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What planet of my life
Is there anytime?
In the front door on my own
Blue butterfly upon the air
As my world is our last word
To see many people will forget
Whereismymemory.

Mission of compassion
To save the day before I
Who is on the ground
When is love and wisdom
Of all walls against
Whereismyhelp.

Colours of Shadows
In which I am alive
For whatever reason I rise
Away with it or not
But why would the key disappear
I did it for whereismyworld.

                   By K-mari ©2016
Dear God, i know
ive never asked for help before..
but this time
this time i need it!

im Scared
and Worried
i dont think i can
hold on much longer.

Dear God!
im sorry.
How can you say those things to me
how can you think of me like that
how can you feel like that about me

when you dont know me
dont know my secrets and flaws
my deepest and darkest hate
not only on my self but the
way i keep living

how can you be in love with someone
like me
who cuts
starves
binges
who is
ugly
hated
worthless

but i guess if i cant love myself
i may aswell let you love me
 Sep 2016 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
Lily
This visitor is the topic of conversation in my life recently,
However it has been for centuries.
When he knocks on your door
You know its time to go
Even if things are left behind, there is no more time.
I see that many fear this visitor
Even praying that it wont come knocking on their door.
But I'm waiting...
I'm waiting.
It's not that I'm expecting this visitor any time soon
Nor do I wish to see him coming to my door step.
No it's more like
If he comes, I am ready.
If my time comes it comes.
So I sit here staring at my feet
While everyone frantically prays and denies his existence
I'm here contemplating what to eat next
While everyone is scared that they might be next.
So, my grandmother is close to death. Everyone is in tears while I'm happy that she will no longer suffer anymore. Is that selfish?
 Sep 2016 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
Lily
H-A-P-P-Y
Adjective, and pronounced as "hapē".
It is an emotion.
It looks odd just looking at the word.
How do I achieve.. this.. this thing?
How do I know I am doing it right?
How am I guaranteed that my illusions,
of this emotion are false.
I will, perhaps never know.
Maybe, I am fooled,
by all the precise definitions.
But for right now...
In these moments of darkness,
I know happiness is the hope
that swells up in my chest
,and makes my heart believe.
It fools my mind,
into believing I can.
I can.
I really can.
Maybe, Happiness is not just an emotion...
Maybe, just maybe it is a life style..
A choice?
Happiness, can be shaped to my own.
I can shape my happiness and you can shape yours.
Is that not just wonderful?
©Lily M. Sky
What makes you happy?
 Sep 2016 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
Lily
I wonder...
Do you think about me,
Late at night when the whole city sleeps?
When I feel pain...
Do you still feel it?
When tears trickle down my face....
Do your tears follow the same rhythm?
Do we still have that same connection...
Or was that cut long ago?
Do you dream of me...
Just like I dream of you?
Do you ever stay up and rethink
All the mistakes you made with me?...
Do you feel the guilt...
Of doing me wrong?
*I wonder...
Just a thought.
Something that I try to fight
You fight it too, in dark or light
Together we can win, across the distance and time
My Nightmare that fights me, sometimes he makes me blind

Do not fall to the voices in your mind
That make you cut, leave a ****** sign
Time heals but leaves a scar
When it's over, do not forget your past

Rant, rave, spit or talk
You and I, we walk the walk
The path we dread is a path we share
The demons in the dark, the knife, the snare

Watch my step and I'll watch yours
Together we can unlock closed doors
Find a reason not to, rather than one to do so
It's working for me, why not you, y'know?

I hope you read this, but do not ignore
For me to write this was quite the chore
To have such pained effort fall when it's so near
Would be a reason to cut, ear to ear

I think you're beautiful, regardless of what you believe
For our eyes and mind can trick and deceive
When nobody trusts, compliments or gives hope,
Know that I do, though my responses are slow

Sleep well, my <3
At least, try to rest
Restlessness is eagerness
But eventually, is Death

And I do not wish to lose someone like you

An Insomniac and Pyromaniac message each other... one's mind does burn, the other wishes to burn everything in mind...
<3 you, Maddii
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