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  May 2018 Red
Constantine
Despite efforts to try to erase you from my mind
i still catch myself wondering how your day is going
who you talked to, whatever drama it is you have now
is this what love is? if so i have it for the wrong soul
if i can convince myself you never had a second thought about me
maybe i can get over this mountain of memories
  May 2018 Red
Jason Saguinsin
I'm trying to contain
the entire galaxy in my mind;
but with you,
the stars and planets align
and thoughts just spill out unknowingly.
  May 2018 Red
BlackAndWhiteStars
she had flaked away her memories
and stepped up
with a ponderous heart,
held by two gentle hands;
and saying goodbye, did she,
as she slipped off her skin,
for the moment blood stains
the kumari's tender soul,
bereaved, will she become,
for a goddess never bleeds.

her feet shall never touch
the tattered, naked ground,
for it engulfs and devours
and burns off the kumari's flesh.
holding her pure spirit, and
  accepting a cruel death sentence,
her quivering soul
cupped but a glimmer of hope,
as the fire would flicker
and lash and whip
as her skin flakes again,
and the kumari vanishes.

but, if she remains unscathed,
blood shall be drawn,
and the gods will tremble and
her body will collapse.
the world will consume her
once again.

a kumari's blood,
drawn, now at death,
trembling and alone,
had she sobbed tears of joy,
for no longer the weight
must she bear in her heart,
of being a kumari;
but a kumari is she,
and the world has not chose her,
but she has chosen to be.

she had withered away,
heart no longer ponderous,
she stepped up.
and her wishes from within
passed on to the fearful others,
held by two gentle hands, and
with a gentle flutter of her eyes,
next to her charcoal stained skin,
had her heart stopped;
for her bejeweled crown had been stained with blood,
and the kumari realized that
she had died long ago.
i worked really ******* this
  May 2018 Red
Dev
I used to think i was special,
the way my hair curled,
my deep brown eyes,
freckle adorned face.

That was before the
insomnia
the nights filled with
hate and sadness

The only deep thing about my eyes now
is the black shadows under them

My hair is limp, and no longer shines with
a naturally gorgeous golden glow.

my freckles have turned to little scars
the mini battlescars of adolescence.

It hurts, I don't feel special
I don't feel different.
If I'm not unique, am i
just another face in the crowd?

I'm a musician,
theres plenty of those to go round.
I produce my own music
So does the guy next door

How am I different
How can I make myself special again?
I want to be but I don't know how.
I'm just the same as everyone else.

Should I dye my hair again?
Get a piercing on my lip?
Doing that won't make me any different from
the people who gravitate round my lower class 'burb.

Sometimes, it feels like my life is a movie
I wasn't given a script
All i know is I'm here
till the credits roll

Maybe, I'll leave the cinema early,
Leave before the movie really finishes
Wouldn't that be nice?
No one really likes awkward horror films that much anyway.
This was incredibly random.
I sorta like the way it turned out
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