my hair will not spit sparks if you brush it it will cling onto your hands the brush your shirt and shorts the ones that ride up against your thigh my hair will not curl lovingly around your fingers it will grab onto anything put through it it will keep you here a part of me forever, the way it should be my hair will not remind you of flames but maybe of a lion though easily tamed is it when it's sprawled across your lap your nails gingerly scratching my scalp no my hair will not cascade down my back ever so gracefully masking the scars from my past teasing you in its waves it will claw against my spine, it will dare you to draw near my hair will not remind you of an ocean spread out so perfectly as I run, molding against a perfect sunset it will be a beast, sneering at you luring you closer, begging to be chased it will make you its prey no my hair will not be brushed out my favorite knot will be entertainment, lack of motivation in its calligraphy, you see it as a cry for help, it is my declaration of power. my hair will not spit sparks when you brush it. it will be the forest and flames all in one, and when you're choking on the smoke, you'll remember that hair is power. to touch it is to drain it. so I empty all into your talons because my hair will remind you of a monster and your breath will be its leash.
I fight pain through pen Draining the ink till' the end, When words lack meaning And hands start feeling Like they're going to fall off But I know I'll never stop Living my life on paper Because I truly favor This remedy.
This is what it feels like it To lose yourself Especially in poor timing Now I never intended to lose myself But things happened Events occurred Here I am now What do you know I'm stuck fighting a war within me Reminding myself that I need to eat and sleep Finding a million and one reasons to get out of bed Trying to give a reason to have a genuine smile It's tiring It's draining Worst of all...is that I don't even care Currently I am watching from the sidelines While my team is getting crushed But coach won't let me play So here I am now Wondering what's my next plan That's just it... I don't have one Usually do...but this time I don't
Recently I have been going through a rough time and I decided to write it out.
I'm left with that feeling again A hole thats so deep It could inhabit the dead I feel like a zombie I've got depression I guess But most importantly I'm living life as though it's pretend Here we go again I'm ****** in the head There's no light in this tunnel I can't see where it ends I'm lost A living nightmare of ghosts instead I have a monster taunting me Sharing my head Here we go again
You don’t get a pulse until, There is someone else’s blood flowing through your heart. Leeching off the energy of another, So you can go on a little longer!
Systematically remove them all, These thieving telepathic vampires! Draining me of everything, Leaving me with nothing. You have come to reap the benefits that I sowed, Taken what you wanted? Good! Now ******* go!
You drain me, Of all my energy. You are engaged in something that will bring you no satisfaction. You will always be hungry, in search of your next meal. Just so you can get a quick moment of what it is like to feel.
You are a ******* carnivore, A predator in the tall grass looming in on its next victim. They are nothing to you, Just something you can sink your teeth into!
Writing is my only hope The pen’s blood-ink, it stains my throat There’s no one there to fawn or dote Surrounded by my poison moat Isolated by the fray Shackled wrists, I’m locked away They stick around for just a day Then turn and leave me where I lay Draining; all I do is try Sinking as they pass me by Sometimes you just have to cry But tears won’t come—I wonder why My words are all I’ve got and less For looks alone don’t pass the test Hot, I’m not, just a hot mess They like me, but don’t like me best