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Its not the skin beneath your clothes
But the vibrance of your soul
That makes your heart so beautiful
the emptiness that dawns on me
images conjured in my
mind
only to have left me blind

i thought i could suffice
such an hour
but that hour turns into days
and those days...
all those days for you to have stayed away.

long fights
empty nights
only to leave the Devil
to shine his light of fire

He leads me down
the realm of Hell
controlling my soul
holding me whole

the rope intertwined between my fingertips
i desperately
hopelessly and
foolishly
try to stand on my own two feet

but sometimes i feel that
the only thing it sound intertwine
is my
neck.

shots of sake
transfer to
shots of bleach
in order to drown the emotions
of being so bleak

'open your mouth'
He whispers
'pain will no longer exist here'
He smirks.

Jack Daniels
Richard Hennessy
Remy Martin

'they're your friends
baby girl,
they'll love you when no one else will'
He taunts.

Vyvanse  
Oxy
Klonpin
Xannies  

'they all taste the same,
its like candy'
He promises  

Blow
Fantasia
Hell Dust

'Its a gift from Earth,
just trust me'
He demands.

He
my savior
and I
the distressed

He
my master
and I
the slave

He
still Satan
and I
in satin

00:59
one minute to be saved
they tell me,
save yourself or
remain unsaved

in the lonely hour
where there is just
myself
and voided love

I declared
not to be saved
01:00
Screaming, just like your mother, Screaming, just like your father, Demons screaming, pleading. The anger and frustration, just like your father you’ll end up in jail. Marking the days on the wall, waiting to get out just to fall. The thoughts the actions, just like your mother you’re covered in scars. Marking up your wrists with a razor blade clenched in your fists.  How do you live? Screaming, inside there is feeling, pleading with this monster, and fighting the voices in your head. Cloud your brain with angel dust. Search your veins for reason, only to find lies filling around you with no meaning. Trying to find a way to deal, to lose the feelings you don’t want to feel. The best way is killing you slowly and you’re letting it. You’re alive but you’re not living. You’ll jump in but you’re not swimming. When you look in the mirror do you even see? You’re not a person, just a collage of what you don’t want to be. “You’re ugly”, “you’re fat”, “you *****”, “you *****”, and you can’t take it anymore. You’re dead because you’re screaming. You’re just like your mother and just like your father. There is no line in between and you’ll fade away trying to find the seam.
 Oct 2014 Rachel Duggan
Zoe Mize
For now I am fine
And for now I can breathe.

Right now I'm okay
And right now I'm free.

But in an hour I could go.
In an hour I could die.

In a day the world could end.
In a day I'll break down and cry.

For now we can laugh.
And for now we can speak.
But what happens when we break down to scream?
It's an in-the-moment piece..
He told me he loved me
He missed me
Then kissed me
But he didn't want me

Yes, I may still love you
I miss you
But I'll resist you
Because I don't need you
Life is a maze.
Life is a phase
Life is a craze.
Life decays
Life can amaze
Life can be full of clichés
Life filled with schooldays, holidays, long delays.
Life is a labyrinth, with a Minotaur in the shades
Life is full of constraints
So leave the maze, untangle your hair and meet me in a different cabaret, I'll be there
I'll show you how life is just one big malaise, we need to fill the maze with a blaze of glory.
After all life is a story. The ending the same, we all die, but in between, we runaways from the maze can drop the chains and create our own tales of the maze.
*And those tales can be quite amazing!
This is dedicated to a young poetess that I feel a kindred spirit to.
Life is a maze, together we can find the exit to a happier place and be called survivors.
© JLB
17/09/2014
16:57 BST
Turn me over like your favourite novel.
Run your fingers along my spine.
Bite your lip at your favourite parts
Then read between my lines.
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