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- Jan 2015
And you have yet to see the light
Maybe you will know
It has not yet shown
And you will see my right

I have been broken
Put together and smashed
It has yet been spoken
But it feels like I have been bashed

These invisible tears
If only you could see my fear
But it doesn’t matter
Because you are happy
old poem i found ??
- Jan 2015
Now, I may not be the truest queen,
Or the fairest of them of all.
Falling down one by one.

Isn't this exactly where you would like me?
I'm exactly where you would like, you know.

Sweet as peach and lime,
Sweating as the pressure lets on.
They finally crowned me.
They finally loved me.

But oh...

I may be afraid,
That I might of faked it.
The cute and nice act.

And I am afraid this isn't the true me.

Too bad we are all caught dead in this place.
- Jan 2015
Now, for all you imposing and esteemed lives
For all those imperturbably anguished public
Let me disclose this parade

Never have I recognized
The substantial alternative
Of a true decompressed life


So long, and goodnight
My opulent guests
- Jan 2015
Death, come now on burdened wings
Life, flies away like the one of a light
Now, we can sleep the night
Just as ours could never bring

Love, shines to that of free
Pain, could never see that of being happy
So, to dance on our shoes
And our hearts are bruised
- Jan 2015
Now, honey I'm not much a poet
But for one, you never had a chance

Love it, leave it
You'll never understand
But what a pretty face carrying on and on

Red is love
Like the rose on my coffin door
What's life without bleeding on the floor?

   You didn't make me leave
I wear this by the sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
Give me all the broken hearts and make me ill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

Say all you want but who's going to save me?
We point the gun, just the one you gave me
Hallelujah, lock and load
bye
- Jan 2015
Saints protect her now
Come angels of the Unkown

Black fallen water will mend the wounds
But the thought of myself will only agonize
For a memory of self hate and love
Is the true poisoning

Please protect her
to a friend, whom I can never forget
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