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axr Jul 2016
wind blows through the flowers,
her eyes follow the clouds
she's been telling me about her childhood,
telling me about her exes and foes
squealing with joy when a memory comes to her mind.
she's been planting kisses down my jawline,
been tugging at my hair,
teasing the bulge in my pants,
biting my lip when we're kissing
she's my happy place
and she's drives me insane
axr Nov 2014
Think happy thoughts
Think happy thoughts
Think happy thoughts*
she told herself over and over again
as she descended into the abyss of darkness
axr Feb 2015
Why
the
****
is
it
called
a heartbreak
when
your
heart
pumps blood
and
if you don't have it
*you
*******
die
perks of being a forever alone
axr Mar 2018
the moonlight will protect me tonight
i know there is hell and heaven,
for you showed me both.
i'll always miss you.
her
axr Sep 2014
her
I looked into her eyes

the deep electric blue.

She gave me her brightest smile.

She was my muse.

Her light brown hair

was flowing back.

She looked to the sky

which was pitch black.

She pointed to a constellation

and nudged me.

Our love was not infatuation.

It had to last for eternity.

Every time we hugged

she'd whisper my name.

seeing her in her mirth

was my happy place.

We were eccentric

in our own way.

She made me nostalgic

I couldn't let her go way.

Her laughter still echoes in my ears.

She made me face my biggest fear.

I looked into her eyes

the deep electric blue.

They were lifeless.

She had stayed past her curfew.

Her light brown hair

was soaked in her own blood.

I held her hand and silently weeped

nothing could break me

yet I felt incomplete.

I hugged her for the last time

her parched lips didn't say my name

somewhere down the line

I was to be blamed.
axr Aug 2016
I don't know you
I never will
But a Facebook post told me you got drunk and hit your bike at the freeway
You suffered head injuries and died on the spot.
My Facebook timeline is filled with posts from your friends and family.
They miss you ,they love you and wonder how did you leave so soon.
You were twenty, attending uni and in love with a beautiful girl.
You loved driving your bike on the smooth roads when the rain poured.
You loved drinking till your mind was numb and speech slurred.
I never knew you
But i remember you playing football on our school grounds and talking to the pretty girls.
I remember you posting pictures of you and your girlfriend in the school uniform and everyone commenting on your 'love'
I remember talking to you once about our common last name. I remember you accidentally bumping me in the school hallways.
I remember you standing infront of the principal's office because you played a harmless prank on a teacher.
I remember you standing on stage with trophies and medals you won for our school.
I remember the funny posts you used to share on facebook.
You don't know me. You never will.
I was just another girl in your Facebook friend list. I was just another junior who didn't talk much.

Maybe if I strain my ears,I can hear your mother screaming over the death of her only son. Maybe I can hear your girlfriend crying over her love.
But I hear nothing because in silence,we yearn.
A schoolmate from a school i attended years ago died in a freak motorbike crash. Please don't drink and drive
him
axr Sep 2014
him
His smile
His eyes
His laughter
His promises of ever after
His ambitions
Him looking at the constellations
The scratch if his unshaved face on my cheek
We knew we were physically weak
Beside each other was when we were complete
His smile in the hospital bed
As every second passed,
He was closer to his death.
"It's okay babe, I won't go anywhere"  he promised.
Our love is everything I ever wanted.
Every day he was my valentine
My strength,  my reason to smile
He maybe missing pieces
but he's still mine
I used to be my own protection
but not now
Without him, I have lost direction
I should find it soon
with our beautiful forever
axr Sep 2014
Cold and beaten up
with a black eye
Bruises cover my entire body
as I watch time fly
He hit me again
with that dreaded belt
Tied me to a chair
and watched my insides melt
Red, pink and purple bruises
on my pale skin
He never gets enough
He is hollow from within.
i
axr Mar 2015
i
i am not a mystery
i am an open book with secrets to be deciphered.
i am your warm words,
your forbidden curse.
i am the fingerprints on railings,
the feeling you get when you're failing.
i am that fall when you get high,
i am that song which made you cry.
i am the dead cells on your skin,
the greed when you're rich.
i am that rhetorical statement,
that lonely guitar by the pavement.
i am that scream when the car crashes.
i am the fire which brings you to ashes.
i am that unknown melody in your head.
i am that coffin in which you were placed.
i am that time bomb ticking away,
the succubus telling you to live another day.
My narcissism at its best
axr Feb 2015
I am the fire shining bright in your hands
the water which quenched your thirst
the earth you adore
the air you breath.

