Babylyn: Favorites

Feb 2016 Babylyn

You

Feb 2016 Babylyn

Star Gazer

You

Between the nights,
with dimming lights,
I finally knew,
I wasn't afraid to be with you.

You weren't going to turn into the monsters,
that tear at my heart in the night,
You had the care that a heart couldn't foster,
and I somehow knew it at first sight.

You weren't ever going to be Freddy Krueger,
You'd run yourself over with a Kluger,
Than see me in any sort of nightmare,
That is your type of care.

You won't transform into Dracula,
Because with your warm words,
I felt completely spectacular,
and you made sure they were heard.

Feb 2016 Babylyn

A puzzle

Feb 2016 Babylyn

Jax levii

A puzzle

depression is a puzzle
they give you an illustration
of what it's meant to resemble
but when you take the pieces
out of the box
they're all scrambled up
no where they're supposed to be
it takes time
to put the pieces back together
because sometimes the pieces
don't fit where you want them to
but you soon grasp that
that's not where they were meant to be
once your puzzle is complete
you admire it for a little bit
then you detach the pieces
then start a new one
that's what depression is
it's a puzzle

Feb 2016 Babylyn

Commuter

Feb 2016 Babylyn

JR Rhine

Commuter

St. Mary's, I obligatorily board the biding vessel,
I drift from your shores in the midnight hour,
I sail home where I must lay my weary head;

but little do they know,
you are my bedfellow,
St. Mary's.

To the commuters who disperse their being between two different worlds.

#love #sleep #confusion #school #college #identity #education #drive #duality #commuter

Feb 2016 Babylyn

I miss me and my gypsy soul

Feb 2016 Babylyn

Chloe Zafonte

I miss me and my gypsy soul

I have a gypsy spirit
all I want is to be free
the sound of a place beautiful and far away
I can hear it! I need a place where I can be me.
I need to put my soul back into place
back before it became shattered with many heart breaks.
I wish to be the calm person I once was,
not someone who becomes angry
just because. Once what is left of the toxins go away
I hope that I will find me again and will be here to stay.

Feb 2016 Babylyn

She lives in the Dark

Feb 2016 Babylyn

Nicole

She lives in the Dark

Depression is a lonesome soul. She lives in a small house with no lights on. Dark hair and dark clothes, a genuine smile never graces her face. She curls herself into a ball of black, making herself so small that she is barely noticed by most. She brings out tears in the dead of night as people lay in their beds. Gives them the sense of tiredness that can not be fixed with sleep.
Depression has no friends except the thoughts in her head. Wondering if she is good enough, wondering if her life is worth living. Wondering how much longer she will last. She is stuck in hole without a ladder or rope to get out. Falling and falling like Alice, until she reaches her dark twisted Wonderland. Full of things that make people cry or turn their head. Smelling of a potent rose with vanilla, addicting. The silence in this Wonderland is deafening, letting thoughts come to life, screaming. The taste of blood, metallic and of molasses, slow and sickly sweet.
Depression is an addicting woman if you ever meet. Depression is a lonely woman who only wants someone to love and to be loved.

#depression #life #lonely #soul #addicting