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UA Oct 2018
Sweetly loving on my lips, swooning when you grab my hips
Sweet as honey with every sip, causing my intoxication
To bite your lip, and grin at me, drowning me deeper in serenity
Your lovely tongue, oh my, a heatwave to my mind
You've awestruck me with many waves of this pleasure
Strong enough to send the innocent into whiplash
You handsome brute, taking everything else out of my sight
My legs turn to jelly when you hold me so tightly, I've lost this fight
Causing waves of commotion a force of ***** insanity forming

Let my melody drug you, Our experience won't be boring
As my seductive lips craft your every moan, calling me, echoing
Your eyes fall back and you'll fall into a rippling sensation of bliss
All along I've been your gift
Making dreams come true in just the simplicity of a kiss
Sometimes love bites
But, you like that I insist
5.5k · Jul 2018
75% Chance of Showers
UA Jul 2018
Sometimes it's hard not to fall down.
Clouds have a way of relating.
My mind just gets so foggy.
And then I get tense.
And then I lose all power.
...
Eventually, I'll cry.
But there's only a 75% chance of showers.
Not every time I'll cower.
2.4k · Sep 2018
gнσѕтℓу Admirer
UA Sep 2018
As you sit up
A few rows forward
Or a few rows back
There is always someone watching shyly
Admiring you...
Wishing to talk to you...

When you wander the halls
With a friend perhaps
Chuckling and mucking around
Yelling how unattractive you are...
There is someone that deeply desires...
To run up to you and sweep you off of your feet
Or to simply kiss you upon the cheek.

When you see that person you crush on so heavily
Wishing they would see you, but can't even hear you
Every time they smile, you buckle and sigh
Because they will never smile at you the way you wish they would..
There is someone smiling at you...
Yet you can't see them...
Wishing they could wipe your sorrows away...

When you go home and swipe through your phone
Watching the pictures of couples
And people sharing a night together
You picture yourself forever in this scene...
While someone wishes on the other side of the screen
Wishing that you could see their eyes
And read what they gleam

You may feel alone...
****...
Worthless...
Forgetful...

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.

But you don't realize one little thing...
Even you...the one who feels the most replaceable...
You have a ghostly admirer...
Thinking about you from a distance
Never to approach you, because you may not like them...

Maybe you're the ghostly admirer...
Wishing you had the guts to change the forbidden tides
To make the way for the other guys...
And yet all it takes is for that person..or you...

To believe in ghosts...invite them in...and
Just maybe...
Your ghostly admirer will come right when
You need them most.
Never wait to appreciate once it's too late.
1.7k · Aug 2018
My Murderer
UA Aug 2018
He comes for me when I'm sleeping,
He comes for me when I'm awake,
He won't stop freaking obsessing,
My heart cannot get a break,
Why won't he leave me be,
Can't he see my panicking,
He's everywhere I can see,
He won't ever let me free,
I feel my throat closing in,
He'll just revive me over again,
I can't leave him alone anyway,
He can't leave me be for my sake,
Harder to **** every single day,
Distraction is key but I won't get my way.






My mind's a murderer,
A real ******,
Imagine being locked up,
Somewhere inside limbo,
Not being allowed to freeze,
**** near hard to breathe,
For my sake, I need some peace,
My mind doesn't know how to cease.
1.5k · Nov 2018
Make Me warм Again~
UA Nov 2018
Poured a potion into a glass
I must pause pain just for the day
Make breaking down a distant past
A few gulps in, lots less to say

Numbing the cold cumbersome wind
Feeling the nice, warm, sensation
Silent smiles, eyes rolling in
I've missed this lone meditation
I know I will wake up brought back from the potion
However, I didn't think I'd stay forever
I used it like it was just another session
A ritual of calm where I could be less altogether
UA Aug 2018
Oh Summer Tree, oh Summer Tree
So many things you get to see
Oh Summer Tree, how big are thee
I wonder what you can tell me...








