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 Nov 2013 Emmatell
kat lykke
for every fragile memory
i visit
time is wasted
and i am foolish enough
to let it happen
repeatedly
because i am convinced
that we had a moment
in between sarcasm
and cockiness

you let me see through
your disguise
though you did not
and then you left me
craving for more
ache for attention
i was not entitled to

*(k.w)
i'm sorry.
 Oct 2013 Emmatell
Madisen Kuhn
Curled up beneath the duvet
knees drawn up to chest
inhaling the smokey scent of my fleece
sown fresh nostalgia
I remembered how
we laughed and ate off chinaware
while sipping out of plastic cups
sitting by the fire pit
in the backyard
my eyes wandered
towards the woods at dusk
and I breathed
realizing we are just specks of dust
that glimmer in the light of our Creator.
 Oct 2013 Emmatell
cresun
anger takes over me
for what society is today

they glamorize self-harm
pretending to have monster
under them and scare
people away by
telling how they adore
the drawings on the skin
only to want attention and sympathy

they romanticize self-harm
wishing for a guy to kiss
the carved lines
wishing for a guy to tell
the whole world
how much he truly loves her

i could never understand
why and how a person
could do such a thing
for the sake of their own desire
of having a remarkable love story
to be told to envied it out of people

how could you label yourself
with the names of mental illnesses
and still said you are proud of it
just for the *******
of impressing people

you do not have depression
when you are actually
experiencing a normal sorrows

sorrows of when you failed a test
you never work *******
sorrows of when your parents yell
at you for something
you have done wrong
sorrows of when your crush
does not feels the same
and never rise up your hopes

you do not have bipolar disorder
when you are actually
experiencing emotions like
a normal human being

emotions of
sadness
joyous
anger
frustration
they are all possible to be
felt in a day

the world is so wrong
everything is so unright
and i am terribly so upset

you don't know
anything about it
and that should be
a good thing
for you do not have to
feel pain and suffer from it
for every breath you take
but no matter what you say of society, they will never change.
 Oct 2013 Emmatell
jd
Untitled
 Oct 2013 Emmatell
jd
you can
make
            Anything
seem
    poetic
by
writing it
like

*this
 Sep 2013 Emmatell
Henry Bandini
My dreaming angel
So dark, and tired
Without a spark you've brought me light.
And to be honest
My life entire
Have seen enough of your delight.
Your greedy eyes
Your dull desire
Have witnessed better days and nights.
Under destructive chains of tyrants
The vanished scars
Come back to life.
Don't be afraid
You fools!
You liars!
Don't fret to gaze into the stars.
While smoke erupts
From lakes of fire
You must continue with your gods .
 Sep 2013 Emmatell
Rachel Cloud
When you look in the mirror
And sorrow looks back
The sobs of unworthy
Your body will rack
As tears of regret
Fall through the air
Weight of consequence
More than you can bear
The hate inside you
Ripping out
The distress that blinds you
Fills you with doubt
Doubt in the world
that left you to rot
Doubt in the people
Who love you or not

Tragedy turns you
Cold as stone
And tragedies plural
Will leave you alone
As dark overshadows
All light in your soul
It makes you abandon
Your greatest goal
All hope that you find
Will seem dark and demeaning
Life, in itself
Will lose all its meaning
It'll mock you today
And will mock you tomorrow
The mirror that showed you
All of your sorrow...
 Sep 2013 Emmatell
Sand
Obsession.
 Sep 2013 Emmatell
Sand
Had I know that yesterday
Was the last time
I’d have the chance to hold your hand
I’d never let go
I’d squeeze your carpal bones
So close that they’d snap
Built pressure bursting blood from your fingertips
Seeping onto my own skin
A subtly violent fusion
That would still hurt less
Than you walking away.
 Sep 2013 Emmatell
Madisen Kuhn
I'd rather have scars on my cheeks
   And a crooked nose and
Bad skin and boney hips
   Or boring eyes and boring hair and a boring mouth
And someone tell me
   “You’re beautiful,”

Because I’d know they meant
   I am beautiful in the way that I talk,
In the way that I listen, in the way that I love,
   In the way that I am

Than have

   Pretty lips and pretty teeth and
Pretty hair and a pretty nose
   And ignorantly believe
That being beautiful in the way that I look
   Is enough.”
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