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Born Nov 2015
Why am I good at giving advice than I can't keep

Whispers (Don't fall in love, your not ready)

but here I am secretly in ruins
Born Nov 2015
She has the coldest heart but she's warm as a devil
  Nov 2015 Born
Karina Norris-Veirs
It's 5am and she is awake
Something woke her from her fitful sleep
She wanders the halls
          each step getting colder
Taking in the photographs on the walls
She sees a smiling beautiful couple
She wonders if they're  not just the doppelganger, their double
           she sees movement out of the                       corner of her eye
She stops to stare at one in particular
Back then, her hair fuller, nails thicker  
          a soft, cool breeze upon her neck
Then he fell into the water, never to come up for breath    
Since then, she too has wished for death
            she believes she hears his voice whispering in her ear
Today though death will not come
              "I am here waiting for you to come to me"
The sun is up, death is again gone 
                *she turns her head, nothing to see
I decided to make a story out of "Ghost"
This one is more of the back story. Please enjoy, this is the first time I've tried this. The last "chapter" I hope to have finished by weeks end.
Born Nov 2015
Fame
Money, exaction of reality

life, envying their dreams!! perfections

existence full of theories and vexation

this is my perception

like a beautiful lie theirs no affection

always dreaming the same things, there's no end to this circulations

a nightmare, no strength for confrontation

sometimes the thoughts are good but no relations

always sweating, trying to make this icicles

double checking, mixed up, confused with this feelings of  ambiguation

when will this end, illusions
Born Nov 2015
Am so happy we can live a lie
without worrying about the cracks
without knowing they exist

I had a  fight with the devil
just to bring you flowers
I had no idea that you were unhappy
you could have told me
that you were unhappy

                     I had
                                                    a heart  
                              when I
wrote this


I gave my heart to this girl
but I guess she purposely hurt me
I feel angry for nothing
I barely go out in the public

If only they know
what I go through
they wouldn't judge me
I bet they wouldn't judge me
no they wouldn't judge me
No more!

I find light in the darkest places
am immune to struggle
just like am used to  losing people
who'd say I love you

**I had a heart when I wrote this
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