"thєrє íѕ ѕσmєthíng thαt í mαч hαvє

α ѕtσrч ѕєttlєd ín mч crσwn

  mαч thч ѕσul вє quєnchєd wíth thíѕ tαlє

ít'ѕ quítє thє ѕtσrч ѕσ prσfσund"
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There used to be a boy quite sharp
He lived inside a place like hell
However, he'd not fall apart
That's something everyone could tell

Another boy afar away
Who lived inside a darkened land
He almost gave his life away
But light from kin had used their hand

The boy of hell was well quite known
A pretty one of rumors told
No one knew what he was in for
You would think someone's soul was sold

The darkened boy with eggshell skin
He lost all but his saddened mom
She melancholy from her grief
He was the one who reached the calm

The boy of hell had hellish kin
One from drug kings, one from fight queens
He saw it all when mother worked
Under the ground in ****** scenes

The mom of dark hated her son
The one who got to live a life
She left him for the streets and drugs
Still there, yet somehow out of sight

Hell boy did hate his upbringing
He did not want to be like them
For school was his way to winning
No way he could live in that realm

This is where dark boy had lost it
And this is when he tried to fade
Light’s hand gave him a wake-up call
Granny, from the states hell boy stays

Hell boy conquered a tough challenge
Till one of fire ignited
His mom and he was asked to leave
Dad’s greed came from what he sighted

...










"lєt mє tєll чσu thíѕ hєrє ríght nσw

чσu knσw thє ѕtσrч єndѕ nσt hєrє

thє tαlєѕ tσσ lσng, wє muѕt dívídє

wє ѕhσuld ѕkíp tσ nєw pαrtѕ tσ tєll"
...










Oh Summer Tree, oh Summer Tree,
Can you go on, please keep telling,
I want more, yes, your stories sear,
I wonder how did they get here,
We will move on, not here but there,
Part 1 will come when coasts are clear.
I wouldn't see the point in continuing this story if no one likes it. We'll see, but it's up to if anyone even sees this.
1.2k · Jul 2018
ᏉᎥภꂅϮ♅Ꭵᕱ
UA Jul 2018
Dripping down into the well
The rain may go and start to dry
A little girl goes by and sings
Her soul so bright and cool this night
But as she sings, the night is old

A boy comes near the window pane
He sees her grace, she minds her time
At once the motion then sat tamed
A colored light formed from the girl
Something not normal to this world

The boy sat struck by awe and lost
A thing rose up, it's smile curled
As tall as lights that line the streets
It stood in stealth as shadows creeped

The girl had not the mind to scream
Instead, she smiled with the being
Their eyes burned bright right at the boy
It sure did scare his little bones

He rushed away and closed the drapes
No way he'd go back to the pane
Now nights scare him and little girls
Who'd think a thing to seem so real

At school, he chose to sit alone
Till she came and sat by his heel
His fear held his voice down in jail
No one could know that he saw hell

She smiled sly and walked away
He clutched his heart, no words to say
Her shadow grinned before the shade
And then he saw her body fade

He couldn't get them out his head
No matter where he went to hide
From school till home he wept with dread
He felt fear climb up his spine

He gave the girl a name he'd yell
A name only made for a fiend
He used to hear it down the well
The same name that she liked to sing

He said the name before he slept
Summoned her up into his room
Before he knew what he had done
His bed became a slumber tomb

His parents never knew of this
Until they wandered for his wake
They found her name written in scrapes
"VINETHIA", they said in pain

Their home had died along with them
No one knew where their bodies went
No one tells of this tale at all
For it may cause something to switch
Don't say her name
1.0k · Nov 2018
Hexed
UA Nov 2018
I'm complicated
Imperfect
And Insecure
The Gullible
A Troubled one
Emotional
Full of bad thoughts
Not at all cool
A sensitive
Conflicted
Catastrophe
A full story
I'm not unique
Kind of a geek
Sometimes silly
Chatty
Yet Shy
I really try
Sometimes I cry
I know I'll die
Life is no phase
I couldn't lie
888 · Oct 2018
Ghost Moth
UA Oct 2018
Maybe you don't really get it...
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I am a ghost moth,
An **** nothing,
And as I fly up,
I'm called disgusting,
However I know,
They cannot see Me,
Cause I'm a ghost moth,
An **** nothing.

No one can see me,
They love pretending,
They all grow weary,
Now they are leaving,
There isn't a light,
That won't come stinging,
I'm all alone now...

No news that I see.

I cannot be squished,
Although I do wish,
I've seen my future,
There's nothing to miss,
I always yearn love,
Love does not yearn me,
Not the parent stuff,
More like romancing,
When will I get it,
I've been cursed and stung,
No light in my eyes,
I wish I were done.

You will find someone,
That helps my curse grow,
Like it works backward,
It reverses flow,
Tell me I'm lying,
I'm only crying,
Why can't I wake up,
It's worse than dying.

Now to the ending,
I want apathy,
Drowning my sorrows,
Numb in my sighing,
When the light does fade,
It will then get cold,
Wasted my one wish,
Dead young, I was told.

