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 Jun 2017 Yaotl Arenas
Zaynub
why were you only honest
at 3 am?

because
it was easier
for you to blend
the darkness of your soul
with the dark of the night.
 Jun 2017 Yaotl Arenas
Legiondary
I made a promise to myself long before,
That never again would I write no more,
Because I only felt Darkness...
I sit at a crossroads and no matter which way I look,
Nor would it matter which direction I took,
Because I only saw Darkness...
I await a door to be opened but all remain locked,
From any such light my sight seems to be blocked,
I can feel the Darkness...
Being the good samaritan will get you nowhere in this life,
Nice guys finish last in my back hangs out a knife,
I only see Darkness...
As much as I pray to the Light,
There is absolutely no light in my sight,
I only see Darkness...
Is the Light truly your friend,
Because every day just feels like the end,
I feel only Darkness...
Faith, Hope and Love,
I could use some help from above,
I see only Darkness...
When I search my body for my soul,
But think long ago the Darkness has stole,
I must have lost it to the Darkness...
I pray but I see no light at the end,
I guess that Darkness is my friend,
I can feel the Darkness...
In a world of black and white,
When that road is the only one that feels right,
Time to embrace the Darkness......

   © P.I. 2014
I am the stranger outside
Watching you in the shower
The monster under your bed
When you're trying to sleep

I am the stalker in the shadows
When you're walking in the street
The fear on the dark corners
You know I'm waiting there

I am the nightmare at night
Those forbidden thoughts in your head
You try to make yourself resist
But you're a prisoner of my will

I am the coming *******
As you fall to your submission
The surrendering to completion
At last, you face exactly who I am
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
 Jun 2017 Yaotl Arenas
R
Exceptions:
 Jun 2017 Yaotl Arenas
R
"well I just want to be the exception, because I always have been"

sometimes being the exception isn't always the best thing. after all, most exceptions become not enough anymore. and it hurts like hell to think of how you once were an exception, and now you're just nothing.
lots of lessons I've learned lately.
but, I'm not nothing. I'm actually pretty wonderful.
slowly taking away the parts of me that were yours so that the parts of me that are mine can shine.
 Jun 2017 Yaotl Arenas
Yvonne
Roaming in the dark
seeking life to take apart
Once a creature with a higher purpose
But after your missteps you began to hurt us

Destruction is what you live for
You want us to suffer because of our nature
"Baphomet I know it's hard, you don't know regret."
Try to be logical avoid your hateful thread.
Helping you is like a deathwish;
we know the dangers but we still accept it.

There he stands the creature of deception
In the eye of the beholder, he makes no exception..
I'm scared.

I'm scared to show you who I really am;
to make myself vulnerable.

I'm scared because you're all I really want.
I'm scared because I think you're different.

But I don't think things will change.
I'm never the exception.
I never will be.

I'm the rule.
And the rules always end up broken.
It’s all falling apart,
In a moment, in a second,
You seem to be so far,
Yet you’re here and for a reason.

When did I stop smiling
About every little thing?
When did I stop caring,
And my hopes became my fears?

But I confess I still desire
That little light to brighten
My nights, that little fire
That burned in the horizon.

So take me home
And make me yours,
Just take me home,
And hold me close.

I will make an exception
Tonight and I will forgive
You, with all your intentions
That meant to hurt me.

You’ll be here a few hours,
I don’t care if it makes me weak,
This moment will be ours,
Because you’ll be here, right next to me.

I promise I’ll let you part,
I just hope you’ll reckon
this and will keep me in heart,
Wherever in hell or heaven.
This soul is on it's way to hell or heaven, but a live woman loves it and just wants to see it one more time, forgiving everything that soul, alive, ever did to her. Even if it means her having to be weak for letting the soul in one more time, before it departs forever. I hope you like it. I'm 16, by the way.
 Jun 2017 Yaotl Arenas
Sara
Let me start by saying
I don't believe in love
But please let me explain
that it's just a rule of thumb

I say I hate the world
as I have a fear of rejection
I'm slightly socially awkward
especially when showing affection

However, beneath the surface
is another side to me
which i hide away from the world
for only a few to see:



I act like I'm the best
because I feel like I'm the worst
I shake my fringe and lower my head
when I'm uncomfortable or hurt

I have a tendency to overthink
and I get jealous easily
and I find it hard admit
as I'm afraid of people seeing all of me

I don't like to tell people these things
as it makes me feel vulnerable
just like I'll only sing to you
when I am feeling comfortable

I know you know I say 'shut up'
when what I really mean is 'yes'
there's a reason I'm telling you all these thing
that I probably should confess

I wanted to let you know me
but I was unsure how to do it
so I had to write a poem
or I'd be too awkward to get through it

So I have to tell you in a poem
how I really feel
before I change my mind
and the truth is never revealed

I say I'm really good with words
when actually, I'm just average
I'll say one thing but you'll know I mean another
if you watch my body language

I say that i don't give a ****
and that is sometimes true
but you can tell I'm lying
if I can't look at you

I've said I don't believe in love
yet I believe in fate
and I guess I like you quite a bit
so I'll tell it to you straight

i don't like expressing emotions
so forgive me if I'm blunt
but listen close to this
because I'll only say it once

-

I like the way you sing to me
though sometimes out of tune
I like the way when we lie down
you let me be the little spoon

I like how we don't have to talk
when we lay side by side
I love it when you tell me
that you miss me late at night

I hate your slow replies
but that's only because I'm needy
I like how we think we're really cute
when others think we're cheesy

I like the way you're patient
and how you hold my hand
i like the way you're respectful
and the way you understand

I like how we feel comfortable
when we're around each other
but i have to admit you're super annoying
when you steal all the covers

Your eyes, I've noticed, do this thing
where they go really soft
and i don't know if you knew
but you do it quite a lot

I like the way that sometimes
in your kitchen we'll slow dance
And normally I'm quite wary
but with you I took a chance

i hate the way you outsmart me
and how you're often right
I hate the way you cross my mind
every single night

I laugh at the face you make
when my hair falls in the way
I find it funny how we insult each other
at least five times a day

'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'
is what we both live by
but I know I won't feel worthy of you
however hard I may try

I've said I don't believe in love
as it's a common misconception
but maybe I'm starting to think
that every rule has an exception
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