You need me.

I am the fire setting you ablaze
the water in which you drown
the earth which crushes you
the air stinging on your wounds.

**You adored me.
axr Oct 2014
I am a poet,darling
My ammunition are pen and papers.
I know ******* you
with metaphors
axr Oct 2014
I don't have a best friend
Not to be mistaken with having no friends
I do have some friends
But I have to the conclusion that they aren't trustworthy
Instead,  they are rather demanding
They have seen me laugh
and be funny
Talk about silly mistakes
and how others make me feel
They know that I don't have anyone in my life
and my unwillingness to dance
What they don't know
is that every day I fight
with myself
Not with scratches, blades and pins
But with my soul within
They don't know what I have been through
They have never seen the bruises still blue

They don't know
They just assume
They are not there when I am begging to up above
They are not there when I need a little love
They are not there when I have been crying for hours
They are not there when I feel like dying in the shower

Gossips and lame stuff is what they share
I continue to listen while the music continues to blare
There were many
who became my best friends over the years
Losing touch with them is what I feared
Then that's what happened
Sooner or later they forgot me
Phone calls became rarer
and Facebook our home.

Till today,  I stand without a best friend
Because I know I am whole
I am a winner
who stands alone.
axr Jan 2015
That girl who locked herself in the room
took out a blade and stained it on her skin

I don't know her anymore

That girl who shoved ******* down her throat thinking that she would be skinny

I don't know her anymore

That one who showed her scars to the ones who cared.
And laughed at their advice because she thought hurting herself was the right thing to do.

I don't her anymore.

That girl who saw herself in a coffin,planned out her funeral because she wanted to die more than anything else.

I don't know her anymore.

That girl who saw only darkness in the tunnel,threw herself in a shell and hid from the world above.

I don't know her anymore.

That one who refused to chase her dreams.

*I don't know her anymore.
2012 and 2013 were tough years for me. 2014 was the time i spent trying to recover but gave myself away to bulimia.
i ain't taking that kind of **** in 2015. For real, I am ready for anything that life throws at me. It will be hard,but i will rise.
also, by May I will be one year clean from hurting myself and bulimia.
axr May 2015
I kick on the pedals of the bicycle I never rode.
I swallow my pride
I saw stars flow.
The sun buries itself
Craters on the moon turn dark.
Brothels know they have failed.
If only I could make more sense.

I kiss the child who was never born.
I tell his mother to come back at dawn.
Deserts turn cold
yet she cries.
The merchant knows his lies.
The warrior throws himself down the well
If only I could make more sense.

I burn all the flowers which never bloomed,
Fire spreads in it's wrath.
sailors drowned in the ocean of fury
Lava escapes into our tent.
If only I could make more sense
I don't know how i feel about this
axr Sep 2014
I see the moon in its waning phase

The cold,dark night it chose to embrace.

Turning itself into crimson orange and white,

illuminating the surroundings with its light.

It sinks itself and is nowhere to be seen.

The street lamp flickers,

leaving me thinking

If my eyes could take pictures.

The sky is the unusual shade of purple and blue,

the sun will show itself soon.

My lungs enjoy the fresh air

while my body screams for rest.

The breeze hits my body and makes me shiver

My eyes are desperate to click this picture.

The clouds form an unusual pattern,

something even my phone refuses to capture.

A delay of a few seconds and it's gone.

8 megapixels are not enough for this beauty.

The sun continues to shine fiercely.

Here I stand questioning myself,

Why can't my eyes take pictures?

The sky is a beautiful mixture of two

one half of it is orange,the other blue.

Sweat stings my eyes and my body

screams for relief.

But the view of the sky is something I refuse to believe.

In a matter of minutes, it turns itself into electric blue.

Making a breathtaking view.

Someday our human eyes will be strong enough,

Someday they will take pictures.

Someday we shall look past our desire to be perfect.

