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alix nye Aug 2017
I want you to know how much it hurts
When the closest thing you have to love
Is in the backseat on the sand,
When your life is taken away
By your own ******* hands,
When faith is just a question you get asked about
You can only call it a myth.
I want you to know how I hurt
When you decided to send something
After he had finished,
When I felt like I couldn't eat or drink,
When no one was around to hear me scream at a blade
A friend I once called home, now back again.
I want you to know what this feels like
When you're like this someday,
Because when I'm gone
I'm not sure if I'll have much left to say.
alix nye Jun 2017
Deep dark, in a jacket
I hold myself bare
Under the weather of misfortune, a tidy glare
I tell my life to give,
But on the token of love I find it harder to forgive
Black in the day, who knew of a saint
I praise the one who showed me
How to dress like I was late
alix nye Jun 2017
stomach twists, your words the wringers
it hurts to know that's what you think
venomous thoughts linger
and i'm ******, but more sorry than anything
that i let you get in the way
of the plans i had made
don't let me ruin your big step,
man on the moon
you've got a huge rock to pursue
and i'm just the pebble stuck
in the bottom of your shoe
don't let me get in the way,
man on the moon
greater than any other passer-goer
you've made your statement
you're the one who wins the game
please understand that i'm lost
trapped under the gum
on the bottom of your shoe
oh, man on the moon
where's the stars i was hoping for
down hollywood boulevard
guess it was a lame excuse and wasn't true
my forgiven gratitude
for the man on the moon
  Nov 2016 alix nye
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there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.
alix nye Oct 2016
bottled-up and loaded
shouts and cries are coated
over such pale skies
so hard to be worded
unforgiving curses
the sound of her voice, hopeful
but shot down
beneath me i have grief
i have sins
but none compared to that
of an inconsolable,
self centered,
thick headed monster
i am stronger than this
i am so much better than this
look harder towards the thin line
you can see i'm right above it
but such things
do not exist
when a world of love
disperses
alix nye Sep 2016
heart's broken,
can't find no rest
sleep deprived
it's what i do best
lonely nights
feeling tight in the chest
counting on you
when i'm better off dead

lungs are a waste
don't do no good
you've got a vicious taste
unlike any woman should
have no faith
but in the eyes of those who would

power you're without, head held high
don't see no demons, no disguise
have fear to drive, kind unknown
a shadow you are, to those at home
feel free to leave, make no mistake
for you are not you, when time has changed

my lover, my kind
so sweet to touch
and eager to unwind
i wish to you
the fairytale
of a lifetime
just somethin i had a little fun with, wanted to share it :)
alix nye Sep 2016
a car with no air
can fit only so many souls inside
when one is angry the other cries
a family to be, a war to fight
hey, look at me, i made it out alive

the home i run to
once broken, now a shadow
i feel fear strike
but i always believed
that the grass was greener on this side
and look at me, i'm still alive

my breaths are shaky, quaking
just waking up to sheer screaming
these memories are what make men lie
and to know that her face resembles mine
makes me remember even more
and i realize those screams were most certainly mine
but, look at me, i'm barely alive
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