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Kagami Apr 2014
A black room surrounds me,
Grey shadows and eyes on the walls.

Smoke caresses me, a ****** of happiness;
He steals the angels protecting me, my spirit.
He may just be as in love as I am.
Love... Love..... Love.........

Is it though?
Words unspoken, an asylum unopened,
The craziness. Consumes.

The spice of wind in winter burns through,
Somehow flows through my arms to you.
These visions belong to the shadows of your body, mind, heart.
Tell me that I am in your darkness, do not lie otherwise.

Do you love me enough? Or is this a nightmare?
Kagami Apr 2014
It felt so right, clear
As a crystal lake in summer. The humidity.

Teach me how to breathe under water so that I may
Follow the current.
Through time and thyme, the scents
That drive me to ask.
Question everything.

Can I make this better?
Install a light switch in the sun for you.

Sleep, lion. I will not be the sheep
You devour. I will be the lioness you sweep away.

Could I be the one to trim your ego,
Your fragile mind into a sturdy rose bush?
Thorns protruding, make me bleed again?

Maybe I will keep you.
The steady strums of my heart strings calming my ears.
And I can not predict what we could discover in this filthy music,
Or maybe the silver harps the angels play.
I don't even know.
  Apr 2014 Kagami
Reagan Kulka
It's the little things that remind me most of you
The girl who wore her hair in a bun,
Or the boy playing soccer in the  grass.
That song that everybody loves
And the way the sun peaks through the clouds after rain.
Those things bring back the memories of a time not so long ago.
A time when we were happy and free. When we were together.
But now things are different. The sounds of life seem so muted.
And the bright colors so dull.
The joy is fading and being replaced by the deep pit of misery I've fallen into.
There isn't a light at the end of the tunnel anymore. It's just darkness in here
  Apr 2014 Kagami
Nina JC
To be, or not to be?

That has always been the question,
but I've never been too sure of the answer.

I'm not obsessed with Shakespeare, just death.
Or rather death is obsessed with me -- I feel it.
Surging through every synapse under my skin,
buried deep within each crater of my soul:
I no longer know what home feels like.

Death haunts me.
Like the shadow I've never
quite been able to catch,
but have always heard knocking.
One day, that door will be opened--
darkness will consume me,
if I could only find the light switch.

When you don't like a song,
you can simply stop listening to it;
this record has been stuck on repeat for so long
maybe I'll finally learn
what forgiveness sounds like.

But I'm scared.

Of what will happen
when the music stops playing.
Kagami Apr 2014
We know time as an old friend,
A match maker,
A protector.
I didn't fall, but I want you to help me to my feet.
Tell me that no matter what, what we have made will
Not fail. We are too much for that.

It scares me: how much I care.
I am no where near dependent on you.
If I was I'd have died a long time ago.
The time shared between us made us stronger, and
Made me drift away.

It scares me: how much I love you.
I've started dreaming again of a future. A comfort
Of home that we made ourselves.
You being more of a housewife than I.
Yet, I do my fair share.

Recently, I imagined a swelled belly and a book
Resting on my chest. I teach you how to make home made teas.
And you feed me.

I imagined you kissed my belly and spoke to the life we created.
Maybe it is far fetched, but I have imagined.
And in my mind, we are happy.

I don't know if we are now.
I still constantly worry that the next time I say "I love you"
You will say "I don't."

And yet, Cupid is an old friend.
And he knows time as an old friend.
The feathers on his heart shaped arrows unravel,
But it makes distance bearable.

And yet, I wish for my fair share.
Kagami Apr 2014
And then the seams broke.
The fabric unraveled in ghostly shades
Of purple, red, and black.
The slaughter of sanity could never be more
******.

The blood of the covenant is
Thicker than the water of the womb.

I am one with the demons rampaging,
Tearing my mind to pieces.
And yet,
Pain has never been so sweet.
I don't mean that.
Kagami Apr 2014
I'm barely worth a piece of pie;
An amusing chocolate, or maybe cherry,
Or maybe a new pair of ******* is
My celebration.
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