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And I bet you thought
and reduced me to nothing but a sexpot...
Were you disappointed or distraught
when you found out I was not?
With my translucent porcelain skin
and tiny blue branches within
occasionally masochistically split, broken.
I whisper through scarlet painted lips...
"This entire time you dreamt me as your mistress...
you didn't realize, I am but a damsel in distress...
in my seductive caress lies a weakness,
that corruption you gave me of stolen innocence."

You thought of me as a vulture
with a craving for flesh, impure...
but I am but a caged little bird
wishing for an escape, and a cure...
for the emptiness you left behind.
I want to be purified of your lies.
I'm glitter in your mind...
but you're dirt in mine.
Usually you'd hear me say my reflection
Perhaps even my heart
But this time it's something different
It's the dignity, pride, and charisma
Of a cool dude named Roger
He's homeless, motion sickened
From being a nomad for the last 5 years
He had it all
The money, the perfect wife
Kids that would greet him every morning
With the sound of their laughter
The smell of bacon and eggs
Covered in a light coat of cheese and hot sauce
He lived on the western coast
So every night would be perfect
To set the mood for a romantic evening
Which always led to the one thing he loved to do with her
Sit quietly and bask in each other's company
Yet when he walked  on the beach
With his kids in tow
Every sea shell crumbled under his weight
The cracking and popping
Scrapping against the rocks he stood on
Now looking back it all seemed just too dreamy
He won't tell me how he ended up this way
But he said "Son, the most broken thing I know is a shell"
I knew what he meant
He was a shell of the old him
Broken and beaten down by the tides
Washed ashore to crumble on the rocks
Stepped on by the passerby's
Of every sidewalk he found himself calling home for a night
Dead



You cold hearted drug addicted *****
You left the only child that really needed you
I was 13 months old
You tried to weasel your way back in
But your lies gave you away
The scent of garbage
Decaying truth smells worse than death
Mother don't ever expect me to forgive you
Forgiveness is for those who offer mercy
I'm a cut throat psychopathic enraged demon
Only wanting to offer you the worst nightmares
And this mother is what I think of you
Hope you enjoy the thoughts of your "son"
take me to a carnival, please.
just make sure you
protect me
from all the people
(big crowds
**** me off)
and don't win me
a stuffed animal
let me
do it
myself
but
tell me
how
wonderful i am
afterwards.
hold my hand
maybe just a little
give me
light kisses
on my lips
smile at me,
baby
baby needs a smile
sometimes
too.
i wish i could find a boy i could stand.
you're tactless,
spineless,
and mindless,
i would forgive you,
but i'm fresh out of
kindness.

and i never understood your
obsession with those tin foils and straws,
just another bullet point on your
long list of flaws.

i heard you mumble something under
your breath,
sorry, what was that?
i can't hear you,
you're so close to death.

i try to quit you,
but i don't know why.
whenever i think about you all i
can do is ******* cry.
when i saw you,
lying there,
in that black box,
where you would sleep forever,
i though you were asleep,
but i knew better.

people came,
people cried,
people smiled,
but only for a while.

and when everyone left,
even me,
i still felt like i never really
said good bye.

mom says i'll join you
soon,
if i don't change my ways,
i say i'm too smart to lie
in some big box forever.

although sometimes i long
to lie in some big box forever,
maybe the trees and flowers would
have time for me,
if i could sleep forever.
It's so hard to make, harder still to maintain
So easily it can break, may never be built again!
For heaven's sake hold onto it
The slightest crack can rip it apart.
A thing once so dear, a thing once so sweet
Can go astray and break your heart.
Just one hurting word, the smallest frown
A little loss of patience to understand,
Like a card house it comes crashing down,
With one unguarded blow of your hand!
Be careful, the castle is built in the sand,
There's dark cloud, gale and thunder
Hold onto it with your heart and your hand
Let it not for heaven's sake come asunder.
Fat
Ugly
*******
Psychopathic
Demonic
Tormented
Angry
Hateful
Di­ck
*******
*****
*****
Insane
Emo
*****
****-for-brains
The list goes on
But I want to get to the point
The worse thing I've ever been called
Is your son
I don't look nothing like you
I have none of your traits
Your blood no longer runs through my veins
Your blood ran out
With the ***** I took
You belong in sewers
In rotting graves
On the vacated porches
Of hidden houses
Deep in the forests of emptiness
Just for the soul purpose of being lost
The same feeling I felt when I was able to comprehend
Exactly how pained I have became
Due to your abandonment
 Jul 2013 fragments of hearts
M
Come around midnight,
When the moon light is all you have to guide you
Around my want when it's at it's absolute height-

When I most want to be entangled in legs and hair
And arms and your soft-spoken words- like birds, they flew
As whispers into the night air.

Come around and lay beside my slowly closing eyes,
Settle into my frame and stay awhile, see the sky blue
As we wait for the sun to illuminate the sleepy skies.
Staying up late to talk to someone you really enjoy is always pleasant, especially when they're actually with you.
 Jul 2013 fragments of hearts
M
I am the kind of girl
To graze your lips,
Watch them slightly curl
As your hands hold my hips.

Soft kisses around your neck,
So soft they are opaque and iridescent.
My kisses turn you to a wreck,
And you'll never forget it-

The way I laughed in your arms
And swayed under the stars,
The way I set fire, set off the alarm
Enclosing your heart behind bars.

You'll never lose the time
Of rain dancing, you stayed to listen
As I stole you heart, it was a crime
To take an unsuspecting victim.

I robbed you of your stature,
Because I kissed you without the intent
That I would provide utter rapture;
Instead I left you damaged and bent.

I am the kind of girl
To hurricane into your lungs,
Steal your breath with a whirl.

You are the kind of boy
Who deserves the world-
One full of reciprocation and joy.
Written in May of 2013
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