And live life hard with every breath.
Wrote it in late 2011.
axr Mar 2015
if we lived in a castle
would you make me your queen?

if we were rain we would fall on deserts
the poor's thirst to quench

if we were acid
we would be corrosive,harsh and reactive

if i was the moon and you were the sun
i'd borrow your light and make us one.
It doesn't make sense, I know, it's  supposed to be like that
axr Nov 2014
in 1 bed
there lay 2 inked bodies
she was filled with pictures
and all of them seemed to mingle perfectly
the eagle on her neck, the hourglass on her waist
He continued looking at her
her soft features,
how every tattoo was a piece by a different artist
but they all were perfect

He was filled with words
and oh, how beautiful he looked in them
the ink flowed in his skin to form various words
Many of them said he might come back stronger than ever
Some were a gentle reminder of loved ones
"Not a single cover up in all these years"
he would flaunt them to her.
She would giggle in response

in 1 bed
lay 2 inked bodies
with 1 heart beating
I got this idea immediately after a nap.
Please comment your thoughts,  I would love to hear them. xo
axr Sep 2014
Sometimes,
I feel I should drink my problems away
Heartbreaks
Losses
and many more to name
Warm liquid going down my throat
My lies are responsible if I choke
Screaming in my pillow
Troubling the next door widow
I am drowning in my sorrow
won't remember a thing tomorrow
I sit alone in this cemetery
With the Old monk and his friend Johnnie
In a void,
I let out a shout
I love this maze
Not long from now
I'll be a nameless grave
I sound so plaintive
yet I refuse to admit
that intoxicated me is so much better
In this situation
reality doesn't even matter
Written from an alcoholic's perspective FYI I am not an alcoholic nor I know any.
axr Dec 2014
Come,
kiss me
hard
and you shall test revenge.
put your hand o'er my heart
and you'll hear the beat to which Lillith's children dance
Let me drain all the blood from your body
oh,c'mon! you don't need to be sorry
allow me to carve a smile across your face
and when they find you,
I shall fade.
Oh non, rien de rien
Oh non, je ne regrette rien

You left a hollow space in my heart
but darling, you can't undo the past.
you screamed in pain
of language I knew not a trace
Regrets? I have not one.
I was your angel who shone in the sun
but now, I am the ruler of your demons
Translation
Oh non rien de rien
Oh non,je ne regrette rien

Oh no,no regrets
Oh no,i have no regrets
axr Jan 2015
Raindrops felt like razors on their skin
She looked at him with eyes filled with tears
His gaze fixed at her
He leaned to give her another kiss
A kiss which sparked a lie she would live.
axr Sep 2014
Der mom and dad,
This is an open letter to you
Finally, my actions have given me there fruit.
There are so many things which I cannot payback
Your love is something to which wealth will never match.
Remember back in '99?
You smiled when I cried.
The hospital authorities scared you when I was born
They said, soon I will be gone.
My lungs fought
despite their taunts.
Daddy finally found something to love more than his cigarettes
Till today, you've made sure I don't go hungry to bed.
I remember th early 2000s
When were pretty broke
Let it be anything,
Your refused to say no if I wanted more.
Hell, I was pretty demanding
Maybe I still am
But I take this opportunity to thank you for everything

Mom, thank you for giving me the X chromosome
I know I lose my temper often
But you're the sweetest person I'll ever know.
I remember
When you were against me getting tattoos
I told you it would be about the family
and you said "When you get it, I want to be there too."
If today anyone calls me pretty
it would be because of your genes
I didn't inherit them all
but I know when not to be mean.
I promise,one day I'll give the world to you
Make you lead the life which you wanted to.
We have nothing yet everything
You both are the only one who will understand these lines'  meaning

Hey there little sister
You're probably too young to read this letter
I love you more than anything else
You're my reason to live
and wait for this darkness to end
We can communicate with each through our minds
Just remember you'll always burn bright
I needed a moment to thank my family for everything. Here it is.
axr Nov 2015
I tell myself I will write something new everyday but it's all a lie.

