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 May 2015
Muggle Ginger
No one has told me
I should feel anything but
worthless

I used to think I
Simply had to try harder
Now it's too hard
To try at all

One day I was happy
The next I was sad
The day after I was gone
 May 2015
WickedHope
Oh look, Pinocchio found hedge clippers.
Now we'll never know.
 Apr 2015
WickedHope
one word, one thought can set me off
ha, wow here I am, no surprise I'm back again
no, no, no, i can't function, i can't breathe
you have no idea what this did to me
choking, choking, gagging myself
so far gone, no use in help
under a minute for me to get this way
wonder how long this dark cloud will stay
inside my ever-constant storm
will it be here for minutes, hours, days, or more
look, look, look at me bleed
not from my veins, but somewhere deep-
er than i can reach
just one word
one thought
can **** near **** me
Haha, nope.
I'm definitely dead, babe.
I dare you to disagree now.
 Apr 2015
WickedHope
Manufactured wings the world gave me
Mechanical design tried to cool, tame me
Freedom certainly, subdued undoubtedly
Strings attached make an angelic marionette
Strings leave me free to come undone
Snap or be pulled back, unraveling into a fall
Fly faster to the finish line as higher I sail
Rule restricting 'rights' are the limits they lied of
Wind hushes the voices that still scream
Wind drowns them out in partial foreshadowing
I am still among the chaos, only soaring up
I am myself for the first time as I am carried
The wings carry me as if in a dream
Nothing seems real but it couldn't be less fake
This is the first time I feel risk, authenticity
I taste the breeze and sun-rays on my tongue
Cutting myself lose I become focused on up
I break away as I approach my potential
I grin with the new power I have found
In these wings that were made for me
*Grinning, I slip quietly into the sea
I've decided to burn my wings,
the wax that holds them together already drips off.
 Apr 2015
WickedHope
tell me i'm being a dramatic brat
because i'm the one
who turned you down
i threw you away

you have saved my life
too many times to count
i tried to give you space
these long years
six years ago
you met me
and i was a doll
and you were a bird
and now i am nothing


i expected to be your last
pick as it's been
for the past years after
she told you no as always
i actually expected that
i'm such a *****

but she said yes
she told you yes

i remember
when we were thirteen
back when we were thirteen
and now you're and adult
and i'm not far behind
and you said she'd be with him
and in my head i added that
you'd be with me
you'd be with me
it seems i've always been
a presumptuous little *****

i can't believe
i'm crying over you
you always made me cry
more than anyone
even back when i was twelve
do you remember when
we were twelve
and you told your instructor about
how you gave me my insomnia
you were the start
of the problem that still
haunts me at late hours
but you were the start
you were the start of me
of so much good
you are the only one who knows
the secret i won't tell a soul
not another soul
just us alone
you are the first one
the first one i loved selflessly

i tried to give you space
i know i came back a few times
but i tried to forget you
in other men
because you proved to me
not all men were
*** driven pigs
utter *******
like i grew up with

and i asked last year
i asked why not me
what with all our chemistry and how
you're the only one
i have ever let touch me
with out panicking
you are the only one
i asked why
and you gave me the reason
the one thing i cannot change
and i weep over it bitterly
that the only thing keeping me from you
is perhaps
the thing i love most about you

and i wanted one night to feed
my craving for all the nights
but she took it from me
the sweet girl
who has the one thing
i do not
the sweet girl
you met a year before me
and you fell in love with
seven years ago
a year before i fell for you
i love you

i just wanted that one night
one night
a girl who is devastated
over one night of her life
tell me i'm being a dramatic brat
because i threw you away first
and you haven't given me
a second chance i don't deserve

~
To Bird.
I hope you have a good time...
 Mar 2015
WickedHope
Run and run and run in place
All our efforts
Are such a waste

When we work
In such simple opposition
We cannot help but
Let go of firm position

Release
Your grasp upon yourself
Silence your cry for another's help
We have choked out our inner peace

There is nowhere
Safe left
When you have two people
Living in your head
**Title is archaic Greek.

I don't know.
I keep trying to be two people at once. It's not working very well.
Sorry this *****. Writing isn't going well at the moment either.
 Mar 2015
WickedHope
I can't even say          
                                                   ­                        you hurt me
with confidence.          

It feel like this so         
often I've begun          
to wonder if          
                                                    ­                         I do this to myself...

I want to cuss you         
out of my thoughts but         
                                                                ­            I only sink further
into them.          

So I'll pretend it's fine --           
I'm fine -- while          
                                                 ­                             I'm crying my eyes out,
because I don't even think         
                                                                ­             I can blame you.
Crying. Hating.
**** me.
 Mar 2015
Doy A
If he did not matter
And I did not care
Why does his voice echo in my head
On sleepless nights

Mornings cold, sheets unmade

If he loved me so
And I did not want him at all
Why can I still see his smile
Every time I look up at the clouds

Sun blinding, skin pale

If it was my choice
And his heartbreak, his loss
Why do I find myself
Writing these lines today

Clock ticking, time slowing

If I am unhappy
And he is long gone
I know for sure I'm stuck here
Regretting, longing

I thought I was the one
Who got away
But clearly,
He's the one who got away
With my heart.
 Mar 2015
WickedHope
(maybe i'm a mistake)
mistake
mistakes happen all the time

just erase them and they'll be gone
erase the mistake
erase it
erase her
(erase me)

i wonder what being erased feels like
to feel nothing
but not in this way
this poisonous way
this painful way
of feeling nothing

i wonder what it feels like to be nothing
but not dirt nothing
not sludge nothing
not this nothing that stings

i wonder where the nothings go
where the mistakes go
when they're erased

i have to stop running
i run from the right things
and to the wrong thing
or is it to the right things
and away from the wrong things

it's hard to tell
when everything is in motion

can't we press pause
someone press pause
please
someone just press pause

i am spinning and falling
but i don't hit the ground
the dirt
(i am the dirt)

i just keep spinning
and i flip over and over
without touching anything
without stopping
without pausing
(someone stop me)

i keep running
(make me stop
make me sit tight
and stay in one place
make me fixed
not a mistake
)

(erase me
erase me and replace me
)

replace (me) with the correct thing
the right thing
the finally-makes-sense thing
the feels-right thing
the safe thing
the not-so-crazy thing
the stable thing

(erase me
and send me
to the place the nothings go
.)
Listening to From Autumn to Ashes.
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