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Jan 2016 · 582
Casket Walls
Miss Grim Jan 2016
You build your walls higher
With each passing year
With every new heartache
Laying new bricks of fear
Until there's four walls around your heart
And every relation is doomed from the start
For no one can live from inside of a cage
Breakups tend to illicit your rage
But Show the world yourself intact
Vulnerability is a courageous act
Don't let rejection make you afraid
Please tear down those bricks that you've laid
Before you're buried in the ground
In the casket framed by walls around
Free yourself before it's too late
Or a loveless life will be your fate
Put your egos to the side
If you truly want to feel alive
Don't follow the trend like the rest
Failure is part of the road to success
And hating love is the latest fashion
If you ask me, the world needs more compassion
So when push comes to shove
Move right on and spread the love
Hold your head up high
With each goodbye
Let it go, don't wonder why
Always Give love another try
It's the only thing that never dies.
Building walls around your heart only hurts yourself. You think you're keeping others out but you're only preventing yourself from fully experiencing the potential of life.

We know that failure is part of success but people fail to see that the same rule applies to love. If anything, love is the one thing in life we should always dust ourselves off and continue striving for. It's the most fulfilling thing in life.
Jan 2016 · 665
Cigarette Daydreams
Miss Grim Jan 2016
The habit began
To **** the pain
After the trauma
I wasn't quite sane
It held me up
My crutch, my cane
Through all my mistakes
It shared the blame
The hard way taught
Me how to change
Then Years went by
And the baby came
So one by one
Old demons were slain
No longer wild
I started to tame
Sneaking away
Filled me with shame
But smoke like claws
Are dug into my brain
So I light one up
And stare at the flame
I love it too much
But I hate it the same
With defeated lungs
And yellow stains
I'll close the chapter
Of memory lane
I'll quit tomorrow
And break these chains.
It's always tomorrow.
Jan 2016 · 703
Outcast
Miss Grim Jan 2016
You're an anomaly
He said to me
A little crazy
But to Mr. Swayze
You're like the wind
Always travelin'
In different directions
I think his intentions
Implied a compliment
But it felt like cement
As it brought me down
Because I've found
That to be unique
You'll face critique
In a world that conforms
You'll surely adorn
A kind of pariah
As you start to acquire
The loneliness
Becoming depressed
By the need to connect
When they're all inept
To the concept
Of your strange perception.
Jan 2016 · 1.2k
Epiphany
Miss Grim Jan 2016
In a relationship
I'm not equipped
I'm too empathic,
The change is drastic
When in a union
I become a chameleon
I adapt
Till I'm trapped
I give to live
Until I find
My mind
Is gone again
I push away
My love it strays
In a daze
Stumbling
Fumbling
We're done
I run
To find clarity
My identity
Alone
At home
I yearn
To learn
Solidarity
Sincerity
For me
To be
Able to see
Entirely
My identity
As a singular
Entity
You see
It's not you
It's me
That needs
Protection
From your affection
That I lose
When I choose
Not to mingle
I need to be
Single
Miss Grim Jan 2016
It's not the memories that hurt.
I seldom find myself lost amongst those painful reveries.
No, it's much deeper than that.

It's not logical or tangible.
It's an inexplicable feeling,
Or lack there of.
A void.
Deeper than conscious thought.

It's molecular.
As if the atoms that create my existence mourn your presence.
Perhaps they grew fond of the way our forms were intertwined.
Vibrating in unison to an unheard melody.
They moved together in harmony.
They united for a time only to be torn apart by shallow egos and petty differences.

That's where the perpetual longing originates from.
They grieve your absence with an incessant hum that whispers your name throughout my body. Pleading with me to fix this.

Sigh.
Sounds better than admitting I actually miss the *******.
It's not me, I swear, it's my ******* atoms! Do I look like a physicist to you!? I don't know how to reinvent the atom!!
Makes sense to me.
Though it's not quite poetry.