Oh dear, I have become a monster to my self.
In other news, my depression has gotten out of hand and I feel demotivated to write poetry.
axr Jul 2017
i'll tell you what's ****** up about society
a man in a room filled with women is excited
he is checking every one of them out,
his eyes searching for the one with the biggest *****
and the ones with the big ***,
his eyes scan the pretty faces for the sparkling eyes and by the end,he's convinced that he's in love with the girl with the perfect smile.
he is quick to point out their flaws,
one of them has a button nose
and someone has acne scars on her face
one of them happens to be taller than him
and another one a different race.
he is excited,he is aroused, he wants to get lucky, he want to make new friends by the end of the night.
in the locked room, he wants to have a time that only ***** can make him remember

a woman
in a room filled with men
is terrified.
she buttons up her shirt till she can feel it choking her.
she covers up because she doesn't want them staring at the bits of skin exposed.
across the room, she sees a man winking at her and quietly rubbing himself.
she desperately looks for a safe space, a familiar face,
she looks for somebody from the locked room who can save the day.
the men slowly encircle her and mentally undress her
and with every item of clothing they remove,
she becomes more of an object.
she is anxious,she wants to run for her life,she just wants to make it home safely by the end of the night.

the locked room is a paradise to one
and hell for another
this is actually a spoken word poem. i have been experimenting with new styles of writing since the past few weeks and this is one of the products
axr Sep 2016
it's lovely to be trusted by someone who has been betrayed all their life
it's lovely to have them open up to you about their thoughts and emotions.
it's lovely to hear their thoughts and ambitions
it's lovely to have someone feel safe around you
it's lovely to protect someone and have their back.
it's lovely to have them call you up in the middle of the night because their thoughts bother them.
it's lovely to finally understand a complex human being and watch them live their ambitions.
axr Apr 2014
We are so far away from each other,
but something keeps us close.
Honey, we are not gonna last forever
and this isn't a joke.
Seeing your name flash makes my day
but can't you see that I am scared?
If I come any closer,
it would be a big mistake.
I know I made promises
and couldn't fulfill all of them
but darling you don't know
That my world is a complete mayhem.
If I come closer,
Will you welcome me in your trap?
The day I say forever,
Will you leave me and never come back?
The silence between us deafens me.
When I think about you,
something inside suffocates me.
I want you to look past this ugly body of mine.
Take my heart which beats for you,
and look me in the eye.
Can't look past the shame and guilt.
Deep down inside I know the chances are slim.
And I hate myself for not knowing that loving you was a sin.
axr Oct 2014
He nibbled at my ear and whispered 'Let yourself loose.'
I asked 'Darling,will you play with my monsters too?'
axr Jan 2016
destroy
gather
rebuild**

make it better
late 2016 poem. YOU are in charge of your feelings and your actions. don't blame circumstances for a bad day. just make it better.
me
axr Sep 2014
me
A bittersweet fruit
If you must know
I can be a friend
or a foe.
There are so many things that I deplore
Writing about them is how I let go.
I don't listen to soft music when I write
It's a man screaming about his lost fight.
The pen's ink and my blood are same to me
They were there when I was jovial
or filled with misery.
If you must steal a of my words
Prepare to bid adieu to your world.
Pointing out my flaws won't get you anywhere
I live to create my own world.
You're not the one I choose to mitigate
My words aren't always resplendent
They are often about people
or some bad days
Alas! I am a mystery in my own self
Their are so many ideas wish to promulgate
I bid thee farewell
I have a lot to write
Of course you can come close!
I don't bite.
Poem about me
axr Oct 2014
I am the nicest mean person you will ever know
I can **** around without being a *****.
I am shy at first, but once they get to know me I am the loudest.
I am that kid in the class who doesn't get attention
I am the one who hates or loves their reflection.
I am the deep thinker or carefree.
In my world,  there is no stability.
I am fault finding or appreciative.
I feel denigrated.
I am the pessimist who is an optimist.
I make mistakes, enemies and friends.
When I write poetry,
I don't expect it to trend.
Named after the Indian goddess of victory
I am not always sweet.
I am perfect yet imperfect
as we all can be.
axr Nov 2014
I met a dancer once
She looked at me with her twinkling eyes
ready as a bird for her flight
She moved swiftly
like water reaching the shore
She came to me and asked
if I'll catch her when she falls
but she is so elegant with what she does
how could she ever fall?
'Sometimes, it happens J. Now wait for my call'
she moved gracefully
destroyed imaginary barriers
Kicked her demons away
I met her out of luck.
She then danced to the beat of my words
axr Jul 2017
well there goes another parade,
we're now marching with rainbows on our bodies and hashtags on our face
our roars pierce the skyline as the guns fire
bang! bang!
another bullet
in our direction
another life lost
and now we have a new sensation
young man murdered for a skin colour he didn't choose
young man murdered because 'he seemed like he was from the hood'
young man shot dead for following the rules

hashtags flooding twitter, photo sets on tumblr, double taps on instagram and likes on facebook
debates firing up and questioning the truth
we're marching
with the names of the dead carved on our skin
girls murdered for loving girls and boys murdered for loving boys,
a girl being murdered because she no longer wanted to be a boy.

