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Rachel Mary May 2013
whispers
in the dark

candles
in the black

stars*
in the night

why are we blessed with such beauty,
in the hours where we are supposed to sleep?
Rachel Mary May 2013
sometimes
the world
turns too fast
and makes you dizzy
and deluded
but you like it
because insanity
is better than being
*sane
Rachel Mary May 2013
i am rich
and i am wealthy
in thoughts
and theories

plentiful amounts
of numb ideas
emerge in my mind
and sustain themselves
with the help
of insecurity
and the inability to express them
Rachel Mary May 2013
there is a difference
between loving
and living
and i
can do neither
so what is my use?
Rachel Mary May 2013
sometimes,
happiness arrives,
in your ever bleak life,
and you like it
and you desire for it to stay,

but then you are alone,
and your usual thoughts return
and you sigh;
**why am i so fickle?
Rachel Mary Apr 2013
suicide*  is life in the peak of it's ecstasies
dying is an adventure only the brave can take
yet we all take it
so how is it
the weak*
create their own demise?
and die
Rachel Mary Apr 2013
'' r u n '' , i whisper
as delicately as i can,
for i know
as his mind decays
in the most beautiful way it can,
and i leave him
trapped
in his own bubble
like i promised
*i never would
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