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Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
The moon is full
Shining behind mountains tall
Cold wind sends shiver down my spine
I know, I know
I don't have much time.

Underworld's Grim knocks
on my heart, not the door
Be still, my heart
Be still, don't want more.

Here, the inevitable comes
Puts a sickle on my throat
I have lived. I have lived.
I am content. I am ready.
Take me now while I am happy.

Now, time will stood still
Like the sole tree on the hill
Bid goodbye, bid goodbye
For the time to die is nigh.
Ready to bid goodbye
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
I want it all to ******* end.

There. I've said it.

Agonizing.
Pretending.
Fixing.
Shaking.
Breathing.

I want it all to come to an eternal halt.

Then maybe, just maybe
They'd stop ignoring the obvious
Confront the demons that haunt us
Learn to live with deep wounds
And turn scars into badges.
I do not curse but it's just too much already. They're not protecting me at all by staying silent. My parents are killing me slowly.
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
And I ran under the rain
Hoping to wash away all the pain
Tears weren't enough to cleanse the vain,
To erase the memories of bane.

I ran, skipped, turned
Cooling the soul with third degree burns
Gentle drops from heaven calmed my nerves
Temporarily, agony was shunned.
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
I wanna shower in the rain.

But I know I shouldn't
For sickness awaits at the end remain.

Heavy downpour will be too much on my weak shoulders
Cold drops will further chill my broken soul.

But even so...
I wanna shower in the rain.

For a chance to get high with temporary bliss
For a moment of shutting all noise but of the rhythm of the heart.

I wanna shower in the rain.
I wanna shower with you in the rain.
From my window, I watch as raindrops fall. It reminds me of wanting to be with you even if it's too much for me and all there is to it is pain after getting high with a temporary love.
  May 2020 Mitzi Ambrad
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
Remind me again that mornings
bring new hope
that basking in the light won't burn me.

Remind me again that mornings
are exciting
that there is an unexpected surprise ahead.

Remind me again that mornings
reveal a daily life purpose
that each passing day adds meaning to my insignificant existence.

Remind me again that mornings
are for rising up
that it is neither for bidding 'goodnight' or 'sweet dreams'.

Remind me again that mornings
can be beautiful
Even if I won't find myself waking in your arms anymore.
It's morning again. I haven't slept since yesterday. It's becoming an unconventional routine — making mornings my good nights. For without you, the sunrise seems like a sunset. Remind me again that I can get up on mornings just fine and sleep soundly at night without being haunted by memories we once shared.
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