we're crying,we're laughing,we're screaming and we're dying
and now the walls are covered in our writing
because we will never stop fighting
guess who's back
axr Apr 2014
Surrounded by backstabbers in this big cold world.
Every time I watch it swirl and turn,
I see the people bound with a curse.
Memories of yesterday in my eyes are nothing but a blur.

Everyday I wear mask over my charred face.
Don't look me in the eye, I never belonged to this place.
I am tired of living in this fake heaven.
It's too loud here to hear the angel's bell.
When the darkness fell,
I screamed for someone to take me to my own sweet hell.

The devil has heard my scream
and consoled me when I was sad.
He has made me a ton of promises
and trust me, they aren't that bad.
He might have lured me into a trap,
but now there is no going back.
I remember when night fell,
I went back to the devil and begged him to take me back to my own sweet hell.

Look me in the eye and you will see nothing ignite.
The war has extinguished the fire which burned bright.
Even the devil screamed in fear when he saw the ghosts inside of me.
I told him not to worry as I am a victim of a sweet old melancholy.
I saw all of them come to me and rip me to shreds.
It sure does feel good in my own sweet hell.
axr Nov 2014
My perfect man
Shall know all about my past
and refuse to judge me about it.

My perfect man
Shall know about my obsessions
But by no means Jesse Pinkman and Aaron Paul will spoil our relationship.

My perfect man
Doesn't need to have six abs
Or a tall build
But that doesn't mean he chooses an unhealthy lifestyle

My perfect man
Should be able to make me laugh
Should be able to hold me when I cry
Should know that I am one of the most shy humans on this planet
Should know that I will always love him
Should know that I can sing songs to him in my raspy voice
Should know that if he is trying to play
His heart is the one which goes for the ****.
*extra
My perfect man
Should be the child of Hephaestus and Esperanza Valdez
should know more code
And build an amazing fire breathing dragon
Have curly black hair and deep brown eyes to get lost into
Take my breath away whenever he comes in my way
I am talking about the one and only Leo Valdez
axr Jan 2015
I am turning into the person i detest and i have no control over it.

i don't want to be like this.
axr Nov 2015
It's strange
          that the man with "No Mercy" inked o'er his heart.
                    was the most merciful man I ever knew."
found this in my old notebook
axr Dec 2014
we were walking on the beach,hand in hand
red streaks covered the sky
just like the blood in our fights
it was time to bare our fangs
axr Sep 2016
sandstone hits glass
she wants to talk about our past
the knives,the guns,the pills fill my head
her words ring in my ears like a lost melody
the things i would do to her,
the things i would do for her

she wields her sword and raises her shield,
ready to fight
our enemy is not the one waiting at the city gates
but the one messing with her heads.

we have the same enemies, her and i
they are born in our heads,
they thrive on our thoughts,
they keep us awake at 3 AM with a bottle of wine by our bedsides
because our eyes are too tired to shut themselves,
they make us love ourselves sometimes
only to rip us apart and wear our skin as cloaks.
our enemies are peculiar
they lift the corners of our mouth to form a smile
they make us swallow pills and snort drugs to feel alive.
we don't fight them
we let them win
we let them aim their guns at us
we let them destroy our will to live
we let them follow us to family gatherings and night-outs
we watch them rip our insides out with a smile
we can never get them out of our heads.
you see, we once built a palace inside our heads
we adorned the walls with our favourite pictures and stories
we hung fairy lights by our bedsides
because all the light we couldn't see was fading away.
the demons crawled out from under our beds and got into our heads.

darkness loomed over our palace.
the fairy lights were broken
the pictures shattered
the stories reduced to scribbles
we sharpened our knives,
got guns for hands,
bombs at the entrance
and changed the lamps to grenades
but they didn't die.
they grew stronger.

we tried to burn down our palace,
run away to our haven
but they got us in the end
and no matter how high our swords and shields are raised
they will stay with us
until the very end
axr Nov 2014
We live in the same house
but we're buried under our secrets
axr Nov 2014
they never cried tears of happiness.
they write with sadness.
a lot of you can relate to this. .i guess
axr Jan 2015
Another one exploded in their mouths.
Nostalgia.
They're dead.
Kids,don't do drugs.
axr Nov 2014
I am a player of words.
I will be the the one to grab you by the neck first
but I might show sympathy on you
kick you in the shins and call you a fool.