I do deserve this...
I feel so careless,
The moth that's like me,
Hope that you are bliss...
858 · Sep 2018
Ghost
UA Sep 2018
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Dear Diary,

I am a ghost. I don't know how long I've been this way, but It's my reality.

I've smiled with people who can't see me. I've laughed and made conversation with shadows. Sometimes you forget that you can't be seen...or heard...or even thought of.

I like to watch people live -- questioning the actions and thoughts they feel. Oh, yeah, I can hear their thoughts. Vile and sweet...mixed into a bowl like candied poison.

Sometimes I get lonely. It can get bad...like...really bad. Have you ever wondered why ghosts get so aggressive?... You probably know them as poltergeists. That's when we get so tired of being alone...something comes over us...

It's not like we see each other...no...ghosts are solemnly solitary, unfortunately.

So...yes, there you have it...something I wanted to get off of my chest -- the nonexistent one.

I am an utterly, unfortunate, miserable, somber, quiet, insane, and hurt Ghost.


You're welcome.
Are you a Ghost?
811 · Oct 2018
Enemy: October
UA Oct 2018
I'm not a fighter
Yet, I'm like a silencer
So, you should see the red signs.

You snuffed all of the heat
Which makes you my enemy
Know that means that you should hide

You and deception
Mouth your confessions
Don't let the blue dagger slip

For you are beneath me
You love when I'm hurting
Hope you're the next one to trip

A snake can be heavy
Their bites can be crazy
Look I have lost my ****** mind


Yet here I am, ready
My actions are steady
You've once called me one of a kind


Now you will see many
Come shadows of plenty
I hope you swallow your pride


You've never met crazy
Your sight might get hazy
Get ready for a real ride

790 · Sep 2018
Feel Me
UA Sep 2018
You may rip a paper heart
And it may solve your problem too
Or watch the water come and start
To drench it till water falls through
As birds may fly into the sky
or dive into the dancing sea
Don't ever try to clip their wings
Unless you know what that will mean
You selfish little waterbug
Come to collect it all for you
Or get crushed under someone's heel
Watch your life underneath their shoe
Till death may do you ever part
Sons cursed to fake their every kiss
Left lonely and without a heart
Sociopathic son of a witch
718 · Sep 2018
Poet's Vanity
UA Sep 2018
It's easy to pretend to be this wise owl, dancing around with the words of your mind.

Raising your head to look down on others...oh, you didn't know that that is a poet's kind?

Some forget that a poet's greatest feature is their power to think...

But others will say that that isn't at all true. It's their power to snake around until they've settled down.

A poet's wise moments can be the same as a crow being an omen. Evil in certain settings and simple in others...

Don't use your wisdom as a dagger to shank down your enemies and fuel the worse in humanity...

Don't turn a blind eye to someone or many whose on the brink of insanity...clapping when someone dances in the words of love or nostalgia...vile for poets to even consider it wisdom...


Where is the wisdom inside of a lie...why bother...why?
716 · Sep 2018
Don't Summon MyᎠҽʍօղ
UA Sep 2018
You'll wish you were dead, you shouldn't play with fire,
Now I am in your head, your underneath my tire,
Please rest your soul on the bed, bounded down to my game,
Heed the words I have said, I'll make you go insane.

It's like a crazy wonderland,
Nothing looks weird to me,
Of course, It's mad to the sane,
But that's what you may see,
Like I am a Cheshire cat,
Smiling ear-to-ear,
A prey as small as a rat,
You will only feel fear...


Let's change the vibe, ѕнαℓℓ ωє...


Black and white, a checkerboard,
Your battlefield for my playground,
A cat, a mouse, four claws then squeaks,
You will never ever be found,
Don't think I pursued you, My҉ d҉ear҉,
I can't summon any demons,
You did, however, summon me,
Your act will be judged as treason....



:)
...
654 · Sep 2018
FALL [I]n Anniversary
UA Sep 2018
Ye does not know what's to come.
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Forests come falling down like ash.
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And must the colors cease to one?
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Let death come with snow in its wrath.
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With me, a weakened soul remains.
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An evil tried to break it down.
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But ye of only little faith...
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Can't see that my soul sings aloud.
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Oh, October has shed its tear.
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With nothing, all left to remain.
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But dead leaves always settle here.
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Where I may stand up in the rain...
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For ye of only little faith
A light with wings protects me
Here Winter comes with frozen fangs
Let it not ever prosper

Let no evil prosper.
643 · Feb 9
Cupid
UA Feb 9
Lately,
I've been thinking 'bout you,
You've put a spell onto me.

