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 Aug 2014 Mooseman55
Bella Anima
The walls are caving in
Darkness setting in
Not a single ray of light seeps in
But i like it.

Everyone
Everyone i knew
Everyone i had
Everyone i loved
And still love
Everyone that i gave a piece of me to
turned away
and walked away
with that piece
never looking back.
not even once,

But i like it.

Everyday
I feel as if
I am walking under clouds
That are raining knives
With the knives piercing through me
In every way it could
Just like innocent raindrops.

But i like it.

Each night
I wet my eyes
With my own raindrops
Then i shut them tight
and lock myself away
Repeating the mantra
Don't wake up.
Don't wake up.
Don't wake me up.
But when the morning comes
I will be awake
And my eyes were allowed to be opened.

I have no choice then
I have to get up
And live it away
Bleeding as i walk around
The face of this Earth.

People throwing words at me
as i walk
You need to stop.
You need to get out of this.
Lets find a way together.

But no.
This pain is a drug
That i am addicted to
And no rehab nor therapies
could fix it.

And i
Love it.
Pain is absolutely addictive.
 Aug 2014 Mooseman55
Bella Anima
In my veins you flow.
In my mind you run.
In my heart you live.
In my soul you exist.
Wrote this during exams.
 Aug 2014 Mooseman55
Natalia
but if I am ignorant I am happy
I'm happy- I meant ignorant
Maybe I'm ignorant about my happiness
Or happy that I'm ignorant
I'm really not sure anymore
 Aug 2014 Mooseman55
Adele
Maybe if I step on
enough flowers
or break
enough  
hearts  
I just might forget
I'm made of broken parts
my fave piece </3
 Aug 2014 Mooseman55
Raphael Uzor
"They got...
Sick and tired
Of being...
Sick and tired!"
10w Coined from Fannie Lou Hamer's quote
Tonight -
it's just me
and my cat
laying
on the same bed,
not caring
about each other
and i'm glad, at least -
it's not another
human
who is ignoring me
on the same bed
Thoughts try to escape the prison walls of my mind.
Lingering through my fingers,
And wanting to dance across the paper I scribble on.
They try to express the words that have always gotten stuck on the tip of my tongue.
I can't help but stutter when I try to explain the way I wonder,
The way my mind can race threw thoughts
And I just remain silent.
Silent to all who may care
And silent to all who may hurt me.
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