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120 · Aug 2018
lust not love
anastacia Aug 2018
what goes through your head
knowing that you left her dead
drowned by tears crying in her bed
leaving so many words unsaid
she can’t fathom all the blood she shed
to be there for you now and ahead
you never really loved her but instead
used her as an object beneath your bedspread
she was in awe of you
but when she spoke of it, you fled
99 · Sep 2018
Iceberg Theory
anastacia Sep 2018
you could say that her smile is so vibrant
that the sun at day, the moon at night can’t compare;
that her laugh is addicting like a drug,  
so addicting, the withdrawal from it kills.

you could say that her character is so cheerful
that a cheerleader is seen only as content;
that her personality is sweet like a slice of cherry pie,
so sweet, the grace is indulged until evaporated.

you could say that her bones are so selfless
that the tree’s energy exertion is used for personal growth;
that her voice is gentle like a mother’s kiss,
so gentle, the wrapped insults unravel as compliments.

she could say something, though mental illness is self
diagnosed and depression is an exaggeration of being sad.
85 · Aug 2018
matte nails
anastacia Aug 2018
there’s nothing on my mind
yet so much
I feel happy, today
I look happy, today
though there is still ache,
but it is hidden, today
yet most days
it’s the only thing seen
there’s so much on my mind
yet all I can think about is this coffee
iced Vanilla maple, usually
but I’m feeling different
hot Cocomochanut, today  
almond milk is the new wave
so I grabbed my surfboard
it’s not very good
the coffee I mean
it’s not sweet, kinda bitter
with a dull taste
that is not pleasing
on the day I feel happy
I get a coffee that tastes
like the personality I’ve had, lately
because today I feel happy
because today I look happy
yet not anymore
because my coffee tastes like
how matte nails look
70 · Jul 2018
bruises.
anastacia Jul 2018
visual representation of a trauma,
small or large.
we are shy to show our
hurt or pain, a bruise is hard to hide.
it’s a memory.
it’s visible so when it’s there we touch it
to feel the pain, and it hurts.
much like a metaphorical bruise.
it’s a memory.
it’s invisible but when it’s there we touch it
to feel the pain, and it hurts.
bruises.
they consist of stages represented by colors.
lasting for a few weeks or longer
depending on the severity of the injury.
some parts of the body take longer to heal,
extremities like the arms or legs; or heart.
the change of colors is gradual.
pink and red.
appear immediately after the hit.
it’s swollen and tender.
blue and purple.
a day or so after the impact and
is caused by low oxygen supply.
the blood changes from red to blue.
pale green.
a week has passed and the blood
is starting to break down.
the healing process has begun.
yellow and brown.
the last leg in the mending stage.
it is lightening up much like seeing
the light at the end of the tunnel.
reabsorption has started,
getting closer to being pain free.
it will then gradually fade until
it is completely gone.
bruises.
proof, evidence and substantiation
that we are damaged and need healing.

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