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contrasenses Jan 2014
Coldplay
       2. football
3. ***
   4. trust
          5. my openness to others
6. Dean Martin
  
7. Christmastime
                 8. hockey
    
9. late nights*
10. my belief that there are caring people out there
contrasenses Jan 2014
I knew I wouldnt make it if I tried to stake it out alone
light sparks of self loathing in my mind suddenly ignited my insides
I knew I wouldnt make it if I tried to stake it out alone

          I called the hotline last night

                    a delicate voice answered
                    in attempts to nurture my battered soul
                    just enough to get me to sleep

                                you were the closest I have ever felt to peace
                                you told me you care
                                a word whose melody I have completely forgotten

                                           I smiled with lips parted for the first time in months last night

                                                                                      so why is my wrist now crimson red?
contrasenses Jan 2014
It's funny how the day you die
Is the day the world will be ready to listen
Your smile blinds all of my horrors
I've had the time of my life
Slaying dragons with you, fighting fire with you
I wish I could have had the chance to see
The world that lies behind your eyes
But I keep mistaking warm winter days for spring
It's a bittersweet season
I am all bent, some parts even broken
But perhaps at the very end
This ordeal will form me into a greater shape
So when my ashes touch the surface of the shore
Lie along the riverbed and listen to the current take me away
Because some of the greatest stories
Are heard but never told
I'll blow a kiss at the bleached soil
And wink at the rusty skies
I have a hammer heart
It beats with too much force
Moving too much life and love
All flowing through such a tainted body
And this blood stains skin
For Gods sake how do you not see
I'm not waving to you dear
I'm drowning
You say you love me
But when I collapse
My back to the floor
All that lies beside me is the piercing, still air
And its so cold
The little time bomb tells me to go to sleep
This weapon is making my hand sweaty
The tears are here
But just like always I will let them be
I forfeit.
We have seen it in each other
These past few years
Our bodies have grown
But our hearts have torn up
Flames on my forehead
Dont worry, I'm not completely gone
Ill be the one sitting in the backseat of your mind
'a mess' doesn't even begin to describe what I am in this moment
contrasenses Jan 2014
the first time you touched me
I went home and scrubbed my skin to rid your fingerprints
the last time you touched me
I couldnt stop drinking the sweet musk your embrace
sometimes I cant help but drown in the past
contrasenses Jan 2014
This is the place
Where one afternoon
I'll dance by the rosebushes
But be bleeding and bruised
Darling, my thoughts would break you
This heart is like a black hole
Pieces of you are everywhere
As the darkness unfolds
Here is a day you begged to never come
I'm melting then freezing
Melting then freezing
Its raw, its icy
But hot on your breath
This creation of god
Motions to the devil
So keep me where the light is
This storm that you call personality
Always changes
Calm to ill
My nerves are aching
Pulsating
Calm to ill
So promise me
If you decide to go before I wake
You'll leave the light on
If not at some point
I will succumb for my own sake
We can't downplay the dreary days
I've lost myself completely
But to keep going
I just need to remember my name
So could you whisper it sweetly?
As far as the unsaid goes
Were you scared
Or trying to spare me?
Be truthful now
I can't afford to sink into your gravity
This is a permanent winter
The entire home is asleep but me
They long ago committed
To the heaviness of rosy dreams
I fall victim to insomnia
As my pillow is untouched
They tell me I pose my ruins well
As the next morning
I still have a clutch
I'll never be a champion
So paint my hands gold
Like a weak little bird in a man's hands
I yearn to delicately unfold
I think that I'm finally catching my breath
But its not my air
Its yours
Tell me how to power through
Because my nails are deep in the flesh of desperation
And we mustn't forget
Its only skin
There's no leeway for hesitation.

— The End —