"I didn't marry the devil.
The devil married me."
"Honey, there is a war on in your heart, and I'm not even sure that you're fighting."
I think I'm addicted to the pain of wanting someone I can't have.
"It's kinda sad how you wear your smile like a brand new pair of handcuffs."
rain doesn't make a sound until it hits something
pain doesn't make sound until it breathes nothing
"I pick up your promises like seashells. Beautiful. Empty. I raise them to my ear for the sugar of your voice, but all I hear is salt."
"A drop of ink may force a million to feel,
when it comes to art, it's vital not to hide the madness."
Isn't it weird?
She's bursting with happiness, and yet her first thought was,
"Is this normal?"
"You could break my heart into tiny little pieces, and I'd still pick them up and put them back in your hands."
They burned the bridge,
then ask why I don't visit.
"I read them all one day
when loneliness came,
and you were away.
Oh they told me nothing new
But I love to read
the words you used."
"He fought so hard to lose his demons, yet he'll willingly invite all of hers over."
I think the saddest sound ever
is the crack in someone's voice when they're on the verge of tears
Lately I don't ever want to wake up from my dreams
because at the end, they are my dreams.
Dreams show what the heart wants most,
and whenever I close my eyes
I see you.
"I hate how I became your puppet, but then again, I tied the strings myself."
"the sky is so tragically beautiful. a graveyard of stars, because all stars blow up."
"They say when you shiver it means that someone stepped on your past lives' grave.
The first human took their first step on Mars
and all of humanity shivered."
"Autumn killed the summer with the softest kiss."
"When I kissed you, you tasted like war, and that was funny, because I craved the chaos."
"The saddest thing about my regret is
that I can't forgive me
and you can't forget."
He had just taken her for granted for her light was always there
Because you never thank the ground until you know how it feels to fall
Or just how much you need the sun until it doesn't rise at all
"When you're all alone, even devils seem to be friendly."
I'm broken but I still want to write poems on your skin with my lips.
no books have the spine to carry and
Our minds cannot be trapped in between the lines of a notebook
Because people are not poetry
"We made our hearts disposable, and then we question why they're left broken."
"Girl, if you don't love yourself
you'll always be chasing people who don't love you either."
'i heard a song and it made me think of you
the song ended and that made me think of you too.'
"I've been both the flowing water
and the stone that blocks its way
I've been frozen, I've been molten,
And I'll be again someday
Though I've been a billion things,
this is the first one that can smile
I'm pieces of the universe
Living as human for a while."
A violin player:
Plays a song
Builds a smile
She seems okay and
'Practice makes perfect'
With a bow of "I'm fine"
Choose your performance and sing a lie
And upon that hill
Tie your voice
Pull on violin strings
Self-destruction such a beautiful thing
-What the caterpillar calls death, the world calls butterfly.
A demon once told me that:
"If you don't heal what hurt you,
you'll bleed on people who didn't cut you."
"I have found so much beauty in the Dark as I have found a lot of horrors in light."
My thoughts were destroying me,
I tried not to think but
the silence was a killer too.
I could set the world on fire and call it rain.
But that wouldn't be fun, would it?
a dead rose still has it's fragrance
amidst a world made of cement
Anxiety is a LOT like a toddler
It never stops talking
Tells you you're wrong about everything
And wakes you up at 3 a.m.
"In the morning there is meaning,
in the evening there is feeling."
I am not violent.
I am not mischievous.
I am what they made me, a weapon.
I am a result.
Yet, they had the nerve to tell me to find peace.
Almost everyone needs it,
asks for it,
but almost nobody takes it?
"She sang in greek,
And prayed in latin
So she can ache in a language so old that even
the earth no longer remembers;
that it has returned to dust."
Imagine writing the most depressing poem,
written with the most beautiful handwriting
but no one is really focused on it.
Everyone is more focused on how the handwriting is so perfect.
Sometimes, we tend to lose ourselves,
concentrating on the irrelevance of something
Some extroverts talk so much but say so little
Some introverts talk so little but say so much
a hundred smiles
a thousand faces
and a million masks
all to hide a billion lies.
Maybe roses having thorns isn't the issue,
Maybe it's our need to touch everything that's beautiful
"I still wonder if I rebuilt myself
with the right pieces
or if I'll never truly be myself again.
I wonder if I'm made by bits of the people I've met."
"She was like a siren.
She collected the affections of those around her,
keeping them like toys,
to be used once or twice when bored."
To be yourself
in a world where you need to be everybody else
Now that in itself is a miracle.
She wore her heart on her sleeves,
unaware that he had scissors.
"I needed you like rain but you were afraid to fall."
the soul will heal itself
but the heart tends to ache
and our mind likes to scream