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I miss how it felt to hold
my life in my lips
How when lit, you instantly became
a passing ship
I miss the power I felt
Breathing in death
Knowing my cards weren't dealt
Not yet
It curled softly through my teeth
And into my lungs
It didn't hurt
Why didn't it hurt
Maybe I just liked how it burnt
 Nov 2014 Sharina Saad
I Am
Forgivness Is Not A Matter Of Whether Or Not You Deserve It
- It Is A Question Of Whether Or Not I Wan't **Peace
just a kiss
just a sting
pluck a root
pluck a wing
you will die
and it won't show
you don't have so far to go

just a lie
just a tale
yank a hair
yank a nail
i will tease
i will rave
i will put you in your grave

just a flick
just a feignt
**** the sinner
****.the saint
go over to the wishing well
that's where you make
your place in hell

archbishop of agony
you have sold your soul to me

i will steal your last breath
for i am the duke of death

you will hear this last refrain
for I am the king of pain


(c) soulsurvivor
based on the song
"King of Pain"
by The Police
Watch
While you have eyes.
Breathe
While you taste the air.
Walk
With your head inclinced.
Touch
With care.
Things
Make sense this way.
Age
Like sleep is stealthful,
Putting the unfeeling
To rest.
Like a woman
Walking away with sway;
You say:
I used to remember such things.
 Nov 2014 Sharina Saad
Haydn Swan
We are the ones who paint with words
thoughts and feelings soaring like birds,
horrors, dreams and things of the night
indelibly scribed for your delight

furrowed brows are forced to think
in pastel shades and jet black ink
scrawled in haste in an hour of need
raw nerves scraped until they bleed,

there is no cure or magic pill
we lost our freedom to the quill  
slicing our souls down to the bone
to leave a legacy carved in stone.
i have
been thru some
things visceral

i am broken
but not
beaten

i have
just been shown
that i am

H U M A N


soulsurvivor
I didn't really know how
many people
look up to me here.

I'm experiencing a little bit of
a down time.
But I am not giving up.

Thank you all for sharing your
Compassion with me
I'll be back soon.
Remember that I am
A human being with the same
Problems we all face.
I am facing each one
Head on
It isn't easy
Please bear with me
 Nov 2014 Sharina Saad
Erenn
Mama warned me countless of times
Never walk alone along the alley at night, "Call me or papa to pick you up"
I took it lightly, thinking it was just another preach-teach
If only I'd listened to her
If only I was stronger

I still walked lightly drunken down that alley that
horrible night,
a pure, broken white lamb limping down the street
just waiting for a black fox of the night to
come enrapture me,
take me away from everything,
as I stood, cold and uncomforted from the night's drunken stupor,
and crying.

As I keep on walking
His voice was still there
In my head screaming,
"You deserved this, shut up!
Wearing like a desperate ****!
Just let me taste you stupid ****!!!"
No matter how i screamed, his immense hands shrouding my mouth tightly.
The more i screamed, the more pain he puts me in.

A couple shoves,
a few bruises,
a yank,
and my silenced whimpers
as he ferociously goes in,
once, twice, too many times.
I'm trapped, heaving...
I should have listened to Mama...

Flashbacks ran through my head
How defiant I am towards my parents
How I always skipped anything physical, always judging girls on how they look.
It's happening to me now
I can do nothing but cry and give in
When he was done, he told me he'll **** my whole family if I tell the police.
I continue walking as my worth fading slowly.

And my fire burned out,
as I stopped struggling,
stopped making any noises,
and just lay still,
as he licked me and caressed me,
he's new found toy,
only to be tossed away later.

As I finally reached my nest,
I couldn't find the words to tell mama.
Not one person, not my boyfriend, not a soul. His face still haunts me every now and then.
He became this demon in my head
That will never go away.
It's been months now,
But this demon got my soul caged
And my lips zipped.
Not a single soul will ever know
The Creep Who Loved You in Italic
And I'm in Bold.
Another collab with the brilliant The Creep Who Loved you
http://hellopoetry.com/el-nuevo-corazon/
This time we bring in the topic of ****.
How they suffered, how they try their best not to tell anyone. It's because of one animal.
You can say, "She deserved that for dressing up like that."
"She asked for it."
"Things happen."
You never really know till it happens to you. It's really simple. If you use force, It's ****.
**** is ****.
There's no other way to it.
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