These pools of black, and heart of glass will not survive the pain.
The ups and downs, demons and clowns will haunt me till the end.
And I can't help but wonder,
If I can get through without a blunder.
Maybe we could go back to the place we were,
The smiles in pain, the lies, and cries, and heartbreak,
The love in hate, the real in fake, could we get past these mistakes?
Because these pools of black and this heart of glass will not survive the pain.
The ups and downs, demons and clowns will haunt you till the end.
I'm going to build a song y'all
What is it about you that holds me smitten? Is it,
These hands that send me to ecstasy.
These hands that entwine with mine.
These very hands that hold me close to you.
These lips that caress my body, loving me, kissing me.
These lips that whisper "I love you".
These lips that entitle me as your wife.
These eyes that look into my soul.
These eyes that hold promises of tomorrow.
These eyes that are drunk with love, love for me.
These eyes that see me and accept me for who I am.
This heart that cares for me.
This heart that would chose me over and over again.
This heart that loves me.
This heart that belongs to me.
Oh the fantasy.
O hope y'all experience a love like this
Stay weird, stay wayward!
Much love xoxo
Stone cold, is my soul.
You want it Satan? Consider it sold!
I want to scream it loud,
That I’ve got no hold,
On what I’m gonna to do,
What I’m gonna say,
Who I’m gonna be, anymore.
I feel myself slipping away, it ain’t no joke.
Now let’s not ignore the person I was, Before
He, the Lord,
Decided I had to be ripped apart and torn,
Burned down to the ground.
That person had to be mourned.
From the ashes, I rose.
I couldn’t feel anymore.
The numbness inside me roared.
Love couldn’t be restored.
What am I doing? What exactly is my role?
Now that I’m stone cold.
Why do I write such sad stuff lol. Tell you what, I'm going to write about something happy for y'all next time xD
A strangled cry,
As loud as a whisper,
Screeching yet unheard.
Who's to save this damsel?
Who brought on her distress?
A heart of glass she bore.
Were the shattered glass pieces.
On and on she picks what she can find,
But what's lost is gone forever.
I don't even know what this is. This is a little different from my usual writing style. Have fun lol
Much love! Stay safe, stay wayward!
Family: a group of persons of common ancestry
What is a family when they make you cry?
What is a family when they don't hear your sobs?
What is a family when they let you down?
What is a a family when they don't help you back up?
What is a family when they condemn you?
What is a family when they don't appreciate you?
What is a family when they can't support you?
What is a family when they don't value you?
Why call it a family?
Being bound by blood does not justify the term.
Where is the love, the respect, and the happiness?
Don't they see the suffocation they put me through?
Been a little isolated from my family recently.....
I don't really like this poem lol but I wanted to let it out somewhere
It's easy to pretend like everything's okay.
Smile and nod. Smile and nod.
Repeat the process all day long,
Until you're drowning in your tears, back in the safety of your room.
Let the river of salt wash away your sins and sorrows.
A smile creeps back when you're done, manual and mechanical.
And you go on and on and on.
Repeating the process all over again.
Till you choke and suffocate in your own pool of tears.
A strangled whisper escapes your lips, but is there anyone out there to hear you?
"Its going to be alright", they said.
Soothing lies. Bitter soothing lies.
Will you ever be able to pull yourself out?
Or will you let the fingers of your past strangle you?
I don't know guys. This was written in between a mental breakdown lol. I thought it was relatable. Anyway, if you're going through the same ****, I'm sorry for you and let me tell you this: It gets better, but it takes a lot of time. Stay patient and ignore the **** world. Work on yourself and become the best version of yourself. Learn to love and appreciate yourself. Nothing feels better than that. Much love xoxo
She watched as the predator made his move,
Red flags of caution flashed in her head.
She knew his feelings wouldn’t be true,
Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about him as she lay in bed.
She had seen far too worse in the name of love,
But something about her predator seemed to captivate her.
She promised to be careful, that was her vow,
But every time she saw him she knew they’d end up together.
A glance turned into a chat and a chat turned into a touch.
With every passing day he stopped being a predator.
She told herself she'd be stubborn and not budge,
But she was breaking and his affection was her sedative.
It wasn't long before their hearts bridged the gap,
It wasn’t long before their lips met for a kiss.
It wasn’t long before she fell into the trap,
It wasn’t long before she couldn’t resist.
She was finally being accepted for who she really was,
And could bid her insecurities farewell.
She allowed herself to move on from the scars,
And cherished being the girl who fell.
This is a chick flick in the form of a poetry. So I tried my best to portray an alternate rhyming scheme. Hope you guys enjoy it!