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You stand under the moonlit sky
Waiting
Waiting

The stars fade
Waiting
Waiting

The dawn broke
Waiting
Waiting

Waiting
Still waiting
Just waiting
 Jan 2018 nami
Zoe
the wait
 Jan 2018 nami
Zoe
so scary
the wait
so breathe taking
the wait
so yearning
the wait
so unsure
the wait
so tiring
the wait
 Jan 2018 nami
Clindballe
Sleep
 Jan 2018 nami
Clindballe
Sleeping to forget about everything for awhile. Every thought I've ever had runs through my head like tears down my face. I can't get away. My head is working high speed trying to suppress the memories.
*Why can't I sleep forever?
Written:  July 21. - 2014
 Dec 2017 nami
l m
no beauty
 Dec 2017 nami
l m
Your scars arent beautiful,
theres no beauty in hurting yourself
no beauty in blades
no beauty in throwing up your food
no beauty in mascara running from your eyes at 2 am
no beauty in eyes that are dead
nobody will kiss your scars
i'm sorry for that.
The place that I run,

And what I run from—

The boundary begins to fade...
—"Impostor" Rob Graves & Michael Barnes
 Dec 2017 nami
Ashe L Bennett
I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."
Copyright by Ash L. Bennett, 2011
You're watching, judging, and assuming
You don't understand why I do what I do. 
Why I obsess over little things.
So stop trying to
The world is my oyster
But without the beautiful pearl
Just a plain old shell, in a plain old world

It's a shame you'll never know the brilliance
All you're capable to understand is the madness.
Insane, sane
Heart, or brain
Ferocious , tame
Take two breaths and stop breathing all together.
Turn your self to useless energy, forever.

Welcome to mind of the mad.
The queen of the asylum
A dapper old castle in the brain of a girl.
Who is tortured yet pampered in her own little world.
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