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saint May 2016
I want to crack every bone in my body, and turn my screams into twigs under your feet.
I feel my lungs breaking,
And my heart aching.
I need a sense of purpose.
Something to tell me that its all worth it.

Ascend me to the heavens
And let my soul vanish.
Tell god about my flaws,
I don't care if its tarnished.
Hollow out my thoughts,
Allow my eyes to become blackened.

I don't doubt your love,
But your resemblance is uncanny.
To the sadness in my veins
And the bleak future that I carry.
The bruises on my shoulders have been too much to take,
But the numbness never ceases to await.
Allow me to fall apart.
Take my life and give it to another worth the breath.
Destroy my view of the world,
And don't accept another like it.
My last words will be, 'I didn't fight it'.

Ascend me to the heavens
And let my soul vanish.
Tell god about my flaws,
I don't care if its tarnished.
Hollow out my thoughts,
Allow my eyes to become

darkened.
saint May 2016
i'm out of tears
the pain, melted away

i'm out of tears
the pain, melted in my veins

up in the sky
the clouds, wash away

up in the sky
the clouds, give out rain

im out of tears
but god, cries for me.
saint Jan 2016
The sun can be too intense at times.
That's why under the palm trees, I lie.
I close my eyes to feel the wind travel between my thighs.
My heart sways ferociously faster than the tide.
And I'm always sadened by the sky.
Everytime I lift my head up I see teal.
Realized too late that it would affect how I feel.
Thats why, under the palm trees, I lie.
Place the leaves on top of my face,
I mask my expressions with haste.
I slow down the world to compensate for my heart in race.
And somehow my two hands aren't enough to lace.
Sunshine leaks through the leaves I placed.
It seems like I'm uncomfortable in every living space.
Because everythings beating at once,
My head throbs and my heart overdramatically makes a fuss.
Life hasn't handed me anything but limes,
My pockets are filled with nothing but dimes,
And as the wilting leaves fall to their death,
I cling harder to the soft grass.
I wipe the leaves off my face and lift my head up at last.
I look up in teal and notice that
The sun can be too intense at times.

Which is why under the palm trees, I lie.
saint Jan 2016
I knelt to God, but prayed for him.
The seas had rose, I ran to swim.
Held my breath, went diving in.
The world of black, i felt my sins.
Fill my lungs, I just gave in.
My world it stopped, came crashing in,
Closed my eyes,  I gave a grin.
Free at last, I'm free at last.

*Free at last, I’m free at last.
saint Aug 2015
I woke up again today.
I didn't want to.
You know why, but I'll remind you.
Remember when we snuck out at two?
You were hungry and I just wanted to see you.
You were hard to get but I got you.
I snuck out every night since then.
Climbed through your window and into your bed.
We just laid there and held hands just like you said.
Told me on the phone two months earlier,
"I just want to lay with someone and hold their hand,
Study their palms with touch just like my little brother read".
You were lovely really.
I was always nervous around you but I loved when you called me silly.
It feels like just yesterday I handed you your favorite flower.
We were in the park and we didn't talk but honestly that was my favorite hour.
And soon you became my favorite flower.
We blossomed into something more,
Something love couldn't even devour.
I had the whole world in my hands because I held you.
It was beautiful.
Two years later and I still smiled when I saw you.
We were meant for each other because I know you felt the same when you saw me too.
I'm sorry I keep having to remind you,
But every morning I have to.
Because you're not here anymore,
And i miss you.
I don't know what I did to deserve this but I'm asking for forgiveness.
I'm sorry for every wrong I did,
I repent to every sin.

And I'm scared to fix our bed because I feel like you might still come back in.

And I hate how I might wake up again.
saint Aug 2015
I planted you in late December, and watered you till February.
I took a seat and watched as you blossomed.
The packet said: 'White Rose seeds', but you came out more.
You grew without hesitation and became my favorite flower in the garden.
You were beautiful and pure,
I was broken and you were the cure.
The sun gave light and you gave a lure.
My garden was wide and luscious,
Filled with food, flowers and bushes.
Compared to you they looked like weeds.
Poisoning my roots and ruining the view.
i hacked, pulled, and killed.
Any plant I saw,
Any flower I felt,
Any bush that took,
The view, feeling, and space of you.
My garden was empty, except for a glistening white rose planted in the corner.
People couldn't see why I did it.
A white rose alone in a massive garden built for more.
But I needed none of that.
My white rose I planted in late December, and watered till February.
You blossomed in my hands and built your roots in my heart.
The most beautiful flower to be connected to this earth.
I'll protect you, for you're the meaning to my birth.
You're with me in my highs and with me in my lows.
With you I will stay to make sure you're the most beautiful wilting rose.
saint Nov 2013
Today in class,
I received a paper;
"With __ I am complete."
Moments on receiving it,
Pencils and pens were heard being slammed on desks,
Minds were churning and spinning,
Thoughts clearing and staining.
Papers were being flipped over for more, while mine,
Stayed empty.
Cleared of words and entries.
Eight minutes passed and my thoughts stayed elementary.
To be complete I need blood,
Pure thoughts that flood,
Love that sprouts,
And preferably a family and a house.
Brothers and sisters,
Family and friends,
For this assignment,
There is no end.
I am complete with lust and fear,
And the pressure of peers.
Negative thoughts,
Portrayed by casting lots.
Joyful memories,
And centuries of energy.
One minute down,
And my paper was still clear of ink.
Pencils and pens were heard being slammed on desks,
Minds were halting and grinning,
Thoughts clearing and staining.
Papers were being turned in, while mine,
Stayed empty.
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