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Dreamer Jun 2017
I dream, sometimes,
of slicing open my arm
just out of curiosity--
not of self-harm.

I would run my knife
down the pale hide
whilst being oh so careful
not to damage what's inside.

With four metal clamps,
I would pry back the skin.
Through this, I could see
the flexing muscle within.

After I've had my fill,
I would suture the flesh.
Satisfied till the morrow,
having fulfilled this request.
Dreamer May 2017
To really look at yourself is the hardest thing to do.
Not just looking in the mirror, but when the mirror looks back at you.
When you see all your flaws, your weaknesses, and your short comings.
Its hard not to break and start to leak, like a crack in the plumbing.
When i looked into my soul, i saw nothing but black.
Cried, prayed, and wished for a chance. A chance to go back.
To right all the wrongs, to patch all the holes.
Even though i know its impossible, like changing the way the river flows.
Since i cant go back, all i can do now is change.
Have to mend my soul, order my feelings, have to rewire my brain.
Dreamer May 2017
I am just telling you
"Love is not always enough for having everything"
I was as naive as you too .
But this world isn't.
crush's cold words
Dreamer May 2017
You are the void. You are the emptiness. You are the space. You are the nothingness. You are the silence. You are the meaninglessness. But the good news is -- you can always fill yourself up with anything you want. You can always transform. You can always be flexible. You can always update yourself. And the moment of enlightenment is, when you choose to fill yourself up with love and compassion, joy and bliss, humility and respect. The true discovery is when you realize you are the master of your own fate.
Dreamer May 2017
I lay in this place
The devil keeps me here
You don't know what he whispers

Hatred
Envy
Grief
Fear

The devil peddles used wares

Steal it
Hate it
Miss it
Create it

The devil and I lay in bed
Destroying every dream you ever had

Now you know
About heaven and hell
Did you ever wonder
Who tips the scale

There is no escape from
Everything you saw
It is too late now
You shouldn't speak at all

Go to hell
Go to hell
I'll see you there.
Dreamer Apr 2017
See... Nights are strange... It's a time when you really remember the beautiful moments spent with a special somebody and cherish those moments while being fully aware that you could never be with her... It's a truly mixed feeling of good memories and sad nostalgia ... In the day I try to convince myself she is not mine and it's in my best interest to forget her and let her be with someone she likes now but at night the painful remainder of her memory creeps into mind and I can truly get convinced for the umpteenth time that I can never forget her ever again...
Dreamer Apr 2017
They said to her, with a voice full of coldness:
"You have a fair face, but you should get rid of those freckles that ruin you!"
She smiled, closed her eyes humbly and answered:
"The night would never be beautiful if there were no stars sparkling and twinkling across its limits. However, I wish you could focus on getting rid of the rudeness that conquers your heart instead."
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