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oh me oh my Oct 2013
metallic between my fingers.
the metal throws shimmers.
eyes that no longer flash glimmers.

metallic biting into my thighs.
teeth ripping the skin of my thighs.
blood dripping down my thighs.

i sigh.
makes me calm.
makes me human.
makes me feel okay.

cant cry.
makes me disgusting.
makes me ashamed.
makes me regret.
makes me scar.

makes me hate myself even more.
Going through a rough time lately. Sorry for any triggers.
oh me oh my Sep 2013
i am
worn smooth and clean
i drift
from place to place

i cant
stay
i float
away


i drift
peacefully

i battle
the angry rapids

i float
into others
get hung up for a while

i want
what every other
wants

i want to be washed ashore
nothing left
nowhere to be
nothing to lose

i want to be worn smooth
and clean and paled by the sun

i want someone to see me
on the shore
gleaming in the sun

*i want them to take me
home and make something of me
because im not making anything of myself
im lost and unhappy
oh me oh my Sep 2013
he wants your lips
on his
he wants your chest
in his hands
he wants your waist
against his.

he wants your skin
on his
he wants your hands
on him
he wants your legs
on his.

he doesnt want you
he doesnt want your intelligence
he doesnt want your laughter
he doesnt want you.
I do not like "growing up'
oh me oh my Jul 2013
he looked at me,
with eyes of red.

he spoke to me,
his words harsh.

he looked at me,
with voice of dead.

he spoke to me,
his eyes of the marsh.
-
his teeth were sharp
my tongue was his harp

his claws on my skin
my heartbeat was his sin

his eyes were red
my wrists pinned to the bed
-
he looked at me,
expected fear,
there was none to hear.
werewolf in love with a human, forbidden love, yadda yadda
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Been a while since I've written! Trying something new, message me with your thoughts?
oh me oh my Jun 2013
his eyes are
galaxies of planets
and orbits
and you see stars
so clear you can
map every single
constellation

he looks at you
like you're his home
like you're a planet
and you've
wound him deep
into your orbit

because that's what
he needs and he knows it

and he looks at you
like you're the only
thing he's got in the
world

because you are
you're his home and his planet
you're his galaxy and his stars
Who says I can't write about spock and kirk
oh me oh my Jun 2013
no more
blood down
the drains

no more
******
band aids

no more
blades
of rust

no more
saying
i must

i want to be free
Over four years of fighting, I'm four months clean.
oh me oh my May 2013
they were like an
unexpected weight gain,
no choice but to adapt.

they came into his life
in a train wreck,

he fell head over heels
and wondered if he
had been enrolled back
into high school.

there was a catch,
much to his disdain.
11 and 19,
perpetually angry at
their father
at their mother
at life.

he was the blunt
victim of their rage.

the boy soon
redirected his rage
into drugs, alcohol,
***, jail.

the girl did not.

it was not his fault,
he would not let
her get to him.

but he did,
and she had grinned
at the murderous
fire in his eyes.

he screamed
and released his own
anger,
you're letting her ruin it
she knows what shes doing
shes ruining us
you're letting her ruin it
please listen to me.

tears glistened
down his cheeks,
she smiled.

he was gone,
though insults and
words remained.

that was 2 down, more to go.
I believe(know) it was my fault. I seem to be the instigator in my mother's divorces. He's happier now, we're happier now. Harm aside, it was for the best.
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