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i'm a terrible poet--
but it's okay because
you're all the poetry
i ever needed.
Write about me she said,
Write me a poem and tell it to the stars,
Talk about my talents,
Or confess my many scars.
But her beauty could not be captured,
By any photo or ball point pen,
And no length of poetic summaries could ever,
Express the fire that she holds within.
Even Venus, she is envious of her,
As she walks this earth with grace,
A fallen angel from the heavens above,
To know her soul is to know real strength.
She twirls her arms above her head,
As she dances down the street,
Twisting and turning away with the wind,
With the prettiest smile you ever did see.
She needs nothing from you, and she takes nothing more,
She comes and goes softly with poise,
With all of the beauty she possesses she still is so compassionate,
Because that is who she is by choice.
The problem was that I was sick and nobody even noticed
I was sticking a tooth brush down my throat to dispose of extra calories
then I'd slice my wrist in shame because I had no self control
I wore nothing but long sleeves even if it was 70 degrees out
I was sick
but my grades never slipped
I always smiled
and I never caused any trouble
and when people found out my parents had the audacity to tell me
it was " just a phase "
even when the night before I almost swollowed two bottles of Advil
I'm lost
Every now and then I'll try to convince myself
that I'll eventually be okay
But then the next day my thought change
and then I'm back to square one
Happy
that's what I told my therapist I wanted to be
Happiness was my goal
I used to think it was unfair how everyone seemed happy
everyone except for myself
at one point I thought I was happy but I wasn't
in fact I was never happy it was all masked with
endless money until it was gone
A year later I made no progress
and no matter how hard I tried
I still wasn't happy because my thoughts were consumed of
horrid things and in that moment I realize there was no turning back because I was a sad girl
I grow out of the child-
a curious bud unfolding
its peculiar petals to become
a wistful bloom.

The child does not grow
out of me-
it stays there, planted
in the soil of my heart;
a reminiscent seed.
I hate feeling like I can't be a child anymore. I want to think that the child inside will not grow out of me.
A lioness roars ferociously
in my feline heart

She claws up my throat,
and tears open my mouth

Then jumps out,
and slinks across the plains
Breathing heavy
behind my eyes
you lie in wait
for my submission.

Uncontainable
yet contained
Uncontrollable
yet subdued

for a moment.

You are darkness
you are fury
you yearn for blood
to burst forth and ****

You drench me
in shadows and blood
I dance with you
like no one ever should

I give you all I have
you become my consummation
then you leave me to die
violated, hung to dry

You thief!
You liar!
How dare you call for more!
You make a thousand promises,
as if I were your *****!
But perhaps I am that and more
for I continue to answer your knocking at my door.

No more!

You're a monster
a damnable beast!
you're nothing like
I had ever dreamed...

So I take my leave.
I return to the bridegroom
that I have so deeply grieved.
His promises ring true
they deafen me to the lies you tell.
I pray and beg I heed them
lest I let you drag me into Hell!
I think this speaks for itself. May we turn from destruction and seek life in Christ.
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