Raven Jun 29
Drowning in the Memories
Of sadness and pain,
Growth and progress sprout up
Intertwining with beauty.
I cast off the thunder cloud
And finally take a deep breath in and — air.
The rain dissipates simultaneously with my addictions,
Oxygen floods my veins
And I am awake, I feel alive.
Raven Jun 13
I feel drained, empty on gas.
There is no more adrenaline in me
To push the pedal forward,
To feel the surge of energy in my veins
As my speed rises up, up the odometer.
I am coasting,
Stuck at thirty-five miles per hour,
Flattening my foot down
In an attempt to feel a rush,
Yet remaining the same as before
At thirty-five miles per hour.
Should I turn to the nearest guardrail?
Stop completely and give up?
I am afraid they will revive me,
And I will continue on
At thirty-five miles per hour.
Now stuck knowing,
That there is nothing I can do
To change my course.
Raven Jun 13
Humming through my bones,
This world’s bitter end.
Raven Mar 7
I curl your jacket around my face,
In an attempt to somehow bring you closer to me.
The colored threads interwoven,
Black and white never looked so good.
I long for your arms around me,
Your voice within me,
Your breath on me,
Skin on skin.
Yet here I am, stuck
Inside your jacket,
Feeling empty
Without your love.
Long distance sucks.
Raven Jan 31
You struck me down
I brought you up
You broke my heart
You stupid fuck
My bloody body
Lay by your side
A knife in hand
You laugh with pride
On my hands and knees
I crawl back to you
With bleeding wrists
I whisper, "I love you too"
There's no way out
Of this hell I'm in
Slaughter me now
Consume my sin
You didn't care
About me now or then
So I'm done with you
I won't come back again.
Raven Jan 19
Imbedded not only on my skin but on my mind
Intertwined with the beating of my heart
Salty tears fall onto these wrists
Not melancholy because of what I've done
But rather what I've left
He says my body is temple
And I destroyed this church
Forever in debt to my own skin
Forgiveness encapsules healing but not physically
I am stained,
Inked,
I will never have clean skin.
My regrets of doing something so permanent during a temporary time.
Raven Jan 16
Sitting patiently on the edge,
Heart pounding and stomach knotted,
I prepare to take the plunge.
My conscious warding me away,
The depression shoving me towards.
My palms smell of sweat
And body of untaken showers.
Gripping my pack and lighter,
I walk into the room with overlapping chatter
And head straight for the vodka.
With shaking arms and swelled eyes,
I take a sip of future regret.
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