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  Nov 2015 adelaide
rose14195
Welcome to the new age
-Imagine Dragons
  Nov 2015 adelaide
Tasa Jalbert
I am radioactive,
everyone close,
gets hurt, or dies.
I am radioactive,
my confidence is decaying,
and my spirit is dead.
I am radioactive,
my emotions are on a rampage,
and my love has fled.
I am radioactive,
every aspect of my life,
turns into a battle field.
and I, I am radioactive,
I explode,
leaving no trace of life,
or love left.
I am radioactive,
every breath I take,
is taken from someone else.
I am radioactive,
the waves of my danger,
reverberate through people's souls.
Because I am radioactive.
Original work by Tasa Jalbert
  Nov 2015 adelaide
Kat
I gasp every time
Mine meet with his cold blue eyes
For a moment the world stops
The air grows foggy with sighs

Now they say he's with another
Precious ******, dressed in white
Swallowing his tales like candy
Does she pray for him at night?

Does he hit her too
Or is she made of glass?
A cobweb covered beauty
Living somewhere in the past

Pretty angel
Even Satan can't deny
She said that I seem sweet
"She's ******* ******," he replied

Well you're a hypocrite,
And my only question is-
Can you worship Mother Mary
Whilst blood is dripping from her eyes?
  Nov 2015 adelaide
Poetic T
Each word is a
******
On
White,
Only when the
Ink dries have the
Words
Penetrated
Deep,
& innocence is lost with
Each drip of **ink.
  Nov 2015 adelaide
Water In My Veins
White was never my color of choice
But it never felt wrong
Though I don’t believe like others
This color now feels out of place on me
Soiled some would call me
Unholy others would
But I don’t see it like that
Why would I let someone touch me
If not for the bettering of myself
I shed that old title others gave me
The one others forcefully took from me
But I had held on to it
Like it would somehow bring me peace
Knowing I was still a ****** in my mind
But I left that titled behind
I let someone else take my title by choice
Though not who I expected
I barely know him
And each time I think of that night
My skin grows hot
But not with the sensations of his touch
Only of the embarrassment coursing through me
No, it wasn’t bad
Yes, I enjoyed it
But why is it so hard for me to think of it?
Twice now I have made memories
That haunt me
One in unspeakable ways
The other in unmentionable ways
But all I know is that I am no longer that title
By choice this time
Well I guess this time I can't hold on to a title that is clearly false
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