My pen can do wonders
crush kingdoms, **** children, point out your blunders.
It takes a movement of my hand to change it all
fulfill your dreams, defy science's laws
I can make your lover infertile
make you an illegitimate child
send you to the most brutal fight
or present you with the Nobel prize.
I can make you a part of a dirt poor family
I can make you live your life without a tragedy.
I can make you an old hunchback
who has seen failure
I can make you the knight
in his shiny armour
I can push you off the cliff from which you hanged
or give you a nice pair of fangs.

Oh yes, I am nefarious.
write words which are a mystery or hilarious.
I would rule this place if I had asked for it first,
I am a player of words.

I have painted your world in different colours
cheered for you when you got the medal of valour
I killed your favourite character? Go figure!
I can make you turn into someone else at full moon
I can torture the ones who were your muse
I can build a world of my own
Not taken down by any force
The fire in my veins cannot be extinguished
I will present you with people between whom you cannot distinguish
I can bathe in the tears of my readers
Don't underestimate words
through your spine they can send shivers.



They see me as danger
to trouble, I am no stranger
there is no extent to my freedom
I am half angel, half demon
I have had my mind drift away to places
I have made friends with the one with scarred faces
danced on waves,  sang in deserts
all of this can't be done in reverse
I have killed you using shells
I often write to vent.
I often **** the things which you clenched.
I hold onto your soul and the boredom you munched
isn't all of this fun?
I could be queen if i asked for it first
the world calls me an introvert
and
The player of words
axr Nov 2014
'Poetry is for emos!'
screamed a prosaic once
Don't worry,
he's dead now
I shot him with my gun
which is made from words
'Poetry is for the beautiful minds'
Someone once said
'No, silly! Poetry is for the scarred soul'
replied a maiden
'Poetry is for people like me!'
screamed Mr.R
'No happiness but chests filled with money!'
'Poetry is my hobby.'
said a future entrepreneur
'Poetry is for the one dealing with loss'
said the scientist
'I don't care about poetry, How often do you floss?'
said my dentist.
'Poetry is dumb.'
said the misanthrope
'Poetry makes me think about him'
said the victim of infatuation
I cleared my throat and spoke to clear the confusion
'You're wrong to say poetry ain't fun
poetry is for everyone
'
thoughts.
comment below and tell me what do you think of this. might add more later
axr Sep 2014
Girl,you're pretty
Now stop starving
just to be skinny

Girl, you're beautiful
Nothing can get down
Now eat that meal till your tummy's full

Girl, your life is precious
Don't risk it like this.
Walk with your head held high
And look at the positive things

Girl, I know it's hard
Near relapses, family
and your inner war
Learn to stay strong
Ignore their taunts.

Girl, remember you're beautiful
Someday someone's going to love you
and fade all of your blues.

Girl, you're you
With your talents
and dimensions
Those models on cover pages will never be you
A reminder to girls out there who don't feel great about their bodies. I am in recovery since 7 months and I haven't felt this alive before.
axr Oct 2014
Creams to reduce eye puffiness
Give it a few hours, she'll be a mess.
She does her make up with dexterity
Her tears will smudge them soon.
But she's gotta maintain her popularity
She puts that neon pink lipstick on
Gives the customer want they want
She is beautiful without being ******
They say her name is of that if a flower
I observe her closely
She takes out a cigarette and places on her lips
The same one in which I always wanted to kiss
Her face I can never forget
Pretty girl is gonna die soon if she smokes too many cigarettes

I follow her in the alley
She notices me and laughs half-heartedly
I shuffle past the drunken men
I want to know her
We have never met.
She runs away from me and laughs
"Go home, handsome!  You'll get lost in this boulevard."
She offers me a cigarette
"Doesn't taste that bad, helps me forget"
Pretty girl is gonna die soon if she smokes too many cigarettes.

