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 Apr 2017 halioth
Ocean fires

This doesn't feel like my skin
It feels like someone else's body that had my soul injected in

This brain may be mine, but it is a faulty depressed mess
filled with needless information in a constant state of duress

War torn memories of the girl I left
Anger still flowing through the canyons in my head

No ring no matter the beauty could satisfy her spite
No diamond of any size could make me good enough to love her for life

I slip out of this skin when I write
Slowly I shed the love I once held for a blackhole

I came to life the night our butterflies died
The mind is a septic tank.
Either, you let the filth sit there, stinking,
Or, you get yourself *****, cleaning.
 Apr 2017 halioth
purple orchid
I wrote you a love note
It said too much of me,
I set it aflame.
 Apr 2017 halioth
Sirenes
We sat on the floor
You and me
I still feel like a young girl
And you still act like a young man
We sat on the floor
You and me
You said you forget the bad
And only hold on to the good.
We smiled and I saw myself
Within you.
There are lines forming around our eyes.
Nearing 30, you and me...

"Do you know what happens, when you ignore all the bad?"

He said he didn't know

you drift apart slowly, until there's nothing left to remember except the bad

But we didn't know that
When we were younger.
We didn't know.
 Apr 2017 halioth
Ryan Holden
I'm alone,
Nobody around to hear my soft cries,
I hope for hospitality,
All I receive is brutality,
Help,
Somebody must care,
I'm broken and it's not fair,
All I need is a caring hand,
I bury my head into the sand,
It will be easier that way,
Because nobody seemed to care yesterday nor today,

I'm a fraction away from insanity,
Crushed heart in need of help for vanity,
I beg for attention,
Yet I receive nothing but rejection.
Just something I wrote about people who suffer with depression. I wanted to express how they can feel, despite people showing they care, however, they will never truly know. The title represents how they're not alone "almost alone" but they believe they are!
 Apr 2017 halioth
Phoenix32
She is pure, she is genuine;
her thoughts a spiraling vortex of curiosity and imagination

She believes elation is marveling the majestic qualities in all of life's intrinsic manifestations

Enthralled as the sun dances on the tips of blue sapphires strewn across the earth; she feels small gazing the endless horizon in which the sea meets the sky

She leans against the breeze and in this moment she is weightless soaring as far away as the winds will carry her

As the sun slowly tucks away to slumber, and the air begins to cool fireflies take flight and she is dazzled by the hovering night lights flickering about

Bathing in the moons luminescence  as it cloaks the earth;
She finds serenity beneath the scintillating gemstones hung in the nocturnal sky; seeking its most irradiant solitaire

It is in these sublime moments she is happy, she is free
 Apr 2017 halioth
wordvango
silent as
the   middle of the ocean
quiet as the spider in a corner
comforting no one and seeking
none
just being
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