shes hiding in her bedroom
her blood splattered on the floor
her blade in her hand
her back to the door

she has a reason you know
theres a voice in her head
saying: "your not good enough"
"you deserve to be dead"

she looks in the mirror
and burst into tears
the voice comes again
pounding in her ears

"you deserve all this"
"every single cut"
"you deserve to die"
"you stupid little ****"

your right she thought to her self
i deserve it all
i dont deserve to be here
all it need is one big fall

she went to write a note
but she threw them in the bin
world could never describe
how she let the voice in

do it! do it!
"you fat ugly cow"
she stepped onto the ledge
she had to do it now

it taunts her
when she's lying in her bed
it screams bad thoughts
and whispers in her head

she took a breath
all she wants is silence
her own mind back
the only answer was violence

now she knew
as long as her heart was beating
the voice would be there
always repeating

no one even heard her
as quiet as mice
she finally got her silence
but her life was the price

If I could take my last five minutes of breath
I'd share them with you
Wrapped up in roots trees
of your island
As rain falls and crashes into the shivering  morning blue
we are hidden undercover
tangled in our own undoing
the fullness, the delicious sin of your fullness
in my hips
makes me cry out
and grab onto everything
to make you stay
here in this moment
I am like a young restless animal
eyes wild and naked
in your arms
We come together
like little disasters
earthquakes and hurricanes
violent and tumultuous
the unrelenting madness
in this dimly lit room
we make love
like some force of nature.
I am awake I am spinning
out of my hurricane mind
that can only be sated
with me screaming your name
like merciless pounding rain
on pavement
and skin
Make it last for as long
as I have the taste of you in my mouth
the slow, deep magnetic pull
of your body to mine
tracing small circles on your skin
branding soft kisses
in the secret places of you
until there you are
buried deep within me
and I am helpless
I feel the earth vibrate into my bones
in every pore
each dying for release
each one stronger than the last
inch of you
wanting and wanting
to be yours
to be mine
and in a few brief moments
transcendence
and crash breathless
into each other
only thing left is a faint sillage
and our racing heartbeats
like horses pounding hoof to earth
It feels like some ancient dance
or a dream
of a thousand suns
or the stillness of stars
in their endless celestial trance.
Nothing is as transporting
than the scent of your skin
the erratic beats
underneath my ear
I have no sense of time and place
anymore
I want more
than just words

thousands of lost souls screaming at the dark
that lives inside their minds
and wishing someone could draw them out
of their lonely heads and this broken time

even the simplest action becomes an ordeal
a herculean task to those who are
living perpetually in fear of all
the things they see and everything they are

if you have never lost your senses
to sheer paralysis over food, or going out
you cannot understand how terrifying
life can be, or how it drags so many down

we live in the depths, an exclusive hades
this circle of hell exists on earth
heaven and stars become a rich pipedream
we lose all idea of love and elusive self worth

an illness so isolated, this disease
god I wish something was wrong with my body
that could show what makes me so insane
instead of a perfectionist need to be lovely

an innate detachment from others
the people who know how to exist
in happiness, who dream of real things
who when they die will truly be missed

I am not here, not real, I wish I was
not a shadow girl, the ghost at the bar
lost in a lonely heart and finding salvation
wielding a blade and creating ugly scars

making pain replace love and true feeling
so that everything translates to fat
and I can't possibly enjoy anything
and open up, I'll never be like that

withdrawal and dissolution reigns until
this girl gets help, gets locked up
gets shown all the ways in which she is sick
god, I wish I had never grown up

*© Tara India.

She'***** the bottom far to long,
waiting,
          breathing.
for someone to come along.
hating,
              creating .
for something to happen,
with all in bad luck she points and blames.
chaos,
         shame.
Selling your sins into heaven for fame!
scoundrel,
            thief.
From Hades you came,
***** your finger from which came blood of grain,
truly beautiful for the great insane.
comfortable,
             numb.
Tedious credulous liar,
shake down this cross and bear to save it,
as for my people their hearts you enslave it!
evil,
          lucrative.
Down at the bottom she picks and gnaws,
tiny ***** fingers at the thick hard walls,
up the well as her faint raspy voice calls,
"****** for you and ****** for all."
revenge,
              bitter.

If our poems are really
Our hearts in words
We just wrote onto the screen

Then why do we care
About the numbers
Our poetry makes

Unless we need to see
What others think
About what is ours alone

I love the way you look at me and then smile at the ground.
I love the way you speak to me, you hardly make a sound.
I love the way you laugh at me when I can barely talk.
All the beer and alcohol I can barely walk.
Oh I love the little things you do.
I love all the little things about you.
I love the way you walk with me
always slowing down.
I love the way you say my name
I love the way it sounds.
I love the way you look at me
And then smile at the ground.
I love the way you kiss my lips
And then look to see who saw
I love the way you grab my hips
Never letting go.
I love the way you get upset,
At all the bad things in our way.
I love the way you cheer me up,
When I've had a ****** day
I love the sound of your jealous words,
When I'm talking to a guy
But darling don't you worry
I'm never leaving you.
I love these things
All these little things about you.