Maybe,
Pure love'll make something new,
A future I want to see.

Crystal blue polka-dotted skies,
I wish I knew love could be this fine,
Tell me a story, do you love me,
I'll be a party, let's make a movie

Lately,
I've been thinking 'bout you,
When I feel this type of free,

Play me,
A song we can mingle to,
My soul is ready to sing,

Is it just my mind, you're so ******* fine,
Just like my love, and a bottle of red wine,
You're my favorite story, replaying till the morning,
You've captivated me, now I'm stuck, because...

{^^^Lately...}
;P When I sang it, I thought it had potential.
620 · Nov 2018
Sardonic Smile
UA Nov 2018
I'm a stable chaos
Living lucidly lost
Destructively balanced
With life and death crossed
I'm a cursed romantic
A solitary horror
My path is satanic
I'm bounded to torture
My feelings fade dimly
My care will start dying
This world has grown quainter
There's no point in trying.
617 · Feb 26
Why Do You Care
UA Feb 26
Why? Darling, did you not know,


If ghosts could truly sing
Let them sing for you
Cause you've woken me from the dead

And if the sun could turn into a diamond piece
It'll go to you, let it be said

You're the light of my life, and you brighten this Earth,
You're a star, you're my sun, and I orbit you because it's what you're worth.

From afar, I can see, and up close I believe that your warmth is my serenity.

I love you, and no holiday is needed for you to feel it.
A gift can start there, but nothing can take my love for you away, other than Death himself.

So, my sweet and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious darling, my prince, my princess, my everlasting potato, my warming sun, my cooling moon, and my so much better than better half.

My love for you is my only excuse for falling so deeply in awe when I stare at you.
To: Food
From: Me
586 · Jan 30
Too True Tuesdays
UA Jan 30
I was fine before I met you

I was broken, but fine...

I was lost and uncertain,

...But my heart was still m i n e

I was free before I met you

I was broken but free

All alone with a clear view

But now, you're all I see..

HEY, wait a minute

No, you can't do this to me, wait a minute

No, that's not f a i r...hey, wait a minute

You're on me like jewelry,

I really liked you, now i'm so scared!
~Gwen Stefani - Make Me Like You~
456 · Dec 2018
ℂᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ
UA Dec 2018
Repelling
Relations
Resetting
Rotations
Regretting
Compassions
Em­bedding
Sensations
Suppressing
Emotions
Forgetting
Formation
Sett­ling
Stagnation
Corrupting
Narration
416 · Oct 2018
Entropy
UA Oct 2018
F l o a t , mydear , i n t o  a  n e w  r e a l i t y

T h e  o n e  h e r e  i s  a  s i m u l a t i o n

O u r  f u t u r e

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m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rTr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rSr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rWr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rRr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rAr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rTr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m e m b e rr e m 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Boo
Happy Pre-Holloween
408 · Dec 2018
Mirror, Mirror
UA Dec 2018
Mirror, Mirror,
One so tall,
Why can't I rise, unless I fall?

Who will come to me when I call?
Will there be anyone who saw?

I don't want to be embarrassed.
From big to small I'll go and be.

Feeling as weak as a wee mouse,
But as small as a little flea.

Oh, Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Who will come to my aid at all?

Will I end up having to crawl?
All by myself, an empty doll.

Is it so sad that I'm afraid;
To be alone, ignored, they say?
I don't want to be lost at bay
When I fall from the sky, that day.
401 · Mar 22
вяσкєи
UA Mar 22
Desperately grabbing on to imaginary safety, hoping that maybe
just maybe, they'll save me.

This is no virtual reality, but it's hard to see reality when the fast pacing of ghosts and goblins are racing to neglect you as if you weren't ever here, to begin with...

This endless stress I'm feeling is a confession of my LACK of pity
because I feel like it's fitting for this circular way of ending

Spinning in this pattern
Fending for myself on an endless pasture
Demons and shadows, I call those the normal
Opposing humanity that lacks reality
Blinded by the constant wall we bring together
Formally restraining the legs, because we think it's better

"What's the weather"
A constant concoction of tales and tallies for the repeating day
Like a feather, the weight of these lifeless questions couldn't keep the ocean at bay

"What else is there to say"

It's not about what you say that will matter anyway,
Although the power of words is often underestimated,
Keep in mind whom invests in you and what you say,
For those will be you're biggest assets and liabilities.

