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 Aug 2014 firexscape
fdg
skeletons
 Aug 2014 firexscape
fdg
DRINK COFFEE AND READ POEMS, talk more often, maybe even to a therapist. let yourself be heard and seen, let him ask you questions, let yourself ask him if he wants to go look at the stars with you but don't let yourself think about it too much if he says no
try try try
 Aug 2014 firexscape
emm
Addicted
 Aug 2014 firexscape
emm
You told me its okay not to be okay but darling its only okay when you're around
You flow through my blood and invade my insides
You make your way to my heart and slowly take over
I asked you to love me,
Love me till im me again
Make me feel whole again.
You're in my veins and i dont want you out
i was in love with the idea of you
pulsating through me
it's almost as if
my heart beat started to sound like your name
my insides are chanting
calling for you
seventy-six times a minute
can you hear it?
can you feel it?
i wish you could
but our hearts never could beat in sync
together we created a sort of pandemonium
never white noise
timing was never our strong-suit
but if it were
you and i would have ruled the world.
 Aug 2014 firexscape
nichole r
empty
 Aug 2014 firexscape
nichole r
I'm going to rip my insides open
and bleed out drugs and cigarette ash.
watch my face contort in to pain
without my ink and guts.
 Aug 2014 firexscape
nichole r
cold
 Aug 2014 firexscape
nichole r
ice water clogs up my veins,
chilling me,
as most rises from my skin at dawn.
cerulean lips that match my eyes
spread over bared diamond teeth,
as I convulse and writhe on the steel table.
ribs crackle and split so suddenly
that not even a sharp gasp
can knive itself
past my throat.
organs fails and shrivel together,
abandoning me,
as gloved hands rip them out
from the incision along my belly.
my once silky tresses
fray and dry
before eventually falling out,
outlining my spasming figure.
grey brain matter numbs and
electrical impulses cease to a halt.
no more thoughts...
no more movements...
just a dead body with a beating heart.
 Aug 2014 firexscape
fdg
I am always writing down a bunch of stupid drafts and blueprints
just to write **** down.
I don't want this as a reminder,
I don't want to talk about it,
I don't want to look at it too many times,
but I'll let you read it and you can think what you want of all of these things you'll grow tired of
(me, soon you'll get tired of me, and you'll be especially tired of me saying you'll get tired of me.)
stoopid
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