Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Dec 2016 Amanda
Liv
i've smoked myself
to a visible storm of swaying
projection
underneath my eyelids
swim a beautiful collection of purple and blue
swelling under the pressure
of no longer having you
I thought i'd thrown away all of my masks
but this one I keep
so no one really knows how every time I hear your name
my muscles twitch and when you always
leave me unnoticed
knives twist in my back
you go through love like razors
the pain is no more fun
when i've gotten too dull
what is a life without you
without you
without you
 Dec 2016 Amanda
Liv
told you
 Dec 2016 Amanda
Liv
im growing into butterfly wings
that you've shaped with scissors
and dew drops that fall from your waterline
that looks like where the ocean meets the sky
you're a horizon of time zones that always pass by

it's like the sun is afraid of me
and the crickets are my friends
ive brought them here
so you can hear my favorite instrument
it's soft, and sweet
but dark and cold
i promise with them, you can never be alone

the oceans are too wide
for my shaky, achy bones
but i would swim until the days grew thin
to feel your warmth and light,
my sunshine
i don't write well anymore, it bums me out. but i would really like to start again

its healthy
 Dec 2016 Amanda
Angela Moreno
Grace
 Dec 2016 Amanda
Angela Moreno
He gave me a forever
In a world
Where we are only ever promised
A handful of years
And a life worth nothing more
Than a short vapor in the wind.

How do you thank someone
For something like that?
 Dec 2016 Amanda
Angela Moreno
They told me I am good,
But I do not wish to be good.
And I am certain
That upon reaching greatness,
I will not be satisfied with that either.
Perfection can never be achieved,
But who is to say
That it should stop being chased?
 Jun 2016 Amanda
Liv
she smells like
smoke
3 day unwashed hair
sitting still for hours
melting clock ticks
lighter fuel and dry hands
blood shot eyes
stuck to a screen
a scratchy throat that mutters
but can't speak a word
you'd think she tastes sour
but she's actually quite sweet
 Jun 2016 Amanda
paige v
ptsd
 Jun 2016 Amanda
paige v
my brain is a broken record
of memories i'd like to forget
my mechanic heart that has lost all ability to feel,
now only focuses on beating.
i've become a machine
living in routine
just to keep myself alive;
i'm simply a pulse and brainwaves with emotions to the side,
a cluttered and broken device
with an almost robotic lack of enthusiasm to keep me under control;
constant regulation
to make sure i stay numb,
to hide from the overwhelming pressure to deal with
my inferior humanlike
thoughts;
pull the plug
 Nov 2015 Amanda
paige v
the world is dull
the colors less vibrant
until all i can see is gray
and black and white;
i'm struggling to hold onto
the last bit of blue
because i know i won't see
it again for months;
my skin is red everywhere
except the faint pink lines
that are scattered on my body
but please don't try to help me
i like it this way.
the only yellow i see is
the dead flowers next to where
the two halves of my heart lay;
i know i shouldn't cry
but i'm scared of the dark
i just want to be where you are
where all the colors are
nice way of saying i wanna dieeee
Next page