But if you insist, say what you value, and value what you say,
Because your actions will amount to what comes from them at the end of the day,

Constantly tiptoeing over words like an *** drunk and stumbling over grass

We value the past, abusing it until we've drained it of any real mass it once had, excusing what we do, based upon the past

Forgetting that the past is so close yet fastly becoming the last player in this race in time,

What kind of journey must we take to pick what we say, what we do, what we feel, what we value,

giving our value to ourselves, excusing someone else's hell and making it about an experience that we still dwell on,

our experience

forgetting the rotating reality around us never really rotated around us, but it around it, around it, which we are apart of, silently sending chaos into its sight as we see fit


fright...we should feel because this multiple concoction of words is really a riddle, hidden message, pleading for safety, which may never come, fiddling my thumbs as I write this passage,

Paving a plea that may one day be seen and actually pondered...
Or maybe left, neglected, as expected, not graced even lightly with another soul's wonder.
384 · May 2018
ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʙᴜʟʟʏ
UA May 2018
Dear bully,

Why bully me?

Is it because I'm not the brightest?
Is it because I'm not the most bubbly?
Is it because I'm not unbelievably loving?
Or maybe...
Is it because I exist and that alone?

My dear sweet bully,

Do you like it when you hurt me?

Does it quench your thirst when I struggle to hold back my tears?
Are you satisfied when you become one of my many fears?
Do you keep an eye open for the knife that may end your night?
Or maybe...
You just like it when I'm vulnerable and broken because you feel better about your cracks.

Finally, my undying bully,

What would it take for you to stop bullying me?

Do you want my bloodlust craving blade to open your throat?
Or maybe just a kiss to end your petty attention to me...ew
Maybe you don't want anything but to be better, because you envy me...
Or maybe...
I disturb you because I remind you of who you can never be...

So let me ask you one final time...
Daddy, why must you bully me?
382 · Sep 2018
The Sea of ēÿēß
UA Sep 2018
I can't help but shake when the sea of eyes consume me...
Malicious waves of judgment slamming over, slapping my skin and my sanity...
Why do I get so freakishly angry?
Why can't they just pretend not to see me...
Are they even looking at me?
The sea of E̴̢̡̻͎̟̻͚̤̠̩̤͈y̴̡̨̡̲̯̝̟̭̪̥̩̤͖͓̱͖e̴̢̨̡̘̮̣̳̯̬̱͚̪̣͔͖̬̯̰͔̩͓s̵̡̯͚̩....­




I can hear their cries...
Pleading, Retreating, Seeping, Believing...

Why must the eyes glare at the unknown..
Preanticipating results like one does when gambling..
One by one they all go down
The darkness finally all around.

The eyes fade sometimes and then they appear.
The sea...the sea of E̴̢̡̻͎̟̻͚̤̠̩̤͈y̴̡̨̡̲̯̝̟̭̪̥̩̤͖͓̱͖e̴̢̨̡̘̮̣̳̯̬̱͚̪̣͔͖̬̯̰͔̩͓s̵̡̯͚̩....­is what I fear.
379 · Mar 4
Ladder
UA Mar 4
The days that
Descend aren't what
Should be scaring us today
But how we use those gradually
Ending days that seem to only become
More chaotic and predictable and unoriginal
Almost as if it was all being crafted to make a big
Picture, that once done in its appearance and vividness
We will be mortified by the outcome and want to hide in fear. ====
|For|There|To|                                              ­                                  ╠╣
|Be|A|Ladder|               ­                                                                 ­╠╣
|For|Change|There|                                            ­                           ╠╣
|Must|Be|A|                                                   ­                                 ╠╣
|Sacrifice|For|It|           ­                                                                 ­ ╠╣
368 · May 2018
ᗪᗝᗰᎥᑎᗝᔕ
UA May 2018
Things go down when the dominos fall,

I would know, I watched them fall

The scene imprinted in my mind

Lives crippling from out the sky

I'm slow in motion, I can't help

I'm just like you inside this hell

Although I wish I couldn't see

I'd rather silence from the pleas

I feel like I'm going insane

Watching the effects take their place

A choice was made, a result after

So much beauty made from disasters.
Not meant to rhyme...kind of rhymes
353 · Sep 2018
Death's Door
UA Sep 2018
Don't look at me!
I feel so hideous.
Begging on Death's cold porch.
A peasant to the poor.

