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  Dec 2014 Beeha
Nicholas
Before the evening came,
The dusk spoke up to my spirit
'bout the redemption it brought to beautiful lives,
I got sunk into the ocean, in a minute
& the memory of my heart walked out into the ashes... to darkling nights

The ashes of my heart flattered across the street
I smoked for a while
& a glass of wine stole the breeze
My eyes glared at the pages written by me late-night
I tried so hard to arrange but every note got flamed up into the pieces of my life.
Yeah... December`s up so is my writing! ;)
Beeha Dec 2014
to be a lady,
really it ain't easy,
she must be pretty,
dress up all fancy.

oh wait that's not all,
her posture must be tall,
but must never fall,
and always head to the mall.

look, it ain't all true,
look, what social construct made you,
trying your best to come through,
for you can just be yourself and eat fondue.

certainly i don't behave that way,
even though i did ballet,
but i too can act in a play,
and i never care what people say.
Beeha Dec 2014
hollow o my soul,
lost them down the hole.

chanting with them wall,
i wish time could stall.

hallucination at its best,
yet my mind did not rest.

recreating some scenes,
hysterical but dreadfully keen.
Beeha Dec 2014
ever heard of teen depression?
i'd say its more like obsession.

what kind of obsession, you say?
hurting oneself just to feel okay.

but that's just one of them,
look it up if you give a ****.

for i am sure you know of not,
because its something that can't be taught.
Beeha Dec 2014
o how ironic,
to tell someone to relax,
when you yourself quacks,
constantly explode outburst,
using all foul words,
really you're so pathetic,
couldn't control your frenetic.
Beeha Dec 2014
thinking i could trust,
thinking you'd understand,
all of my rage combust,
sadly you think they're bland.

i don't need your lecture,
i don't need your sympathy,
for i just need your shoulder,
and listen to my empathy.

was it too much to grant?
listen to my simple chant.
Beeha Dec 2014
pleasing others ain't tough,
crack jokes and all good stuff,
but hear this for i ain't bluff,
that journey will soon get rough.

for you will see soon enough,
that life ain't like marshmallow fluff.
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