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 Jan 2014 Galaxie
Jenn Yeo
She watches you with careful eyes, a wicked heart and dreadful lies
Waiting until the moment when you can't bare to breath anymore
She walks in with perfect strides, movements so smooth as if she glides
and she comes to when you are collapsed in a heap on the floor

She tells you dear there is a place, somewhere off in time and space
She'll take you there if you agree, the trip is now and the ticket is free
All the pain will suffice and this she says is no lie
It is a world of no pain nor hurt and where all your thoughts can be heard

Everyone will be happier if you come with me she says; trust me your parents will understand
Think of the adventure, think of the peace, think of the opportunity, don't you trust me?
She pulls you in so close but her hands they feel so awfully cold.
She says I only want the best for you, come with me like I need you to

And so you agree to go because she's advised its best but you get this sinking feeling in your chest
You can tell somethings not right, as you journey father away and emerge in this light
At first you are blinded but all you hear is screams, surrounding you in a place of peace
but you recognize voices and you start to hear weeps; you find out soon it's your family

They know that you've left and you feel like you're going to *****, this was not what she had promised
You realize you need to go back but she ignores your pleas, even when you go down to your knees
You feel so angry, so weak and so torn but you continue to try to beg on the floor
Listen to me you scream but you loose your breath when you realize this woman was in fact death

Death can be beautiful, or so she may seem but inside shes rotten, cold and so mean
Don't do what she asks of you please; she's is all around us and your heart ache she sees
She will feed off of your pain, sorrow and emptiness until she can take one more victim off of her checklist
This is not right but this is the tragic end; remember death is the enemy and not a friend.
 Jan 2014 Galaxie
cameran
Her body was tattered and scorned,
tainted by the words of hatred,
and bruised by the ones who said they loved her.

Nobody saw past the warped exterior,
nobody peeled back her layers of armor,
hardened by the tormenters,
nobody wanted to love the girl that was damaged.

If they did peel back those layers,
if they did become rightful to her inner beauty,
they'd see an angel, an angel who has fallen.

They would see a butterfly, with vibrant wings that demanded attention,
they would see a gorgeous rose, who's petals have been frayed,
they would see her for who she really is.

They would see her as a women.
A women of many hardships.
A women strong enough to move oceans,
and fight wars.
They would see a women so strong,
not even the mightiest of blades could slice through her armor,
she was a women of gold.

c.r.k
"Stay Golden Ponyboy."
 Jan 2014 Galaxie
Maman Screams
You almost made me forget
Nightmare that once tormented me
Each night when my soul adrift
You almost made me remember
Rainbows and butterflies does exist
In this world that I don't believe
I've been through more than you think
I am almost afraid of everything
Around you, my fears and worries
Almost cease from existing
Allowing me to relive my dreams
But then I remember
No matter how sweet thing is currently
Always to bring my safety shield
But it was too late
I'm falling even before I could remember
The look upon your face
That I was in love with
Falling in deeper than ever
Into the depth of my selfish fears

Oh dear god
Please don't let me sleep
I'm afraid to dream
For dream have created nightmares
In my reality

©2013 Maman Screams
 Jan 2014 Galaxie
Chris T
My girlfriend
Recently
Moved in with me
So she decided
To call her friend,
Who was also
A close friend of mine,
For a couple of beers
In the now 'our' house.
Carmel Scotts
Arrived, knocked,
At around 9,
And girlfriend let him in
And his motorcycle
Sat outside near my
****** old car.
He was a skinny
Ill skin tone guy
Due to his being a
Poppy aficionado,
And he dressed
Like he belonged at
A London punk rock
Concert in the early 80s.
He came in
With his huge mohawk
Flipping God and the system off
And his boots
Knock knock knocking
On Satan's roof.
'Sup' 'Sup' 'Beer?'
'Yeah man, of course'
And we drank and drank
And the now 'our' clock's hands
Moved and struck
12.
We were quite drunk.
I put on
That record
By The Stooges
That we loved
And went to take a ****.
When I came back
Iggy was moaning about
Some Deathe Car
While on the now 'our' floor
Carmel crouched
Like a tiger
Above girlfriend's opened legs
As she too moaned
Being eaten alive by
the now 'our' friend.
They were really going at it
And didn't notice I was back.
I was mad,
Really ****** mad.
I was about
To slam him
Off girlfriend and beat him
To a pulp
When suddenly, I woke up.
I remembered
That I don't have a girlfriend,
(I never have had one)
And I don't have a punk friend
(Or any friend really).
So from mad
I turned sad
And got drunk without both of em.
Just for fun. I wrote this at 1:30am. It's funny in my opinion. Haha, I really don't have friends, I've never had a gf but I use that fact to be funny. Carmel Scotts was actually my imaginary punk friend from when I was a lonely 8 year old, I don't know where you are, Carmel, but I miss you and you can eat out my gf any time, bro!
 Jan 2014 Galaxie
kat
the days seem the darkest when you're in my passenger seat
you and me, two separate heartbeats
bare bones, headlights shine right through me
I look over, you're pierced blue,
I've always thought that I already know you.
but I don't know your life
and you don't know mine
quick to assume your dimensions,
thoughtless pretension
heartless, no question
refusing to fall for you,
I didn't want you to make sense.
but still your heart beats like mine,
and both of us feel like **** all the time,
with a past that speaks just as loud
and it might as well be foggy as the clouds
flashing like fireworks, then smoke all around
and you compare yours to autumn leaves falling down
lying awake, no trees no sound
no sleep no hands to pick you off the ground
no shoulders to cry, the same ones you sat on and reached towards the sky
I know what it's like,
to lose the one who brought you to life
cuz my best memories are in my dads passenger seat,
and I always promised I wouldn't cry,
because it's like he's not alive.
he's here, but not really
but I guess in lucky
and I'm so sorry that you lost him completely
but I promise baby,
this rain is gonna stop soon
and cloudy days like these will pass
put your faith in something else,
something that will last,
because you're way too good to give up yet
I wanna show you the sun
and how days can be brighter than the ones you try to forget,
there's more to all of this than darkness, loss, and pain
because there's always brightness after rain
and on days when you're drowning
and you hate who you are
remember you can change things if you just press on
so next time I look over, I want your hand in mine
and I want you to know that youve got more time than you realize
to make this right,
we might not last,
but you cant give up
these clouds are moving fast
remember whats above
lightning and thunder will always be there,
just remember this car will take you anywhere,
just tell me.
and ill be what you need me to be.
 Dec 2013 Galaxie
Jade M Matelski
she wears 12 human teeth around her neck and when i ask why she tells me it's art
but i cant help but wonder where she got those teeth and if she made the necklace or did she buy it?
are they real teeth or just molds of something that used to be?
and is she a sick psychopath or just an unusual artist?  
as the weeks go by i touch the teeth they're real, they're human, shes sick
there's 14 teeth on the string now and she holds them in her palms
tears down her face she plucks, like petals, the teeth, shes sick

grabs her hair, cuts chunk by chunk off her head
i grab the knife still she cries she wont let go shes sick
we walk in the house, bodies,
bodies!
dismembered people strewn about her kitchen
how can the neighbors stand the smell?
i count, one two three fourteen shes sick, dear god, she's sick!
she cries she screams look what I've done!
its art! she cries it's art!  

the sirens come close who called?
thirty i mean sixty men push through the door surround
put our hands on our heads why me ?!

i scream she screams our hands go up
i close my eyes make it stop please god just make it stop
open shes gone i turn around the cops aim straight
flashes flashes flashing back to the night
its me, it's me, dear god, i'm sick!
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