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Tori Schall Nov 2017
This cursed flower lay wilted
one embrace turns it to dust
it shatters with a single breath
it's been put through too much

When beauty turns to envy
as the flower crumbles away
with one last breath within her
will she fade away?

No one knows for certain
she's fine on the outside
but they don't know the torrent
that pulls her mind astray

these thoughts won't leave her head
they threw her out with the dead
broken thoughts that were tossed away
where beauty once roamed

now only a barren wasteland
of wilted flowers and a grey sun
where the sunlight cast looming shadows
over her head as she lays still

contemplating what would happen
if she left this lonely place
where no one cared
about this cursed flower

she dances around the thought
spinning circles in her mind
but at last, she comes to a conclusion
she will vanish from this life
Tori Schall Nov 2017
When everything you touch
is all gone, turned to dust
where are you supposed to hide
from the monsters deep inside

They chase you in your sleep
you see them instead of sheep
you sleep upon the ashes
of your burned out mind

When every building is just rubble
inside your little bubble
where are you supposed to go
when nothing's left of your home

When every chance you get
you pick out the mistake
but you don't see it
until it is too late

will you fall, or will you run
try to escape your mind
for within your head lying cold and dead
is the body you left behind
Tori Schall Nov 2017
Wanting to change
to rearrange
when instead of helping another
one stands above the other

fighting a battle, a war
not even knowing what for
but they do it anyway
don't care about yesterday

I don't partake
in society's mistake
that boys must act tough
and be equally as rough

A girl must wear designer clothes
spends hundreds of dollars, but nobody knows
wear pounds of make-up just to look pretty
and go around with a million boys, which is just petty

Society is evil and cruel
so I will use my anger as fuel
to rant about their mistake
and hope that my heart won't break

those who don't follow the trend
are forced to make their bodies bend
to fit into school and such
but they are burdened way too much

how does it feel society?
because some of us won't bow down quietly
I am calling out your mistake
to protect the ones who feel worthless, we won't break.
Tori Schall Nov 2017
I watch the time fly
out of reach
from the hands of men
and wishes of children

I watch the time pass
as the sun sets
over time wasted
and love passed

I watched time not last
when you said
you'd love me forever
but now you are with her

I watch the time fly
as you pass by
hand in hand
with her
Tori Schall Nov 2017
Waiting in the silence
for the breath of cold wind
for the touch of warm hands
for the whisper of the trees

Waiting for the noise
the chirping of the birds
the croaking of the frogs
the sound of the disturbed

beauty turned sour
a hand that holds a knife
as the warm blood drips down and down
you could have saved my life

You once said I was horrid
a person with no style
too fat, too rude
but now look at me

Am I pretty now?
All skin and bones
my face covered in red, hot blood
as it drips down my ashen face

Amm I pretty now?
With styled hair
with fake nails
and make-up on

Am I pretty now
wasting away
I just wanted you to say
I was pretty
the beginning is all peaceful, it shows what happens on the outside, and what others will see. But then it delves deeper into the mind of people who fight depression and anxiety.
Tori Schall Oct 2017
The sun falling down
Fire raging through the town
Nothing left but ash

Bathing green with red
Leaving nothing except ash
Blackening slowly

What was once pretty
Covered with smoldering flames
As the flames flicker
Poetry from this morning, another Haiku
Tori Schall Oct 2017
Demons
Dark creatures roam
To tear apart your love
And cause despair and chaos
Monsters
This is my first attempt at a Cinquain poem.
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