Oh, woe is I!
Moi can't take this any longer.
I've been rejected by this world.
Life's grip has left me to wonder...

Why should I settle for life?
I didn't know my options.
Death's door is just right here!
I come to the ground as with all of my tears.

It's time I leave my Life.
Although he's so precious.
I'm cheating on him for Death.
So please, just let me in!

Although Death could take me...
And do it without effort...
No one has opened up.
And now I'm regretting my mistake...

I don't want to go back...
But I cannot stay here...
Death didn't take me In.
That's something I should fear.


I guess I'm stuck in pause.
Living with the Limbo.
Between Life, my ex and Death.
I have no one to settle with.

I will never wake up...
In a way, Death took me anyway.
Life still comes over too.
Fighting for me even though I said I was through.
Analogy
349 · May 2018
Shadow Poets
UA May 2018
We stand in the shadows
Clapping
Full of colors
We're happy for you
But don't you forget
We live in the shadows
Though our words may seem hallow
Might our theme seem so shallow
We can't forget our emotions and drive
We can't regret our choices or cries
You can't diminish our silent whys
We sing in the shadows
It's a bittersweet disguise.
337 · Sep 2018
Tell ησ σηє
UA Sep 2018
Close your eyes
Don't say a word
Be of surprise
Nothing was heard
Don't bat your eyes
Don't make a move
Let us cut ties
We don't leave clues

Romanticize
Stitch up your lips
Don't you realize, you *******
You need to run
You better hide
Not even you
Can see this side
Don't mutter words
That holds a gun

Or you will pray
When I am done.
336 · Jan 12
In Sync With A Siren II
UA Jan 12
I've sung with a siren,
And I learned that day,
The sea is as heavy,
and cold as the bay,
With wonders come many,
Those lost out at sea,
They don't know the troubles,
They think that they're free,
Till trouble comes singing,
They cheer and they shout,
"We've become great men with true freedom, no doubt",
From cheering to crying, now tranced and at ease,
They come in lured by the song, covered in peace,
They fall into waters, their ship is destroyed,
Restrained to no freedom, the sea will devoid,
Make feasts before sirens, assuming their might,
If only they were humble, they'd be alright,
Now left with the cold blue sea, gone by the night,
The more you control,
Then the weaker your sight.
UA May 2018
I scream and I scream and I scream and I scream

Yet you cannot hear me

They're ripping me apart, I beg your attention

Not for submission, but for some peace

I doubt you can understand me since I'm speaking in riddles

But I speak as clear as air...

I scream and I scream and I scream, please help me...

But I'm silent

I'm quiet...

And as I try to breathe, after being forced to hold my breath

I need to breathe...I'm suffocating

You've put me on mute

You've clogged your ears with hypnotic vibes

You don't even realize there are vines gripping around your heart

A seed has been planted


I'm being stabbed in the back of a van, begging for help

Screaming for help...

And yet they jog the sidewalk

They've put me on mute.

Now let it sink in........

My lungs are collapsing as I die of the incapability to breathe
The only help I have is intentionally muting me
I am valueless when I am simply one grape out of a bowl of fruit
As I'm stabbed by demons, only I can hear my screams
The human lens is cracked
What you see is not real
I am not in need of pity
I am in need of your will
Get new lenses
Someone needs your help
Don't put me on mute...for your comfort.
I'm an advocate of those who are silenced, suffocating, and dying for the chance to breathe...
329 · Dec 2018
May The Storm Come
UA Dec 2018
If there was a button to erase existence...

Good memories
Bad memories
All that lives within existence
Everything you care and lack care about
Gone and devalued...


Would you press it?
320 · May 2018
ᵁᴺˢᵀᴬᴮᴸᴱ
UA May 2018
Don't get stuck inside your head

It's a place of only dread

Loneliness is not a friend

Here I am falling again

One may call me unstable

I would rather be playful

Smile bought up for this course

I can't help but to feel forced

I hate twitching with this rage

Why does my body feel caged

Falling back to Wonderland

Sometimes madness is my friend
Not done. This is only the beginning...
315 · Apr 3
People...Ugh
UA Apr 3
People.
They're like the weather.
Not all sunny days are warm.
Not all rainy days are relaxing.
Not all stormy days are intimidating.
Not all warm days are enjoyable.
Not all foggy days are thick.
Not all snowy days are ****.