(Well atleast that rhymed)
Jan 2016 · 927
The Writers Curse
Miss Grim Jan 2016
These words
They haunt me
Or so it seems
Incessant currents
Of poetic streams
Beauty
And love
Pain and sorrow
Troubling pasts
And dreams for tomorrow
Crumpled up
Paper
And piles of regret
Deemed unworthy
They make me upset
Memories burn
I'll never forget
They turn
And they churn
Inside of my head
Restless
Not sleeping
I'm writing instead.
Jan 2016 · 1.3k
Anywhere But Here
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Living on this planet
Is causing growing animosity
For I do not fear death
It's more like a curiosity
Transcending this dimension
As my energy is released
Ending this ostracism
And anguish will be ceased
I do not wish to die, you see
But thoughts linger in my head
What's the point of being here
When all I feel is dread?
Jan 2016 · 627
Easier Said Than Done
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Life's a ying and yang
Darkness and the light
A balance must be found
To separate day from night
To be happy on this ride
You must try to understand
The obstacles that you face
In this hourglass of sand
Your soul is like a coin
Each side must be faced
Your angels and your demons
To be accepted and embraced
Do not fear dark or light
For you surely will be lost
Accept it all entirely
No matter what the cost.
Learn to know thyself
Instead of drowning in the pain
Avoiding any part of you
Will make you go insane.
Jan 2016 · 535
Trapped Souls
Miss Grim Jan 2016
I have the tendency to ponder reality
In this tangible world
I question duality
My mind and body
Once again disagree
The facades of perception
Versus intuition i can't see
My body a shell
Consumed by limitations
A universe in a vessel
Haunted by these sensations
As Conscious thought strains
For truth it cannot reach
In these dimensional chains
My soul continues to beseech
Through its holographic game
Past this curtain of deceit
To a knowledge I must reclaim
It's myself I must defeat.
I'm the only one holding myself back.
My toughest opponent yet.
Jan 2016 · 569
Moving On
Miss Grim Jan 2016
She rests her head
Over the stains of my pleasure
That thought alone
Makes me feel better
She goes for your phone
But I know you won't let her
Because you're  still holding on
To our love with a tether
The string that binds us
That you refuse to sever
You ask for me back
But I'm far too clever
Your words mean nothing
When you say you regret her
I will not go back
Sorry love,
Never.
Jan 2016 · 748
Shiny Pebbles of Hope
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Alone.
Stumbling through the sands of time
In search of shiny pebbles of hope
Buried beneath the never ending
Piles of ****
Defecated in our paths by those who came before us
Polluting our future with lies
Foreshadowing years ahead
Impending destruction and doom
A weight I feel heavy on my soul
An obligation to leave my path in life bountiful for those who tread it after me
Littered only with shiny pebbles of hope
Of love and beauty
Light and laughter
It is my mission
My legacy
Walk beside me
And our journey through the sands of time
Will cause ripples together.
Jan 2016 · 226
November
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Time passes by like a leaf blowing in the autumn breeze
Yet here I stand, frozen in place, swaying in a desperate attempt to be seen, but unable to move forward. Rooted in the ground. Stationary like the giant oak tree.
Like parasites, those around me leech off my energy. They breathe me in, and yet wouldn't hesitate to cut me down, light me on fire and gaze into the flames with pure delight at my demise. With my last act on this earth, I vow to keep you warm as you revel in your selfish endeavors. There's nothing left but ash and dust, so throw me away if you must, in search of your next plundering conquest of your self indulging lust..
#empaths vs #narcissists
Jan 2016 · 519
Eruption
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Her patience evaporated like a drought.
Fire raged from her lips and poured out her mouth
Volcanic emotions cease to be contained
The sky turned dark and smoldered with pain
Whispered words from turtle doves
Ugly little push an shove
Slaughtered hope is on her face
Wounded heart with no embrace
The sparkle retreats from her eyes
The hole created when stars die.
A Void in an empty space
Bitter words with after taste
Wash it away with the ocean tide
And drift away with no goodbyes.
Jan 2016 · 563
Sleep Deprivation
Miss Grim Jan 2016
This perpetual exhaustion is becoming heavier
At times I fear it's consuming every fragment of my being
Like a dense fog that creeps in, obscuring the beauty of the untouched landscape
It has smothered my enthusiasm and shrouded my mind
Each day as the sun sets
The light that once illuminated my eyes is stifled by the unrelenting shadows of fatigue.
My perception drowns amongst the sleepy tears and sinks by the weight of my jaded heart.
Jan 2016 · 288
Self Destructive
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Like a ominous storm
Dark urges arise
Like lines on mirror
With pinned up eyes
A longing for touch
With tingling thighs
Gasping for air
Heaving up cries
Like burning flesh
As endorphins surprise
A shadow of life
With hope for demise
Comforting words
Are daggers of lies
To believe all you say
Would just be unwise
The thought of you
I've come to despise.
Channeling my past coping mechanisms
Jan 2016 · 558
Nostalgia
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Sometimes I hope to pass you by,
Like the moon visible during the day,
Longing to feel a bit of your light
Before the darkness creeps in again.
Our souls will greet
For a fleeting moment
Across the sky
Until you cower below the horizon
And once again, say goodbye.
For all the stars in the universe
I sit back and wonder why
Only you could light my world
But eventually, all stars,
They die.
Jan 2016 · 5.0k
I Don't Require Saving
Miss Grim Jan 2016
He saw her through the tower window.
Silhouetted by candle light
Her beauty quite breath taking
On this cold November night
High above the tree tops
Imprisoned in the stone
She was far too pretty
To be trapped up there alone
So he fought his way to the top
This damsel deserved his best
He slaughtered the mighty dragon
Blood smeared across his chest
He made his way to the door
And found to his surprise
He could not break it down
Because she barricaded the inside
A scream from the room
You fool she hissed and said
I want to be here by myself
And now my pet is dead!
You ruined my castle
With your disgusting little plight
I am no damsel in distress
And you sir
Are no ******* knight!
Jan 2016 · 747
The Blaze
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Passion consumes every fragment of her being
atoms dance to the rhythm of a burning flame
Even suppressed the fire is still there dwindling beneath her skin
Tickling Her neck with goosebumps
Tingling desire down her spine
urging her to relent
Wildfire that cannot be contained
It's treacherous wrath knows no bounds when starved of the energy it requires
A necessity of being
Devouring the remains of those unable to feel
Charred ashes of apathetic souls
Dance with the sway of her blaze
Or return yourself to safety in the shadows of her sweltering light.
Jan 2016 · 297
Who Am I?
Miss Grim Jan 2016
My soul aches with longing
Gazing up at the sky
the twinkling stars above
That have probably already died
Burning light years away
But I feel it all too close
Star dust is in my bones
It's energy is my ghost
That shimmering star is me
A memory from my past
I gaze up at myself
It occurs to me at last
If only I could feel you
But my mind just seems to block
The soul that resides inside myself
That's yearning to be unlocked.

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