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Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Tears linger in these scars
My ambition never goes to far

The glass is shattered below my feet
I see my reflection where the cracks meet

Torn, abolished just like my heart
I'm broken, finished, I'm ripped apart

I bleed to bleed inside my dreams
I slowly lose what it all means

In the creeping shadows, a peaceful bed
I lie inside to rest my head

I'm dead already, can't they see
The skeleton fighting to get out of me
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Our mother, beautifully hovered in the sky
Glowing as our existence grows in her belly
A swirling mass of life and destruction
Exploding into a massive supernova
and giving birth to life

Star children look up at the skies
Where our step mother lies
Asking it grant our wishes
Feasting our eyes upon the beauty
of our distant family
Bathing beneath the gentle touch
of the Sun's embrace
And we know she will be our end

And in the time that the stars die
Life on Earth will cease
and our world will return to black

Leaving The Age of the Stars
as a small fingerprint in history.
Katlyn Orthman Apr 2014
Keep holding on,
they tell me thoughts are but fleeting
wisps chanting for your attention

Keep holding on,
they say that in finding peace you're beating
the darkness that surrounds you

Keep holding on,
they praise the light, but maybe it's the light
that makes on suffer when wounds are
clear for everyone to see

Keep holding on,
they tell me, yet they've never dangled in fright
of the clutches of the unknown

Keep holding on,
but I can't
Katlyn Orthman Mar 2014
Take whats left of me
Take it and throw it away
The filth that stains my heart
Scrub me clean

Take my remains
and make me new
The dark is hungry
Calling my name

And then there's the mirrors
Filled withe regret
It's unfair
I think

Staring at something without
Meaning
Something that just withers
Something that dies

Death is just a reminder
That we're all limited
With expiration date
Katlyn Orthman Mar 2014
Take this pen and write the words
Slow as I watch them shape into meaning
Sad and sullen I write my tragedies
I write my pain and my happy
I write the dark and the light
I write the flight and my fights
But I can't seem to write how I feel
I can't even speak the words
It seems as though I'm writing a novel
To a strangers life
As though I don't even know who I am
Too bad I can't write my way back home
To that place inside of me
To bad I can't write my sight
So my blind eyes can see
To bad I can't write the pieces of me back together
To bad that my life seems like a work of fiction
Katlyn Orthman Mar 2014
Hold me down
Be the one to keep me on the ground

Stay with me
Be the love I've never seen

You're my heart
You glue the pieces that fall apart

Just...Love me
Katlyn Orthman Mar 2014
Death was a promise just out of my grip
A rhythmic beating in my heart,
it was an unanswered prayer, and I was ready to slip
Hanging from the pieces of me, ripped apart


I’m desperately trying to prove myself to you
Trying to show you that I’m worth it
But no matter how hard I try or what I do
...you just don’t give a ****

I’m fighting against these words you say in haste
That I’m nothing, just built of wrongs
I keep feeling as if I am a waste of space
because I've been thrown away like trash for so long

The night has become my haven,
A place I can rest in peace
But morning just comes much too soon
And in my anguish I am already deceased


I’m not good enough for a father that beats his own
And I guess i’m no good for you too
I am nothing, I am just all alone
no matter what I do

The graveyard calls me to come where I am known
To sleep among the dead
How death would be my only home
It echoes in my head

Why can’t you love me
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