,

Give me a spectrum.

*This void won't allow it.
  Dec 2014 KiingRie
Twinkle
I once knew a guy
Who had a strange reply
If I would talk about a certain friend
He would say "oh you referring to that black guy."
And if I said about another
The color descriptions came out further
So I decided to teach him a lesson
A few things about color.

I invited him to dinner 
With friends from different races
And when asked to be introduced
I began this way.

I am pink, my friend here is white
She's yellow, he's red, over there are brown and black.
Now with the introductions done, could tell me which color are you?

All I got a was jaw dropping colorless face staring back at me.
Lol...Something different I've tried fir the first time. Hope you like it.
  Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
I'm trying to bleed
running from scar to scar
searching for a rip
a trip in the seams
I'm fumbling with locks
and not enough keys
attempting to untie the knots
watching rotted stitches pop as I grip taut cuts and pull...
There's nothing there...
How the **** am I supposed to care
when I can barely bleed
But the chemicals rush too good
flush through my veins
leaving me breathless where I stood
and now I've left
too numb to sort feelings from the mess
But everything is so on track
every lesion every tear every hidden crack
fills in with pills
focus on the thrill
don't bother with the chills
I've gotta keep my head low.
Lost journal entry. PS bleeding does not always mean self harm. Interpret.
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