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Roxanne Seymour Apr 2015
She used to be whole,
She used to have
Galaxies inside
Her mind and soul.

You could have looked
Into her eyes
And watched the
Stars being born.

Her smile shon
Like the sun.
And her laughter could
Have cured the earth.

But then he came along.
He ignored the universe
Within her,
He covered her smile
Like the clouds cover
The sun on a rainy
Day.

And yet she didn't care.
She didn't care because
He was as wonderful
And as mysterious
As the deepest part
Of the ocean.

He gave her ripples
Of love,  when
She deserved tidal waves.

And instead of creating
Storms for her, he
Created storms to destroy
Her.

it slowly did.
He plucked every
Star out of her soul,
And her smile was
No longer a burning
Flame.

And so she wasn't filled
With galaxies anymore.
The dark matter had
Consumed her
And left her no more.
Roxanne Seymour Aug 2014
What is it to be humane?
It is to have compassion or kindness,
It is to be generous or thoughtful.
Humans were made to love.
We were made to care,
Care for the creatures of the deep,
For the ones that roam the grasslands and jungles,
For the ones that soar across the sky
And for each other.
But through the years of being here,
On this planet
The planet we call earth.
We've lost our way.
We've been consumed by the evil.
We've traded our generosity for greed.
Our kindness for barbarity.
And we have stopped caring for those who need it most.
We have forgotten about each other.
We've turned our backs on one another.
We torture, ****, beat innocent animals.
We destroy their habitats,
To build more malls we won't use.
We over fish,
Just to throw away half a meal.
We cut down rainforests,
Just to make space for cattle
We are going to slaughter.
We test our products on animals
Who don't use them!
Wr start wars,
For land we don't need.
We start genocides,
Because of races or religions
We don't like.
We ****** if
Don't get what we want.
We beat and abuse our family members,
We steal and ****,
Because we feel like it.
We bring people down,
Because we can't stand ourselves
When will we open our eyes
And realise
What we have become?
What are we doing?
We need to stop.
We need to finish what we started.
The first person I loved bruised my body

Everyone always wonders why I'm so up and down.

Why its hard for me to be stable

Or strong

Or wanted.

I wonder

If there is something wrong with me

And if that is why no one can love me.
Roxanne Seymour May 2014
They call me crazy because I believed.  
They called me insane because I saw the truth.
We are a brainwashed generation.  
Is sanity  to believe what you are told?
"Don't believe everything you read they" said.
But if I didn't,  I would be just like you.
Believing the lies,  living in a dream.  
Am I really the one living in 'my own little world"
Or am I the one living in the real world.
Open your eyes,  things aren't what they seem.
Roxanne Seymour May 2014
Left alone,  late at night.
No one to hear your screams,
No one to see the spilt blood,
Oh what a paradise.
A time when you are left alone,
With your only friends.
Your wrists bleed and your eyes cry.
But the voices do not stop,
They remind you of the forgotten, they scream your worthlessness to the world.
You want to fight back
But you are not that strong and with another stroke of the blade against your skin,  you wonder when it will end.
Roxanne Seymour May 2014
I hate what you've done
What you've made me become.
You've changed me,
Your words,
Your actions,
Your looks,
They all add up...
They build up
As my wall breaks down.
And when a brick falls
A part of me dies,
A part of me changes
Into something I never wanted to become.
Don't you think?  
Don't you feel?  
Can't you tell?
Don't you realise that what you do changes me?
Can't you see the emptiness in my eyes?
Can't you hear my cries for help?
Can't you feel numbness when I walk into a room?
I may look happy,  act happy, and sometimes feel happy,  but what you do will always affect me, leaving screams in my head,  and tears in my eyes.  
How can you just leave, leave someone to feel that way?
How can you watch someone waste away?
How can you watch a happy soul leave a sad body,  because of what you've done.  
Do you not have a conscience or do you just choose to ignore the nagging voice inside you?
Roxanne Seymour May 2014
I sit here, in the dark night.
Thoughtss running through my head,
I want to escape it
But I can't.

It is building inside of me,
Trying to get ouy,
Growing as the day goes by.

If only,  
If only I could leave!
Runaway,
This place has left me feeling helpless
Feeling empty
Feeling numb
It leaves me dead inside.

I can only see the darkness,
It follows me,
It follows me wherever I go
I try to run,
I try to hide,
But the shadows know me to well.
They know how to find me,
They won't let me go.

The light is dimming inside of me,
My soul is growing darker.
And I can not stop it now
For it is to late,
To late for help.

It is like hell,
But I don't want to leave.
It has kept me here for to long.
I have become a part of it,
It has become a part of me.
The sadness,
The darkness,
It is who I am.

All light is lost,
The fire that once burnt in my soul,
Has been put out.
By the shadows
That haunt me,
Where ever I go.

— The End —