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As I lace at my skin, delicate and soft.
It spreads with ease, making me clench my teeth.
As the crimson flows away
Just like my life, both released with a knife.
Now I lay; waiting for my judgement day.
This is a poem, that came unto me during my times of major depression, and when poetry seemed like the only thing to save me.
I can be
The girl made of
Glass
Shielded by metals
Of varying degree
Of varying strengths
They are overlay ed
By mirrors
So that you
Shall see only what
I want you to
But that's okay
Because
My fragility
Has weakened
My will
Has strengthened
Glass infused with
Some mystic thing
A friendship
Perhaps
Or maybe
a song
that spoke to
Something within me
Do you wear one?
The World is a divine sight.

Nobody gave me a pen and asked me to draw. So I picked up one by myself and draw.

The feeling was of a first empty page of a thick sketchbook, I was about to draw on.

Only the World was with me.
I waited for you
you said you'd be there
you never were
For months I spend crying
Only thinking of you
But I guess you found someone new
You broke my heart
one to many times
All of these lies
Kept building up inside
I loved you
and I believe it when you said
I love you too
You never really loved me
You used me
And now I'm broken
Torn up inside
You left me alone
To pick up the peices
Of my broken heart
 Jan 2015 Gunnyr Johnson
hannie
recently i've been hopeless

desperately
hopeless

but

strangely enough

i feel myself

hoping

yes, that's what i am:

hopeless but hoping
I don't know. This is not a poem.
 Jan 2015 Gunnyr Johnson
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
"Always become the one being hurt
Rather than ever hurting another"
Words I have strived to live by
The philosophy left by my mother

I've always tried to live my life
Standing up for what is right
Helping others no matter the cost
Being everyone's shining knight

What a horrible way to live

Even when I was on the verge of breaking
Even when the burden seemed too large
I always took it onto myself
And it was always free of charge

They all need to pay

But lately there is this voice
Echoing from the back of my mind
That is always fighting to take over
It wants to punish the unkind

Maybe I don't want to forgive

Tell me who is that inside me
Those thoughts can't be my own
Even when there's no one around
Somehow I am not alone

Just let me come out and play

I'm trying to keep it at bay
Am I past the point of no return?
I JUST WANT THE VOICE TO GO AWAY
But.... *Now....it's my turn
I tried so hard to get this done before December was over :/
There goes the whole "post at least a poem a month for a whole year...."
Oh well.
ANYWAYS....this took a much darker/creepyer...twist than I originally intended....So....oops. sorry about that. I hope you all enjoy it though!!!!
This poem was inspired by the show Tokyo Ghoul....just...for the record. Anyways. Hope y'all like it.
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