Misty Meadows

Misty Meadows Mar 2018

Median

Things ain't looking too straight.

They only feel you when it's
Too late.
Please keep that same energy when
My wrists leak that
Cruel lake.

They'll be swimming in regret
Next to the crocodile--

Tears.

They not gonna feel me with their
Heart,
Nor will they listen with their
Ears.
They gonna drown me in their
Fears.

The very memory of me.

The way my brow dripped with
Hurt.
The way my eyes lacked a gleam.

Don't ask me what this means,
Because the average friend could
See.
That where's there's sorrow,
There's no tomorrow.
So death just had its way with
Me.

Misty Meadows Mar 2018

Pal

See, I don't burn bridges.
I jump off of 'em.

No reason to feel guilty,
Just know that I am not
Responsible.

Even with hint after hint,
You sit so comfortable.

Wallow in your silence,
Block my violence,

So that none of this can
Trouble you.

Misty Meadows Feb 2018

Purple Flames

I see no evil, but I speak it and I
Heard it.
When you're friendly with the devil,
Things can kind of get disturbing.

He told me earth is not the place I
Wanna be.
I should reside in the minds
Of those who practice perjury.

So...

I was feasting on them lies
And I was dying for them recipes.

Dining in the darkness
With them demons sitting next to me.

Feeding me my hatred.
Sipping goblets of promethazine.

Then suddenly, they're sinking their
Sharp teeth into the flesh of me.
...

Now I'm hoping and I'm praying
That someone comes to
Rescue me.
But I know that it's my fault.
I should've dabbled in some
Better things.

Now, I'm feeling so embarrassed.
And now, I'm a disaster.
After one small mistake, another
Tumbles right after.

And I'm a writer, so I know
I could've made a different chapter.
But I let the devil sway me
To this tragically ever after.

Misty Meadows Feb 2018

Psychology 101

I don't feel pain. Pain is
Something in your head.
Please believe me. I know this.
It's something that I read...
In a textbook with pages so
Thin, I think I bled,
From the papercut I craved, but
I really meant to dread.

Yeah, I meant to dread it,
But I craved it and I yearned
For the quick sensation of the
Stinging and the burn.
And I was gonna say ouch, but
Didn't I just learn
That pain is an illusion?
So, I guess it didn't hurt.

But what if it did hurt
And I'm really just a sheep?
Scrutinizing all these books,
Always tryna sound deep.
And I wanna feel strong,
But I'm really quick to weep.
Always smiling in the day, but
Hope to die within my sleep.

But when I fall asleep,
I never get the chance to pass.
Man, a silent, painless death is
The only thing I asked.
And I never seem to get it.
And the pain seems to last.
And this shows I didn't learn
A single **** thing from class.

Misty Meadows Feb 2018

Damaged Goods

Hell has no mercy on my soul.
They bless this angel with flames.

I guess I'm only holy by the gift of my
Name.

Not a single love song can save me.
Borderline genius and borderline
Crazy, maybe?

I hope to God, He don't hear me when
I'm struggling.
He always likes to add more **** to
What I'm already juggling.

I get to cussing and fussing over
Nothing,

It seems.

Abusing that syrup has got me
Rough
At the seams.

And I don't follow no meter.

My writing is a reflection of me.
My mirror's been shattered by grief.
And splattered with ink.
I dabble in things that only
Shake and rattle my peace.

It's a never-ending battle with me.

Traffic in my head.
Blade to my wrist.

I kinda hate when I start thinking
Like this.

Misty Meadows Jan 2018

Withered Roses

You been on my mind heavy, but
I gotta let you go.
You're a ghost now.
Stop appearing in my dreams, doing
Shows.
I'm not very entertained. I am
Actually afraid. And if I knew where
It was at, I think I'd come right to
Your grave,
And ask you to knock it off,
Since you never said goodbye.
You don't got the right to pop up in
My head by surprise. And
You don't pay enough rent in the
Depths of my mind
To think that that's where your final
Legacy should reside.
I have now fallen in love with a woman
Who breathes air.
She's got blood in her veins and
Doesn't cause me despair.
She's more than just a picture of the
Capture of a stare.
But why tell you this? You'd just say
You do not care.
But this is vital information, that you
Really need to hear.
I don't wanna close my eyes, fall
Asleep, and you appear.
I loved you in the past and I'll always
Love you, dear.
But the wrath of your absence can't be
Something that I fear.
Of course, I'd like to close this off with
Something great.
But I'll have to end it abruptly.
Something much like your fate.
And I hope that in death, you resist
To give hate.
And I hope that you can leave me
Alone with a clean slate.

Misty Meadows Jan 2018

Sunday

Sundays for me, are the top edge of
A skyscraper, that I dare to tiptoe
Off of and come rushing down its
Heights,
Like those pennies they say can put
A hole in your head if it hits you.
I don't wanna be the hole in your head.
I wanna be the dent in the concrete,
On Sundays.
On Sundays, I wanna be the one that
Sleeps under bridges in a careless
City because on Sundays I am just
As careless and this is all too much for
Me. On Sundays,
I throw in the towel because the
Last match of the week has left me
Weak
And I am not Cassius Clay.
I am more like the Sunday papers,
Crumpled up and expected to recycle
Myself.
And after being reduced to nothing week
After week, Sundays feel like death.