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Astra Zenneth Nov 2017
Joy
It’s a sickly feeling
To hold one’s chest
To squeeze and compress
Ripping into tissue
Tearing at the flesh
But-one loves it nonetheless
Astra Zenneth Oct 2017
My mouth didn’t open in time,
lips stuck together
They passed but I said nothing
Time stopped and then passed as it always does
A resting moment in which there was only terror
Horror of what was never said

A simple sorry means all the world
Astra Zenneth Oct 2017
I must be insane
You taste so sweet, I can’t resist
But I’m not sure its worth the pain


I keep shoveling with my chips
God its burns my ******* mouth
But still I take another dip

I mixed the pepper with cream cheese
after chopping in the blender
And now I eat it as I please


The peppers set my mouth on fire
The dairy doesn’t really help
it kind of ***** that I’m a crier


I should avoid wiping my eyes

Don’t want to spread the burn

but  I subscribe to candied lies


Oh my god. This spice is hell

Still I’m eating candy California
The heat is making my tongue swell

Tied and gagged, I just cry
my throat hurts, everything burns
I just might die
Is this the first time I've done an extended metaphor without directly saying what's being represented????/
Astra Zenneth Sep 2017
Look away, they're children
They don't understand, they're children
They don't have eyes, they only know lies
They're such a burden, these children
The words they speak have no meaning
they're simple, no use intervening
You can ask questions, don't listen
Responses don't matter, they're children
I find that adults tend to treat children like lesser beings that don't understand anything. that's exaggerated, of course, for lack of better wording.
Astra Zenneth Sep 2017
As the air begins to chill
The raven on thy window sill
It caws in warning of the battle
In raucous caw thy ribs do rattle
The time has once again returned
For retribution, we bones have yearned
The fleshies will suffer the cost
then shall they know all that we've lost
Calling all the men of bone
Our army is ready, our numbers have grown
There is no way to lose this fight
On yonder cold October night
The honor of bone, we shall defend
Men of Bone shall reign again!
doot. my favorite annual trend of Tumblr is the skeleton war
Astra Zenneth Sep 2017
My form is changing
I can't tell what it is
Its bubbling, twisting, churning, shaping
Indistinguishable I can't tell what it is
You ripped away my face now
You stole my identity
I thought I was happy
What the **** did you do to me?
I don't exist I'm a blur
I don't know but it hurts
I can't take it, I can't ******* do this
How could you think to put me through this?
What is my name? Do I have a face?
It burns! I just want to leave this place
My skin peels off and grows again
or melts off every now and then
I can't tell what it is. I can't tell what I am
It burns! I'm changing again and again
It happens so fast, I'm not even real
I've been torn apart, I don't think I can heal
Give me the pills, I want to step off the sill
or rock back and forth until everything's still.
My face is rotting, in no way alive
You left me, how did you think I'd survive
Gotta just do it, I won't revive
take a step back, leap into the dive
Face towards the concrete
Can't eat, Can't sleep
Falling forever, this is the end
I lied to you, I don't want to be friends!
I have to forget you, Get out of my head!
God you make me wish I was dead
You stole my identity, I'm not part of whole
I'll never get over this 'til you return what you stole
You know what it is, right out of my chest
Some might be gone now, but give back the rest
You're burning me down How can't you see!
What this is-


It's just not me.
Astra Zenneth Sep 2017
A distant steeple
Far off people
Clouded minds
Clouded skies
Death, Death, Death
The crows call The crows call The crows call The crows call-
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