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He said he'll love me more than ' H '.
Yet all three of us show up on most dates.
The sparkle in his eyes is stronger for caps than for me.
But this isn't jealousy.
It's communism,
because the bounty is split.
More split than personality changes in nighttime and crossed legs from hips.
What do you do when you dig someone who doesn't dig you as deep? What do you do when the old habits of yours begin to wake from their sleep?
He tastes like the sky, looks like rain,
But i'm just a puddle he's having a good time dancing in,
and his footprint feels more like a beauty mark than a stain burnt in scarred skin.
Mamma poppy don't treat me the way she used to, no she doesn't even listen
It's frightening how my eyes light up to this tin-foil glisten.
Take me in your arms or better yours in mine.
A new way to feel momma's old touch &
Transcend these blackhole times
Black tar sublime
I'm finitely fine
I'll unlatch from this hook and swim from the line
I'm just waiting for clearer water
Where i can define myself as more than a junkies daughter
I'm finitely fine
Someone please give me their touch because all I ever do is destroy with mine
You: have the wounds everyone wants to kiss and love
You: recognize you're only important if you're pretty, dead, and or just so happen to " beautifully "  borderline either at any given time.
you :let people satiate their misplaced guilt and empathy.
let them coin you a case of charity,
a stigmata *******,
Is it building or belittling to be someones muse?...
If your only inspirational because you're looked upon as broken or used?
 Nov 2014 Sad Girl
axr
abuse
 Nov 2014 Sad Girl
axr
Hush, woman don't you cry
I am the last person to whom you will say goodbye.
don't put too much thought in your last words
we are here to watch you burn.
 Nov 2014 Sad Girl
axr
You are like a constellation in the sky.
So far
yet
so close.
I long to touch you
only to know
that I will burn.
A mystery I long to solve
The longer follow you
the more I get lost.
The more I gaze at you
I see the lost parts of you.
You are like a constellation in the sky
beautiful from a distance
but
ugliness of fire inside.
 Nov 2014 Sad Girl
axr
I am a poet,darling
My ammunition are pen and papers.
I know ******* you
with metaphors
 Nov 2014 Sad Girl
axr
My perfect man
Shall know all about my past
and refuse to judge me about it.

My perfect man
Shall know about my obsessions
But by no means Jesse Pinkman and Aaron Paul will spoil our relationship.

My perfect man
Doesn't need to have six abs
Or a tall build
But that doesn't mean he chooses an unhealthy lifestyle

My perfect man
Should be able to make me laugh
Should be able to hold me when I cry
Should know that I am one of the most shy humans on this planet
Should know that I will always love him
Should know that I can sing songs to him in my raspy voice
Should know that if he is trying to play
His heart is the one which goes for the ****.
*extra
My perfect man
Should be the child of Hephaestus and Esperanza Valdez
should know more code
And build an amazing fire breathing dragon
Have curly black hair and deep brown eyes to get lost into
Take my breath away whenever he comes in my way
I am talking about the one and only Leo Valdez
 Oct 2014 Sad Girl
axr
I hate the term
Tragically beautiful.
If you find something beautiful about my face
or me as a person,
Say it.
Just say it
Quit using that dumb term
it's as good as romanticising self harm and depression.
I will try to help you through your recovery
But I won't kiss your scars.
I will lose my mind when I realise that you are hurting yourself.
There is nothing Tragically beautiful about depressed humans
or humans who are just having a hard time.
If something about that human is tragically beautiful,
try making 'em happy.
Make 'em laugh.
See through them.
and you might find some *real beauty
///

I see you
You see me
And it is true both we exist

You love me
I love you
And it is true both we exist

One day you saw me
At least one day I also saw you

One day you felt me
At least one day I also felt you

One day I saw your beauty
at least one day you felt that I was in your mind
we felt that we loved each other
even you can believe it
cause still I'm loving you

Yet you never see the god
and me too,
but we both believe in god
The believe,
the most mystic invention on the planet earth ever
yet the gentlemen never can see under the microscope

Too many thoughts in our life
but we can't exceed the thought of death
always we feel a threat of death
when we grew older to oldest
and we carry it till our death

It is true that we see the death
and its pain that we have gained
when someone's closet moves to the past
but we can't lose his existence in our mind
and in the existence of our soul

I see the death,
the mystic beauty rises up to its spiritual height
and I say, it is true that is more than the truth,
the existence of death

Though still we exist on earth
yet we can't see any event that will be happened after death
but most of us believe in after death
there is a life,
the unlimited life
where we both will meet again
either we will exist in heaven or hell
Ah! The ultimate existence

It is true that we all have a fear of death,
the very dear fear,
moves us very near
to the god
the god,
dimensionless-
space less-
existence less-
but an ultimate divine existence of god
so that we believe in spiritual existence of god-

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Existence of life, death, after death and the god that we believe..........
 Oct 2014 Sad Girl
Rhiannon Grace
there's no use in pretending
i just can't do it anymore
i can't hide what i'm feeling
i'm ending this war

there's no way to save me
i'm falling fast
everything that i thought i could be
well it just didn't last

no motivation and no light
nothing but heartache
it all ends tonight
there's nothing left to fake

there are so many people i'll let go
so many goodbyes
i've moved on, and they will too
there are no more tears to cry

to all my family
especially my dad
i'm so very sorry
i know you must be mad

there was nothing that you could do
it was all on me
i'm sorry for hurting you
in time you'll see

i tried everything i could
to stop the pain in me
it was too dark from where i stood
and i found i couldn't see

not everybody makes it through
this crazy thing called life
i wasn't as strong as any of you
there was just so much strife

i got a little lost inside myself
and started to enjoy the pain
i stopped wanting help
i've literally lost the game

if i had some advice to give
it would be this
learn to live
and learn to miss

because every dark and gloomy day
is so much worse alone
you lose the words to say
don't leave me on my own

when you shut everybody out
the darkness eats away at you
taking away all you once felt
leaving only blue

soon all that's left
is a shadow of who you once were
all you can do is hope you'll be missed
of this i'm sure

in the end
every day was the same
and i lost the will to mend
there was no end to pain

i've struggled so much
over the years
not one thing as such
causing never ending tears

i was addicted to cutting
watching my blood run
using a little sharp thing
to stop all the numb

i started to eat a lot less too
trying to lose a little weight
it wasn't obvious to you
all of my self-hate

i wanted so badly to run away
and start my life again
so i had to pray
that this wasn't a sin

i disappointed a lot of people
i led them astray
now i'm going to hell
i just can't stay

there's so much more
that i should write down
about how none of you saw
my lifeless body drown

i was a little mad
that you couldn't see
that all the happiness you had
couldn't be found in me

none of what's happened is your fault
you're not the ones to blame
if this story's to be told
i manifested my own pain.
this is an actual suicide not that i wrote. there was more to it, stanzas dedicated to specific people and all that. i had no idea it was a suicide not until i finished. it was the moment when i realized that i was a lot more depressed than i thought.
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