People...
They can be extremely predictable or not predictable at all.
301 · Apr 17
Homeless
UA Apr 17
I don' like this feeling filling, festering inside of me.
A boiling juice of jaded envy, too much of it to really see.
I've not a home where I exist but call me crazy, you'll insist,
I feel alone in all of this, but when I share, I'm just dismissed.
Black cat in a field of gold, my lore is just a timid gist.
288 · Mar 17
Dolly Polly
UA Mar 17
Distant dolly
Dancing alone
Till she's falling
And she is gone
When she's spotted
The Game begins
Hear that calling
Don't let her in
Why's she crying
Do not be tricked
She is trying
To get you sicked
On by polly
Her teddy bear
He that pulls out all of your hair
286 · Jul 2018
5|END|Whimper|5|END
UA Jul 2018
I whimper
No tear was shed
I'm not that scared
Nor am I dead
I will not run
Nor shall I hide
I'm standing tall
Not out of pride
Call me your toy
Break me till down
I'm not that weak
I'm lucid, sound
With all this light
And shaded seas
I feel a battle within me
Screaming I shan't
Nor will I grin
I know the end
I know I'll win
I hold a hand
Not one, but three
I'm carried up
No shade on me.

°†°
IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS GO THROUGH THE 1-4 ! THIS IS A 5 SET STORY THAT IS BASED ON ALL OF REALITY AND IS NOT TO BE TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT! PLEASE READ ALL 5 AND NOT JUST ONE! IN ORDER 1-5 NOT 5-1 OR ANYTHING ELSE OF ORDER!!
286 · Feb 26
From Me, To You
UA Feb 26
Someone is looking
My soul is shaking
Maybe I've lost my mind

Maybe I'm crazy
Can you come save me
I think you're one of a kind

Put on my dressing
Can't stop obsessing
I envy the light you shine

You're so testing
Now I'm confessing
You're all that's on my mind
To food
From me
279 · Aug 2018
Warm.
UA Aug 2018
You are not a snack.
You are not a meal.
You better not be a mess.
You are nothing more than...
well...
A home.

You are a home with a room for every memory.
You are what people miss and run to when they're scared.
You are what we think about when we need love and warmth.
Safety and reflection.

You are not a vacation.
No one uses you to escape reality.
To let loose.
You are not something that is added to a bucket list.
You are much warmer.
Safer.
A need we all long for.
You are a home.


Remember this.
278 · Feb 15
Untitled
UA Feb 15
Don't
Destroy
My
Tower
Of
Stories
Just
So
You
Can
See
Me
Cry.


                     Sign
                        As
                             Take
                      A                Don't    
                                   It
             All
When           Falls


Because
Baby
I
Had
A
Copy
Of
Each
One
So
Yeah
I'm fine
271 · Jul 2018
Kisses In The Dark
UA Jul 2018
Bullets don't have eyes...neither do kisses.
But both are under others decisions.
Attached to those who hold such might...
Both have the strength to take one's sight.
Shoot a bullet into the dark.
May you too try to give a kiss.
So both will hit something...
But both may hit a misunderstanding.
Don't ask.
269 · Sep 2018
Devious Smile
UA Sep 2018
Your gripping lies make me question why
Did I give you the time to take my sanity away
You never cared, you witched your passive spells
Entwined me in your nails, you've sent me straight to hell
I cannot contemplate what it could take in place
Of your sickened soul, an even bigger hole
Oh can't you stop that smile from ever turning into horns
You little devilish coward, why did you leave me so torn
Your devious smile, like poison to the lame
Crippled all over again, now I am really insane
I lost my mind down here, I guess i'm dead as my brain
I'm settled like fear, yet now my cheeks are wet from the rain...
Was it truly rain?
268 · Aug 2018
Children Play
UA Aug 2018
It's a game in the sand when you get something from me,
Sight the clouds in the sky when the suns too bright to see,
It's all strange in my head, when did shadows start to breathe,
All is fun 'til someone makes you see reality.

You like what you see when I fake being happy,
They will see hope when I see my neck snapping,
A cry in the dark leads the bullets right to me,
Sound the sirens when the chains start to take what once was free.

