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Betrayal is black
It smells like the ashes of burned hope
It tastes like poisoned fruit
It sounds like a raging war
It feels like falling into a serpents nest
It looks like the wreckage of a bright soul
Betrayal creates a thirst for revenge
  Oct 2014 Beebz The Queen
Madisen Kuhn
i’ve never had feelings for anyone who could be good for me. i’ve never been interested in someone where a good, healthy relationship could’ve resulted, and maybe that’s why i’m so jaded, because everyone i’ve ever liked has just been a distraction or a house on fire— someone i know i shouldn’t be involved with, but i’ll give myself just a few more days to run around frantically with my hands over my eyes, peaking through the cracks between my fingers, searching for things i know i don’t really need, and then i’ll dash out and run down the driveway and the smog will linger for a little while, and the neighbors will complain, and i’ll sit on the curb with my forehead on my knees, holding nothing but intangible regret. next, i’ll either get over it, or obsessively think about him and the ashes smudged on the inside of my eyelids for longer than my sanity. i’ve never really liked someone and been able to daydream about the real possibility of us turning into something greater; of tire swings and painted mailboxes and overgrown, green lawns. it’s always been pretending and fake hope and melodramatic doom. i think it’s messed up my perception of having feelings for someone, because i can never take it seriously— either i know he’s not right for me, or i know the circumstances prohibit the possibility of us. it makes me never want to give anyone a chance (i can’t even see anyone worth chance-giving) because i know how it ends. i don’t like having this closed off heart so early on; i’m too young to be this bitter.
21:56 journal entry
Beebz The Queen Oct 2014
His eyes truly were captivating
They somehow held every stare
His eyes held the world secrets
But how did they get there

I gazed into the great unknown
Within the depths of his eyes
Is it true that this is love
Or am i believing lies?

If he caught me starting
Would he simply look away
Or would he speak to me?
I wouldn't know what to say

I'd be at such a loss
If he approached me
I'd giggle and I'd blush
Hoping he wouldn't see

His eyes, Oh.. his eyes
They draw me near
They beckon and they call
They wash away all fear

How did it happen?
I usually seem to wonder
How did we forget the rain
Was it the lightening or the thunder
  Oct 2014 Beebz The Queen
axr
war
'Young lady, why is your poetry so dark?'
I don't know good sir, it's probably because I have my insides at war.
Legit question asked to me today
  Oct 2014 Beebz The Queen
axr
Hi there, friend
This is my current guesstimate on your behaviour
You have probably forgotten me
and gone on a vacation with your reindeer.
No? That isn't the case?
Let's just say you follow the path of douchebagism.
While I laugh when you fail.

Such a wayward young man
claims to be Green Day's biggest fan.
Your ego needs to thaw
Idiot, I hope you know others too have flaws.
Remember none will have your back when you fall
Traitor.
You know my name
Let me rebrand it
I then, am Joshua.

You are Jericho --
A Jericho in my hands
For God gave you to me
The task is mine now.

I was born to conquer
I was born for this
To utter words of triumph
And exalt and laud
The name above all names.

You are not alone
But I am to *defeat
you
Including your kings
And mighty men of valor
That the proud heart may lose control
Be angry then, yet not sin.

I, Joshua
The one who'll march around the city
And for six days,
That'll be my routine
A discipline for myself
An act of obedience
Of not letting words slip in
From my mouth that once cursed
Yet now, I'm redeemed.

The trumpets we'll blow
And the Lord was with us
The fame now is of the land
Oh victory! Yes, my victory!

(6/29/14 @xirlleelang)
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