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Misty Meadows Dec 2017
The reasons I pray are much larger
Than self.
I'm ignoring my pain, my debt and
My health.

I don't drop to my knees or clench my
Eyes tight.
I just open my soul and forget all
My fright.

I don't get the chills. I don't hear
Any sounds.
I don't feel the angels fixing
My frown.

I don't see the lights. I don't hear a
Harp playing.
But I do know God hears what
I'm saying.

I'm free of my pleasures, temptations
And such.
I'm not waiting for choirs or a
Healing touch.

I really have no goals when I'm
Praying besides,
To be free from the selfishness of
My mind.
Misty Meadows Oct 2017
Yeah, I dabble in them
Makeshift dreams,
I pull at seams
Like every other
Tameless fiend,
Who hopped through leaves
And maybe even scratched at fleas.
But the way things been,
I gotta feel that shameless breeze.

That vacant wind.
I battled with that
Stainless steel.
"Is she for real?"
You know I gotta take these pills.
**** tasteless meals.
I only ever crave that feel.
So no, it's not negotiable if
We make these deals.

Unless the price is
High
But if I'm not,
Then you decide.

We can be friends if you provide
That holy light,
I seek at night.
I twitch and fight
Them demons...
But you know you'll never meet them,
Right?

They're my friends,
I hide in sheds or
Hide in dens.
And if I'm lonely, then they hide in
Bed.

They take my sheets,
They hover me,
They cover me
From other things
That you can't see,
But I can see.

They follow me,
They hollow me.
They swallow me
Like them pills that I bottled up.

They've had enough,
Of me and my shenanigans.
I handle them, but then they
Start to handle me.
And then, I realize that I can
Barely breathe.

And who's to blame,
Other than the I and me?
The eyes I see
In reflections don't
Mention this.
So don't mention it
When I meet my death
Sentence.
It's only a matter of time,
And I ain't tryna lessen it.
Misty Meadows Oct 2017
Vex
From the purple abyss,
I sip.

I blink, I lean.

Please don't bother me.

I swallow the chalky
Pills.

This feels rather real.

So please don't bother me.

I don't play with them
Blades no more.

No lethal swords.

But please don't bother me.

I get tempted by
Disastrous things.

If you gon' watch me bleed,
At least,
Don't bother me.
Misty Meadows Aug 2017
In my dreams, I always hide and I shut
Them doors tight
Because it feels like I might die in the
Next fortnight.

These apocalyptic thoughts don't
Strike me as a trend.
I feel grief during rest, contemplating
How it ends.

Not complex as the monsters or the
Boogeyman in closets.
But as simple as rusty water dripping
From the faucet.

It's the everyday things that seem to
Cause the most pain.
It's a concept: You can slaughter or
You can be slain.

Danger drifts through the air as
Polluted molecules.
So fear clings to my flesh, rooted in
My follicles.

See, the deadline on life has no real
Estimation.
So every street, every pavement feels
Like my final destination.
Misty Meadows Aug 2017
Pretty, dainty mistakes from the
Hallways.
Sealing love letters and poems--
"Love you always!"
Fragile hearts ain't too hard
To alter.
You gon' leave me? Well baby you
Gon' falter.
You were feasting on my lies,
You dined.
In the end, you was choking on your
Gasps and sighs.
Funny how you cried with your eyes
So dry.
Same amusement you would find
In my deceptive side.
Since you really thought that you
Could get past me,
I had to amplify your pain.
Multiply by three.
Drag it on until the end,
Become your X, Y, Z.
Now, tell me how could you forget
An ex quite like me.
Misty Meadows Jul 2017
With frigid fevers felt in this
Frivolous fairy-tale,

One could only hope they're drowned in
Swamps or dragged to Hell.

Too many times, false prophets have
tried to trick me with their light.

And too many times, the serpent and
Its venom proved me right.

The poison runs freely, and coincides with
Your veins.

The good within your heart
Begs you keep the beast slain.

But what good could that do,
When all despair has breathed you life.

Heard angels won't agree nor
Put up with this strife.

With a long kiss goodnight,
Their complaints run dry.

Watch them slam the gates of Heaven,
Put a lock in the sky.

Try to banish all us fools,
Whom are forbidden by fate.

At this rate, the flames of Hell
Are slowly creeping towards the gate.

White-cloaked demons using
Purity to ****.

Manipulation of the mind
As a rememdy to heal.

Pastors and preachers.
Prejudice militants.

Good and bad seems to relate,
With such diligence.

Attractive ignorance. It's all
Corruption of the soul.

They market you the flames, and
Even deliver you the coal.

But at night when you weep and you
Sob out your sockets,

They rest with sweet dreams.
Your tears, feeding all their pockets.

They try to guide you towards a light
They say can save your spirit.

But like the dark, there's only impact
If you really seem to fear it.

So the fearless are ****** in the
Eyes of the holy.

But in the same breath, please
Notice they are lonely.

The fearless can't stand by the sides
Of the goods and the greats,

But the fearless don't wanna join
The side of the hate.

The hate and the evil nor the good,
So they're doomed.

And yet, it's the good and the evil
Who praise empty tombs.
Misty Meadows Jul 2017
You stab me with the
Dagger of betrayal,
And expect me to stand
With my back towards the pain,
Holding tears in my hand.

I don't understand

Never will I allow it.
That's not how this goes.
I'll let my tears glide to the
Same place my shed blood
Seems to flow.

And then maybe you'll see.
Yes, maybe you'll learn
To not throw fire and flames
And still question my burns.

Our burns, if you think.
That's if, you're thinking
Forever.
Could you withstand such burns
In all kinds of weather?

With temperatures dipping, then
Rising sky high.
Would you still show the same care
As I do when I cry?

No, you would not.
You can't withstand such things.
If you were me, you'd complain
That it stings.

That it stings, that it burns.
That you bruise to the touch.
If you were me, you'd feel
You're never enough.
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