Don't you know the real from the fake,
Grab a hand in case, must I pray, for your sake,
No one knows knives from pillows till they lay down,
Next time you see, know a grin from a frown.
Don't only appreciate false happiness. All poems aren't happy.
261 · May 2018
вαттℓє ¢яу
UA May 2018
I will not lose my love
I need to keep my hope
For this world is cold enough
My hand shall be your climbing rope
For all those who turn trust off,
It only really harms the owner
Let your heart go from firm to soft
Or you just might be another goner
I know, this world is cruel and mean,
But don't let it trick you now
You have no control, that's their scheme
This circus can't end without your reaction and their bow
So please keep your head up,
And this is nothing more than a warning
Cause once you start giving up
You just might see the new hell storm coming
(ᴄʜᴇᴇᴤᴇ ᴠᴇʀ.)
255 · Sep 2018
ĐɍɇȺm Ꝁɨłłɇɍ
UA Sep 2018
Rapid fire, now ambushed by formal liars,
Impatience becomes required in silence settled in choirs,
I cannot contemplate writers who sit in darkness when tired,
Faithful that they will be rescued by someone who wasn't hired,
Why does freedom even have taxes we wouldn't ever get back,
Places branding for fame and hiding all of their regrettings,
Yet looking right in the mirror and seeing the rising prices,
Taking fortune for its own while we're glaring at their dices,
I'm tired of ******* looking, breaking into all my dreams,
Killing them all completely,
Leaving me feeling empty...
.
.
.
.
A moment of silence,
To those that belong,
A soul of potential,
Trapped within a song,
A right without vows and,
A will without bows and,
A place full of broken dreams,
Dead on the ground...
How do I sound...?
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We are so ******* now...
255 · Jun 17
Caterpillar: Important
UA Jun 17
There is a caterpillar inching his wee body across a leaf that fell, somewhere.

Gently existing, almost alone.

The winds could **** him.
The rain could **** him.
The dirt full of other bugs could **** him.

So many things, all around his wee little existence...
So very vulnerable, and nearly alone in a world full of life...


But that caterpillar inches his way through the leaf, eating and inching his way through his path.

Because his path will lead to a cacoon.
And a cacoon, though even more vulnerable, leads to transformation.


And when that caterpillar cracks through that cacoon, the shell that, although made him weak and easy to ****, stuck, and seemingly obsolete, it also caused him to shock the world.

He will become a butterfly.
And some will see him as unworthy, still.
Most, honestly.

But haven't you ever heard...
A butterfly can flap their fragile little, beautiful, wings and create a hurricane big enough to change thousands or millions of lives somewhere.

Setting in motion events that may not have happened if he weren't there. And in all events, something important is revealed; which ultimately makes him just as important.


So in conclusion, he may be small, weak, unappealing, vulnerable, boring, easy to ****, break, or bury...but he also has a transformation.

He is delicately dangerous, a gentle healer, and a permanent inspiration in many lives.

He was important as a caterpillar.
He is important as a butterfly.
UA May 2018
My keyboard makes music out of my tears
With ever fear I feel and every smile I bring
With the madness that takes me
With the rage I sing

Like she once said
It's not easy to read to them what's in my head
So we write it instead...
While we grip to our beds

I'm stuck okay,
I don't need to tell them how deep I'm in this
Rapid fire, dancing liars, a choir of fire
I couldn't get shyer, my pleas will be dire

With my sensitivity
My emotions exploding
My complicated thinking
My heart that's bleeding

You know what...fudge it
I try and I cry and I even ask why
But when does it matter
I know we all feel the weight...










But why do they diminish what makes my soul ache
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But its okay

I don't have much else to say

I'm going to continue to play the silent game

I see no darkness

I hear no bitterness

I speak nothing heartless

Evil does not run me

Why let it run them?
Them = You
244 · Aug 2018
I (We) Made It
UA Aug 2018
I managed to survive again.
Every time I wanted to scream but chuckled.
Every time I needed to cry but sighed.
Those moments I felt alone surrounded by people...

I did it. Once again. I made it to another level.
I am alive for another birthday.
I hope my fellow day-sharers can say the same.
237 · May 2018
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UA May 2018
Sometimes I watch the clock to remind me
To remind me that I'm not frozen in time
I can still be seen
I exist

And sometimes I smile, because
Smiling is typically contagious
Some people get off on happiness
But its a drug that's worth the trouble

Did you know that happiness is equally dangerous
People do crazy **** for pleasure
But is pleasure really happiness
Or is that just what we tell ourselves...

As I wonder in a repetitive tick
And realize that these feelings are stupid
To feel so anxious
It's all so obsolete

Anyway, I'm ready to go
Have to catch the bus to get home
I hate Mondays
But only when the sky raises false hope

In a moments time
I'll disappear from your mind
You hold my existence in your power
But like a glance, I'm something you simply see
Not something you'll ever miss
*Sigh*
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