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3.7k · Jun 2015
Revenged Torment
Grace Grimsley Jun 2015
Never what you wanted
Always in the way
Your words so haunted
By abuse and pain
Tainted with knives
The scars still stain
Weak and rejected
Limpness of a soul
Demolished and confused
Torture so cruel
Like a light in a fire
You spread through my heart
You created a monster
One forever dark
Determination through hate
No one more to despise
These demons eyes
No comprimise
Now it shall be done
Nothing left to be said
I'll paint your life red
2.0k · Jul 2015
How the Flowers Weep
Grace Grimsley Jul 2015
Time can never be wasted on a good man
A man with a heart as pure as love
Even when the darkness surrounded him
And a ghostly whisper of silence
Echoed through our thoughts
A flower would bloom on the very same day
Keeping the darkness and pain at bay

If only you have seen him then
So joyful, happy and bold
It was as if the sun itself nurtured him
Not only the seeds he had sewn
He was the life and soul of the garden
A beauty and sight to behold
But at the plants shred their leaves
So should he as the days and nights become cold

Every flower has it's poison
A nector so sinister yet sweet
He was no exception to the rule
A bottle of whiskey lay at his feet
I wish we could have seen a forwarning
Signs that would of led us to help
But he was always so very stubborn
Trying his hardest to keep us out

A petal itself is fragile and delicate
As fragile and delicate as we
A simple rip in the time line
And we all would never be
He was aware of this burden
But he faced it without fear
He was strong to the very end
For only the living shred a tear
A poem for my late grandad
1.5k · Jul 2015
Garden of Remberance
Grace Grimsley Jul 2015
Although you now have past and your physical form no longer remains we know that your life and soul will go on in the Holly hocks that bloomed on that day.
We love you and always will and when we look upon the Holly Hocks all the memories we have will be of you.
1.3k · Jun 2015
The Depths of Confusion
Grace Grimsley Jun 2015
Never once could one begin
To comprehend
The mass of emotion and depth
That we are to swim
Yet we are trapped with no escape
Left to the fate of falling
Into a void in the timeline
Of an ever spinning whirlpool
The surface no longer in sight
Leaves the waves crashing over head
As our bodies struggle to cope with the fight
That is tearing us apart
We pray from the bottom of our hearts
That we can make it, one day
We will open our eyes and see the shore on the horizen
But that day seems far from our gaze
And as we are stunned and afraid
We fall further into the Ocean
721 · Nov 2016
My Inner Demons
Grace Grimsley Nov 2016
When paranoia takes its course I don't know whether to stay or run but how can you run from your own mind?
I try to escape from its grip but it's dragging me in and consuming me.
I can hardly breathe. I can't move yet everything is racing around me, like a vortex, the darkness beckoning my soul.
I feel my heart beating and the sweat on my skin yet nothing can draw me from this paralytic state of fear. I know it's not real. I know nothing will happen but the trepidation is the contortionist of my mind, I'm no longer in control and here I must face my inner demons.
Grace Grimsley Oct 2015
I feel your heart in my chest
Your Breath on my cheek
Wish for our bodies entwined
Our lips dare not speak

The touch of your hair
Your lips cold as ice
The scars on your skin
Only lead to entice

Our spirit and soul
United as one
The taste of your body
The sweetest scent on my tongue

You stand before me
A portrait of art
So bold and beautiful
The key to my heart

The grip of you hands
Holding me close
So tender and gentle
What I need most

To stay forever
Locked in your arms
Safe and at home
Protected from harm

Yet I was a fool
Now you must leave
Seperating our hearts
Never shall I believe

We commited a crime
No betrayal to our love
You shattered the silence
The blood splattered dove

Now you must run
The hounds to escape
To flee from the court
Sheltered by my own cape

The hunt is persued
You still race ahead
You will pay for our sins
As the floors painted red

The gun shot is fired
I collapse on the floor
I gave you my heart
And am forever no more
378 · Feb 2017
I'm Nothing Without You
Grace Grimsley Feb 2017
I can’t eat, I can’t think and I don’t want to breathe anymore
All I can feel is the gaping hole in my chest
I don't care for your apologies what’s done is done
Nothing you can say can take away the pain that I feel
I should have never allowed myself to be so vulnerable
I can feel myself breaking down
The need to destroy everything I own
Destruction is the only thing I rightfully know in this cruel world
Nothing feels right or worth my purposeless time
What is the point in this unfulfilling life?
I am useless, worthless and alone
Not even the one person in this world that I thought loved me does
I can’t escape this feeling, I have tried for many days
Yet my tears still fill every second of my waking moments
My life is a sodden mess and I don’t want to live without you
I don’t even want to imagine a future that you’re not in
You promised me everything but now you’re gone
You were my constant the only one that I truly loved
You were my one, the one but that’s over now
I don’t think I can ever love again
I don’t want to ever love again
You broke me
I am nothing but an empty shell
A whisper to deaf ears
I bet you can't even see me now
I am nothing
Literally nothing
I was wrong I need you
But you don't need me
319 · Mar 2016
Words of Honesty
Grace Grimsley Mar 2016
Words are like scales
And armour to our heart
Yet words so easily tainted
Can tear us apart

But many wear them as protection
Unaware of their fragility
A simply slip of consciousness
Consequences of drastic ability

No words can keep a secret
Others can create a mask
We all try to hide our pain
There is really no point to ask

Words can provide a meaning
They can also prove a lie
But most of all they can tell the truth
Even if one doesn’t comply

For words have more than one meaning
Symbolic and ever so freed
It is the emotion and tone of the person
That makes them easy to read

However, these words neither spoken
We all know them to be true
And it is this understanding
That I present onto you

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