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Paper Heart Poet Apr 2020
All the victims and their sin
Burning fire on my skin 
Screaming children of today
Born from fear of yesterday 

I was breastfed the pain of generations 
Drank up their instincts to have suspicions 
Past poisons my bloodstream keeps me in cages 
I’m mentally struggling to escape all these places 

Electric buzzing in the heads
Causing offsprings in distress 
Piercing shrieking, heart attack
Tears of anger, slow, numb death 

Deformed tranquilizer dart 
Broken vocal chords, no art
Paper Heart Poet Apr 2020
Whispers in a scattered household 
Cobwebs hiding tragic secrets 
Spiders eavesdrop, hear all the lies 
Don’t cry, calm down, all will be fine 

I can’t hear
The voice of my grief from the noise of the world
It lies underneath 
The needless advice of those who stayed here 

Blood was the last thing you coughed up 
Instead of words from your mouth, but 
I still did not believe that you just 
Left us when you fought so hard...

I saw myself on the ground 
Disassociated 
In disbelief I denied 
Empty and dead-hearted
Paper Heart Poet Apr 2020
I close you off because it scares me to think 
That in my life you are the only good thing 
Monotonous chores and responsibilities 
I’m living my true life in my own fantasies 

I’m looking for flaws to battle your perfection
I argue to win and avoid the confession 
That I feel nothing without you, you’re my reflection 
But I fear to admit you’re a much better version

I envy your patience and love that is selfless
I’m jealous of you for being so fearless
You have your purpose and fight for it bravely
I feel so little when you’re trying to praise me

Undeserving of you and your glory
Failing to catch up and show that I’m worthy 
All things you do I hold them holy 
Under your light I will always feel lonely
Paper Heart Poet Apr 2020
You say that you’re proud 
That I’m by your side 
You shout it out loud 
While your chest being wide

Am I your crown
Making you feel like a king
Or just a bangle 
Adoring you but meaningless

Am I the light 
Of the candle that illuminates you 
Or just the wax 
The leftover after the fire burns out 

I question myself 
I have all these doubts 
They sit on the shelf 
Covered by clouds 

I think what would be 
If it was not me 
Would you be still happy
If I was nobody
Paper Heart Poet Apr 2020
My ******
A black hole
******* in
My body
Each month
Nonsense
Painful agony
Undeserved and pointless
Mental and physical
Punishment for women
Paper Heart Poet Apr 2020
The curse of being the youngest is that
They don’t recognise their own dysfunctionality
How abnormal is their normal
Convinced about the truth
Yet less knowledge means less empathy
Leading to laughing at you for being you
The younguns should look up
Yet they are the highest
Psychological warfare of the ancestors
Why this why that questioning us
While we question the world not them
****** up wisdom is theirs
But we have clear voyance, crystal
I talk to myself because I can hear me
And they can’t. Won’t ever…
Paper Heart Poet Mar 2020
Silver threads
Between our hearts
Stretching them out
When far away

Close to break
The further we go
Loosening
As we come back

Golden clock, slowing down time
When we’re apart
Running it fast
While holding it

In between our fading arms
Hugging an illusion
Marrying hope
Then losing it

Hanging on, I can’t no more
Loving you
Gives me pain
In the heart, unbearable
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