Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Cylia Mar 2019
Throw my heart in a locket,
But I'll hide it real deep in your pocket,
And maybe one day you will find it,
and hold me real close where you won't loose it.
Cylia Feb 2019
Inside I’m lively, outside I’m deadly
All around my body
I’m messy, I’m carefree.
Inside I’m fine, outside I’m happy
Everyone around me
Keeps falling, keeps breaking
Inside a key lies
Outside a key hides
All of the things that I thought real
Hidden
but barely
Forgotten
quite fairly

Inside I’m lively, outside I’m deadly
No one out there can figure me out clearly.
Cylia Feb 2019
All of these thoughts keeps quivering
                    Melting my bones quite vividly
                               Laying right down very         quietly
                     Eyes barely opened
                                                        My­ mind
                                                is always
                                                            roam­ing.
Why bother in keeping them all in?
         When my mind is almost falling
                         Boiling down into nothing
Like a puzzle piece, it’s breaking...
          In my mind I can hardly speak
My body, vibrating
My veins, left shivering
And yet I keep repeating all of these woah’s in high places
All of these unidentifiable faces
Deja vu, mistaken
                              by
                                   dreams
Masked into reality
Deluded by poVeRTy
UnderSTANDing the world with a mEssed uP society
...And then you figure out that you’re only caught up in a daydream made up by you’re own twisted fantasy-
W     A      K      E        U     P    !
you told me,
s   l   o   w   l   y
where I can hear you
calmly, so patiently,
Words that left me unknowingly unpredictable and yet I can’t stop talking,
Where that wordplay, I wouldn’t say uncomfortable
But more of a delicacy and yet...
                                                         I melt.
Slowly.
                  
                      M   E   L   T.
Cylia Jan 2019
Not that I wear my heart on my sleeve
but locked away and keyed
How can I know that I can trust you with it?
That’ll make me believe than what you’re telling me?
Cylia Jan 2019
10,000 words written in one word.
Can’t blame myself of what I feel.
Or what I say, I can’t complain.

These words that flow,
straight out of my head.
I can’t complain, it’s who I am.
Cylia Dec 2018
you say that but it’s not.
You don’t want me to worry but I can’t.
I feel like you’re hiding something but you won’t let me in.
Cylia Dec 2018
Words caught in my lungs.
can't breathe, no one but me.
Eyes to lazy to see
but the world has taught me to stand correctly,
perfectly still where the darkness can't touch me.
To where I can't hear the whispers behind me.
To where all the yelling and screaming have left my body.
Next page