16/F/USA I write about my experiences in life and my emotions. Writing poetry is a way for me to vent. It's like a form of therapy. 19 followers / 779 words
My face like a canvas And I am the artist I grab my paintbrush Dipping it in the paint on my pallet I bring the bristles up to my lips And I begin my masterpiece Painting on a beautiful smile For all to see But no matter how realistic my art looks The smile will always be a painting
Sitting in the passenger seat Driving down the highway Cars passing us at the speed of light The music fills the car The sweet melodies Creating vivid images in my mind The figures dance across my vision Like I'm watching a movie I want to stay In this trance like state forever But then my mother speaks And her voice breaks my reverie
An iridescent glow A whisper from the dead Longing to be heard Distant screams Cold breath grazing my neck The agonizing shrieks grow louder Howling winds Rustling leaves Something is behind me Something is following me Lurking in the night The noise is deafening It's overwhelming Overstimulating "I can't do this" And then suddenly It is calm Quiet Peaceful And all that I am left with Is crippling paranoia
Your actions left cuts on my heart. But, like the cuts on my arms, They faded away in the summer sun. However, though the wounds have healed, The memories last forever.
A lowly caterpillar Inching her way to a leaf She spins her chrysalis The sun rises and sets many times But she does not see it Because she has hidden herself away In her cocoon But finally She begins to emerge And she is no longer a lowly caterpillar She has grown wings and can fly away To a better reality
I thought you were a tattoo A permanent mark on my skin A love that lasts forever But you were only the ink of a sharpie After just a few showers You washed away
Drowning in the depths of despair Suffocating As I sink deeper and deeper I hold my breath And grasp on to a sliver of hope That someone will rescue me