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Felicia Branch Dec 2018
Everyone knows that I'm addicted.
Apologetic for all the pain I inflicted.

Trapped inside my own private world.
Delirious and hyper, every thought is a whirl.

I'm sorry for all the sorrow and lying.
In denial of all the things that I'm hiding.

Everything is lost, depression I gained.
I never want to walk down this road again.
Felicia Branch Dec 2018
Is there such a thing as a perfect world?
A place without diseases and unknown cures?
A place without crime, taking lives that aren't mine.
A place where things can't be wasted...like time.
Is there such a thing as equality?
Where diversity is accepted in private and openly?
A place where struggle can no longer flow.
And hate can make its home deep in the shadows.
Is there such a thing as a perfect world?
Where peace and kindness is always preferred?
A place where respect and passion can be seen.
And not just a distant thought in somebody's dream.
Felicia Branch Dec 2018
A star within itself imploded.
Gravity at its end, erroded.

All light ceases to exist.
Disappearing in some deep abyss.

Nothing found and nothing gained.
No relief, no certainty, not even pain.

Forever yearning to explore your depths.
Time is abandoned with nothing left.
Felicia Branch Jan 2019
Seductively awestruck.
Aligned colorful chakras.
A cosmic creation.
Third eye realizations.

Calm, collective, and cool.
Reveal the sensual parts of you.
Peace is the only thing I seek.
Protecting my many energies.

Sage the negativity away.
Seize the adventure in every day.
Accept that life can be messy and hard.
Embrace the beautiful soul that you are.
Felicia Branch Jan 2019
You did me wrong, so I had to walk away.
Lies, guilt, and revenge plagued my mind every day.
In my heart you are dead to me. But my body feels things differently.
The way you dominated my very being, on the bed ******* left me bleeding.
I enjoy you wanting to get in deep, hands on my throat thrusting heavily.
We did it everywhere, there was no shame.
In the car, cemeteries, all love no pain.
My body tingles cause it's you I crave.
I'm glad I walked away, yet my heart still aches.
It's hard watching something beautiful like us end.
But I refuse to be manipulated by you again.
I don't miss my ex, I just miss the ***.
Felicia Branch Dec 2018
Powerful parts of the heavenly Divine.
Legacies created and frozen in time.

Hatshepsut, Cleopatra, Nefertari and more.
Destroyed all barriers, opened all doors.

Rest with the honorable deep in death.
Buried in prosperity along with the best.

Writings on the wall revealed to be seen.
All hail Egypt's unforgettable queens.
I always been fascinated with Ancient Egypt
Felicia Branch Dec 2018
Penetrated through my skin. Releasing all this pain within.
Embedded deep with blood ran red. Tired of all these tears I shed.
Bring on the stinging, take on the harm.
You really didn't think my silence was an alarm?
Now to sit here and watch me bleed.
Lacking the love and support I desperately need.
I am no hero, throw away my cape.
I'm a victim of selfishness, lies, and ****.
Sitting in this corner feeling so much shame.
I did this to myself. I'm the one to blame.
I self harmed when I go through these dark cycles with my OCD. I would punish myself because of the intrusive thoughts I deal with.
Felicia Branch Dec 2018
Your words and actions leave me confused. I'm trying to be open and learn to trust you. I don't wanna be led on, analyzed, or lied to. Don't get offended or angry, I'm speaking my truth.

I like that we hang out and like to have fun. That doesn't mean I want our souls to be one. A friendship is present, it only begun. Let's start off by walking, there's no need to run.
Felicia Branch Dec 2018
Robust powerful muscles carrying the ongoing struggle to be equal.
A rugged and coarse crown atop his head held high in defiance amongst his fellow kings.

Stout-hearted and courageous protecting his queen and daughters from the obstinate.
For his sons, setting the example to be a leader and open-minded.

He carries the excruciating burdens of his forefathers in his blood.
The will to overcome and forge ahead embedded in his bones.

The Black Man.
Felicia Branch Dec 2018
Crackling sensations.
Tickling of the skin.
Vibrations in the ear drum.
Explosive echoes.
****** doom.

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