I remember the devilish scent
of the blood on the grass
and the moonlight
shining through the window
The remarkably glowing body
and the knife stuck in his throat

plain aqua,
yet so full of life,
once the sun sets,
the ocean comes to life,
the chaos and beauty,
that the sea holds,
the ocean is a mystery,
with a story untold.

Let the wind take my breath,
And the sea wash me away,
Let the trees pave the way for me,
And the sun make a beautiful day.

i build myself,
into a newer version of me,
except sometimes it's not a good change.

silver-lined clouds
scream my name,
the moonlight reflects
at the window pane,
the crisp night air
calls me to it
so i step outside
and walk through it

my nightmares are more realistic than my dreams...

i was awake,
when the world was asleep,
it was like i was my primal self,
just me.
The moon was speaking,
and said what it had do,
the stars were peeking,
and watched me dance to,
the music of the silence,
when the world was asleep,
i was happy,
with me, and only me.

the papers torn out,
secrets i can't reveal,
there's so much i can write,
and i write what i feel.
People,
Love,
Anger,
And fear.
What these papers hold are dear,
Close to me,
And more than just words,
The things I write is my world between lines.

there's too many things people say,
and if i can't pick which one i like,
i'll just listen to myself.

i'm just a girl,
lost in the sea of others' opinions,
and i think i might drown.

Time is a loan
We live every second, with more debt
Our society has locked us in a dungeon
We’re told that we don’t have enough time for things
But why does it matter?
If we don’t even know when we die
Time is limited
We have all the time in the world
Because it’s our time
Not theirs

i'm in space,
but it's nothing like the movies.
it's empty,
like a black sheet of paper,
with white dots.
the view of earth,
makes me feel small.
the moon is gorgeous,
and the sun is not so near,
and i feel freedom, and solitude, with nobody here.

my patience tops your anger,
waiting weeks to help you out,
but you never let me,
so im out of patience

The night holds a devious gift
There’s whispers
There’s nightmares
And shadows that shift,

I do feel safe
But not for long
As the nights get longer
The fear grows strong,

Will I be hurt?
Are they out to get me?
I want to feel safe
But paranoia won’t let me.

i was walking the path my whole life,
too afraid for changes,
until i decided to steer to the right,
where i was happier than ever,
and i wasn't following a specific path,
except mine

You probably think you know me,
but you only know what you have heard.
you wish to peek in my mind,
but what you'd see would be absurd.

A thousand words I've spoken,
and the billion left unsaid,
the thoughts that spiral through my mind
when I'm trying to go to bed.

The thoughts that left me empty,
and the others that made me cry,
the words that you had spoken,
to slither into my mind.

It hurts to look at the same person
In a different way
They used to be themselves
And they used to love themselves
And nothing got to them like it does now
Who would’ve thought they’d grow up
To be someone that devalues themselves
Someone who thinks low of themselves
Just because of others

they gather for a picture,
with wide smiles on their faces,
and send the holiday cards
to their cousins and nieces,
"what a perfect family"
they all must think,
but behind the camera
their smiles start to shrink
because they need to stick together
when the family's falling apart,
but the parents get divorced
and the children don't get too far

pictures only tell one story;
lies
you can fake a smile on camera,
and nobody would know.

i've shown pieces of myself to people
but i never let them see the whole picture

i don't have to please you to keep myself happy.

each raindrop,
holding a memory,
as it rolls down my window,
and i seem to adore it

limited words,
and a message so powerful.

writing poetry is the only time i can expose myself,
humiliate myself,
and people are still going to acknowledge it

we all want power,
but we don't realize that power comes
from our words

i live in the prison,
of the fear of being judged.
It's like hell,
but even worse.
Every day, i spend being somebody i'm not,
even when i'm tired of it.
I'm an inmate in my own mind,
and i just can't get out.

i can't promise you a happy tomorrow,
but i can promise you happiness today.

call your favors,
ask for more,
beg and plead,
it's what you adore,
on your knees,
give a second chance,
you're no match for me,
i'm the queen of the land

"when was the last time you felt like you could appreciate yourself?"

honestly, there's no better time than now. cuz ill regret it later, bringing myself down like that.

anonymous poison,
what did you expect?
there's only one reason,
we let you forget,
but your torture and pain,
was just a game,
now it's our turn to ruin your name,
so be prepared,
for what's to come,
the poison that hides,
what you'll become

bring me to your daydreams,
and the nightmares that you have,
i'll rewrite all the stories,
and replay the memories we had,
I’ll reminisce on the fun,
and collect them all in one,
then put them in your dreams,
so you’ll remember how we won.

i love rhythm,
whether it's music,
poetry,
or simple spoken words.

it looked like a normal river,
the water so clear,
no dirt near,
and the scent so fresh and clean.
Until we touched the water,
our hands started to bleed,
and the river
was made
of glass.

i can smell the coffee beans,
in your breath all day,
the smell of your clothes,
when we met today,
you smelled of tulips,
and heavily of cologne,
i love the smell of freshness,
that you always seem to hold

the dark holds more secrets,
than the light ever could,
i want to stay here,
and i know i should.
I'm not who i want to be,
except in the dark,
because the night holds me,
like my secrets in the dark

i sank ships,
when i was bored,
i watched them drown,
and laughed more.
I hated how the ships,
floated above the ocean,
i kissed the water with my lips,
and the waves splashed,
the waves crashed,
and down went the ships.
There was life under the boats,
and i lived it all,
i loved the blue,
the fish,
and most of all,
it was my home.

am i dead to you,
or just another story you could tell?
was i worth loving,
or was i just for show and tell?
was it all real,
or were you faking it all along?
was our love made of stone,
or just a thread to hold our bond?

silence is so loud.
it's louder than the thunderstorms,
louder than hell,
silence is louder than actual words,
only because you kept it that way.

i could hear the silence in your voice,
it was like listening to silent music,
a beautiful oxymoron.

my finger reaches out,
as i touch the sunlight,
and the absence of light,
as it creates a silhouette.
i see my shadow
beside nobody else

Not everyone was born a sinner
But it’s hard to tell with people

sleep is a distraction and an alternative
for death,
it's simply an escape from life,
my problems,
so i don't have to deal with them for a while

sleep is beauty,
i hold onto my dreams,
i rest my eyes,
and leave me at peace.

I can’t stop thinking
about everything
and nothing
My mind is wandering at night
Searching the graves of obsessive thoughts
Walking the pavement of sadness
It’s keeping me up
And I
        just

       can’t

      sleep

𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦?
stop thinking about it, just go to sleep.
𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?
don't think, just close your eyes.
𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?
stop.
𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦?


i don't know.

i never will.

just let me sleep