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Aaliyah Montaque Jun 2019
The sun blocks the darkness from entering
The fun blocks the pain of nowness
The cast grays blocks  the blues of the smiles

The dark skin blocks the center the blacks, blues
The warmth blocks the freezing cold bitterness
The ignorance blocks the peace of painless

The eyes block the center of reality
The canvas block the passion of weakness
The hands block the closeness of grace

The heart blocks the sins of giving
The wakeness blocks the guilty of staying
The chair blocks the truth of the past

The creatures block the cup of fullness
some are literally, some figurative and some only I can understand
Aaliyah Montaque Jun 2019
A beautiful canvas
painted in red

The yellows
gone
The blues
gone
The greens
gone

The canvas
nothing but an abyss

A slash of blackness
an illustrated creations

The red
gone
left for interpretation
Aaliyah Montaque Jun 2019
The light was still
the air deprived
the creatures of the night
blinded

The ideals of yesterdays tomorrow
swiped

The raging fire
the spiritual winter
nothingness...
silence

The air moans
the air dries
Yet the creatures lie silent
just wrote about a day in my usually noisy class
Aaliyah Montaque Jun 2019
The eyes of the no-seeing
The pain of nonexistent cuts
The broken heart of sand
It clouds me

The loving kiss from my enemy
The hugs from the butterfly
The stripes from the smile
It haunts me

The door to up
The smell of outsideness
The creatures of pain
It feeds me...
It secretes me
Just a poem I wrote in french class
Aaliyah Montaque Aug 2017
My ball and chain

My burden

My sad truth

My prison sentence

My cell is empty but I know theirs others

My face is stained with long forgotten tears

My body covered in imagery dirt that can never be washed away

My motionless body that's aches with every blink

My sad and lonely truth of being dead and broken

My only time outside the cell being only granted by a swipe of a blade

I hear a faint call of my name and I'm ****** away from my true feelings, back to the place where the lies really lies
Aaliyah Montaque Jul 2017
Do you know how it feels to wake up every morning wanting to **** yourself.

Your so frustrated with the situation that you take out you angry on someone.

The pain that swallows your chest.

I take a shower yet I never feel clean.

I get all pretty but I think I’m ugly

To constantly be surrounded by noise and never have time to think.

To just be so many emotions and throw it in a bottle and seal it up and hope it doesn't burst.

To apologize when your not ******* sorry.

To just want to have a day without work just so you can think of a way to tell your mom that your still depressed.

And it so clear that it easier to just fly.

And to now that the only think holding you down is not family but fear.

So if I do leave and you find this don't look for me.

Just let me go.

Just let me be.

I'll return soon, when I'm ready...
Aaliyah Montaque Jul 2017
Tears are falling
and I let them stain.

Today will be
yesterday and I let it go

But I want sit and
wait for "I love you" tell me now
or this temporary relationship
will end

Because nothing last forever
so tell me now before ends meet

Because tears will fall
and I'll let them stain

And they'll be sights
of what we could have had
if you didn't waste time
death already got me
my love
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