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aphrodite Apr 2014
Knowing is always better than not knowing.
                                                        ­                                               Every
                                                           ­                                                      single
                                                          ­                                                                 time.
Do you think ignorance is truly bliss?
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aphrodite Apr 2014
I am so ******* sick of never being good enough
A list of other things I'm sick of feeling:
- confused
-frustrated
- depressed
- unwanted
aphrodite Mar 2014
What do you mean, vampires aren't real?
Have you not seen what my love eats as his meal?
It is my pure heart, and the blood that runs through my veins.
He feeds off my innocence, leaving the napkins with red stains.

What do you mean, warlocks are fake?
Haven't you seen my love when he makes a mistake?
He uses spells and words of wonder to make me forget
all of the pain that he's caused me, all my years of regret.

What do you mean, werewolves are only from tales?
Haven't you heard my love when he howls and wails?
Late at night when the moon is full
his claws are bared at me as he scolds, kicks and pulls.

What do you mean, ghosts don't exist?
Don't know you it is the ghost of my love whom I truly miss?
When he returns home from work with red lipstick on his tie,
I know his spirit is elsewhere, for the light has left from his eyes.

What do you mean, you don't believe in magic?
Don't you know it is the only thing that could cause all of this havoc?
Only something supernatural, something beyond this realm
could make me stay with a man who was rooted from hell.
"What do you mean, trusting in the Doctor is a last resort?
Don't you know only a Doctor could heal this hurt?
Only a Love that knows no limits
could change a heart so close to a cynic. "
The lines above are a lovely addition from Ashley Spence, who writes beautiful poetry which I am glad  is now part of my own.
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  Mar 2014 aphrodite
circus clown
all my friends loved drugs or liked to get ****** up
my boyfriend would shoot ****** and paint with my blood
i’ll sure as hell miss downing pills
but i think i want to live instead

i loved white nights bleaching my eyelids
i loved brunette boys who made me feel like jesus
getting ****** on rooftops watching the sun collapse
but i’m tired of waking up and feeling like ****

i had fun drinking ***** on hot, summer nights
and placing pills under my tongue until the world was vivid neon lights
holding hands with the boy who drank too much lean
but i think i want to make it past 2013
aphrodite Mar 2014
I spend a lot of time thinking,
so I've had some time to make up my mind.
But you spend a lot of time drinking,
leaving your morals and reasoning behind.

I spend a lot of time reading,
because I crave the escape of a fictional fantasy life.
But you spend a lot of time bleeding,
because you crave an escape only found through a knife.

I spend a lot of time worrying,
because I fear you'll never make it out of this town alive.
But you spend a lot of time hurrying;
dismissing everything that matters to stay busy,
just to survive.

I spend a lot of time laundering
your ***** clothes with stains of blood
that just won't seem wash out.
But you spend a lot of time wandering;
always searching,
but never finding what love is really about.

I spend a lot of time thinking,
so I've had some time to make up my mind.
You can carry on your drinking,
I've decided it's time to leave you behind.
Trying to organize all of my stupid thoughts into a poem, as always.
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aphrodite Mar 2014
I know you believe you have nothing left to lose,
but strength is still something you choose.
And if you keep medicating with your cigarettes and *****,
you'll never be able to break out of your depressive blues.

I know you believe that you were born to die,
but you'll die before your time if you let life pass you by.
It won't be easy, but you have to try
to throw away your harmful habits and wave them goodbye.

I know you believe you're broken inside,
but I promise there is still hope where the pieces lie.
Your struggle does not have to be something to hide
because there will always be people willing to stand by your side.

I know you believe in darkness,
so by default, you must believe in light.
And if you could just try get through another night,
I promise that one day, you'll be all right.
Hope you enjoy this.
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