"Hey, hey, hey it's going to be just one shot."
I give her a smug smile.
"Tonight, you will be my boss."
I feel the drugs permeating my system
She ends up crying
She wants someone to listen.
Goes on rambling about her problems
and an ex called Wilson.
Influenced by drugs
I tell her to do the wrong thing.
"If you think drugs are the solution,  you should do it!"
Traces of her eyeliner on her lower eye lashes.
"That *****'s outfit hardly matches!"
She gives me one last hug
and places a cigarette on her lips.
I master the courage to give her a little kiss.
Her alcohol breath isn't the best.
Pretty girl is going to die soon if she smokes too many cigarettes.

Her lipstick on the outer edges of her mouth.
Her laughter a little bit too loud
All the curves in the right places
Her love of alcohol and cigarettes
Drunk in our own promises
Letting the drugs take over what ever is left
She just woke up
and lighted a cigarette to her lips
Sound of sirens that dips
It's been 12 hours since we've met.
Her face I can never forget.
Pretty girl is gonna die soon if she smokes too many cigarettes
Kids, don't do drugs.
axr Dec 2014
she ruled kingdoms three
the land were prisoners roam free
she spent her time staring at walls
making worlds which would never fall

the chieftain came in and bowed at her feet
'My Queen,the enemy has left us no option -
surrender or retreat.'
Aghast,bewildered and tensed she paced the court
'Oh dear! did they sink our boat?'
'Your majesty, will you please tell how to act in such a situation?'
'You fool! how am I supposed to answer when I am the Queen of Procrastination!'
axr Nov 2014
There is nothing romantic or beautiful about smoking
Smokers out there are aware about their bodies being harmed because of cigarettes
I know people who have ruined their lives because of smoking
now could you please stop romanticising this thing because it is ******* ******* me off.
i just read some poems here which romanticise smoking..
axr Jun 2016
the rain drowns the city's noise,
all you can hear is the storm knocking on your door.
potholes filled with muddy water,
traffic officers standing without umbrellas.
the poor stand outside and wonder
if they'll get some sleep tonight.
the rich pose for another picture
with a fake smile.
commuters cursing the rain gods and the government
for not using their taxes to fill holes with more cement.
the storm has been knocking on our doors
we've been too busy to answer it's call
but now it has let itself go
and the city has drowned before dawn.
axr Oct 2014
I hate the term
Tragically beautiful.
If you find something beautiful about my face
or me as a person,
Say it.
Just say it
Quit using that dumb term
it's as good as romanticising self harm and depression.
I will try to help you through your recovery
But I won't kiss your scars.
I will lose my mind when I realise that you are hurting yourself.
There is nothing Tragically beautiful about depressed humans
or humans who are just having a hard time.
If something about that human is tragically beautiful,
try making 'em happy.
Make 'em laugh.
See through them.
and you might find some *real beauty
axr Oct 2014
Darkness fuses itself in me
All I hear is
Distant echoes
and a faint bittersweet symphony.
'Save us! You're the only one who is near.'
They seemed harmless
I obeyed them and let them became my biggest fear.
Soon I realised
There are people trapped in my head
I sit by myself
and watch my insides melt.
They tend to grow stronger every second
they often say
'All we ever wanted was to fill you with lies

Scream to your fullest,

there's no one to hear your cries.

I think I made my point clear

We lied

Look a little bit closely

We are your monsters that came to life.
'

My mind is a dark room
Where the silence is deafening.
To there torture,
I am mute
Trapped in a beautiful yet ugly world of illusions
I don't see reality
for all I know its a pure tragedy
They say reality itself is an illusion
Is my life an allusion?
This anxiety explodes like glass
leaving behind unforgettable scars.
I maybe delusional
I am no perfection.
I don't know when, how and what changed me.
For what I believe is not reality
Look past your lies
its a pure tragedy.
I wrote this after reading Gena Showalter's Intertwined where the protagonist hears voices in his head. I do not know anyone with Schizophrenia, just making use of my poetic freedom
axr Feb 2016
staying alive becomes tough at times
you need a purpose, a reason to live
and one day
you lose it all
but you can walk
around the debris
looking at your shattered soul
pick it up
and rebuild
because friend, you deserve to live
you must carry on.
Sometimes a catharsis is necessary.
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