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 Jun 2015 a
Just Melz
All these knives in my back
         They don't even hurt anymore
   I mean, I'm sore
                 And it's intense
      But it doesn't make any sense
I must be at war
         With myself
      Tearing apart the insides of my brain
Have I gone insane?
           Why do I
Keep letting these things
              Happen to me?
       Is there a sign taped to my back
  Saying "Torture ME"?
            "Take Advantage Of ME"?
        "Love Me And Leave ME"?
    What's wrong with me?
            All this backstabbing
        Take this pen
And drag the ink into my spine
   Use the blood drops as a tattoo design
           The scars from all the knives
     Will just make it look more divine
Maybe some Angel wings
           With a sash torn apart
      and "Nobody Loves ME"
Written across the heart
            Might as well throw it all away
       Throw it all out the door
    I'm sore
          But all these knives in my back
     Don't even hurt anymore
 Jun 2015 a
Sag
oxymoron overdose
deadbolt atriums
intersected playlists
the unluckiest clothespin

a mailbox full of compliments
wallowing asterisks
carpeted portraits and
unearthed apologies

it all stemmed from backseat rattling complexity

lighthouse morphine
seventeen somber ached explosions
sipping acrylic reveries
cleverly blossomed illusions

thigh stumbling permission
clumsy german metaphors
thirsty chapter jigsaw keys
worried cities newfound screams

vision confusion and pity bottles
poisoned school affection
oh christ, darling
a deaf chorus

thoughtless phantom
seed eyed stranger
road scarred sighs
***** locked moths
velvet butterflies

a sweeter sleeping spine

growing began expression

storms lack protection
yesterday placed comfort in salvation

the vast presence of a strong man's island mother

hazel vacations
a shattered soldier

trembling girls in sorry gardens, limbs in full bloom

naive humming mirrors

children having mistook living

trees half known

whispered smiles and mattress lullabies

cigarette stories firework insecurities

books begging

floor stopping feeling
"None of this makes sense. What are these words?"
just words. do any of these phrases mean anything to you?
they just might.


this was inspired by the link on my hellopoetry profile that lists all of the words I've used in my poems, and I just skimmed and found different jumblings of words that sounded aesthetically pleasing, and then realized that they were totally random, however to some people each phrase may mean a different thing, or spark a specific memory, or catch their attention, and I think that makes words so powerful.
so give it a go.
 Jun 2015 a
Sag
pearls and leather
 Jun 2015 a
Sag
she is not made up of birds of a feather
she's a static dancing contradiction
like pearls paired with leather
baby blue eyes, pouty lips, and an addiction

a hunger for the world
but a fear of the unknown

a mind like a man with the softness of a girl
who wants to be held, wants to hold her own

she'll either ******* or ******* over
never falls in love but she'll love you like no other
 Jun 2015 a
its gonna make sense
still
it is your choice
that truly matters

©IGMS
your fate always depend on the choices that you make
 Jun 2015 a
Creep
I guess my body has come to realize
That it won't see you in real life
At least,
Not any time soon.
It won't hear from you,
And it can't remember
What it was like to laugh with you,
To have an actual conversation with you...

It finally realized this,
And I guess...
I guess that's why it keeps trying to hold on,
Putting you in my dreams,
Making sure you are there
So I can never forget.

But with this,
The sadness always rolls in.
The longing of how things used to be.
The merriness of it all.
Come back home.
I miss you
By blink-182
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