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I can’t say I see the future
but I know today is brighter
because I’ve become a fighter
Carson Hurley May 2015
I watch her move
like smoke
dancing off a
torrid ember.
The earth weeps
knowing that there
will never be anything
quite as beautiful as her,
and it weeps
at the fact that her last moments
are filled with panic and fright.
she cuts through her nefarious foe
like the ocean spray
that slices its way through
crag rock to dampen a once dry space.
She falls to darkness,
with the searing pain of a slicing blade,
but she will not cry, beg nor
give in.
She welcomes death as a dear friend,
and looks to the light of the world beyond.
Shadow Paradox May 2015
~
Please, go ahead

Tie that glossy pink ribbon around my ribs
Dress me in Anorexia's skin
Pour your poison into my blood
Whisper to me that pain is beauty

I won't let you overtake me
I will stretch your fabric over my pearl bones
I will wear you like an armor
For I'm a soldier
You are the war inside me

A black rose with thorns blooming in my middle

I will cut your stem and wear it as a crown
I was built for this battle
I will win

For you taught me how

Days in agony
Radiation embracing me with nausea's dance
You stole my hair
You tried to steal my beauty

My confidence
My love
My peace
My life

But I'm still here
Each fight only brings me closer to my award

So thank you for my ribbon
Thank you for my black rose
Thank you for my inner wings
I can fly now

For freedom is mine
~
Mikayla May 2015
Why do I feel this way?
I see you hold hands with her,
and it’s like a bucket of ice water,
drowns me in sorrow.
I knew I shouldn’t let you go.
I’m sorry, I’m so weak.
So fragile.
I can’t take the heat,
that surrounds you.
Many lust for you.
Many want you.
You chose me.
Now I lost you.
I’m tired, of fighting.
I’ll wait for you.
I’m slowly falling for you.
She does not own a fighter's body

But you can tell right from the start

That the thing they have in common

Is...she has a fighter's heart

For as long as I have known  her

A scrapper she has been

A lioness well challenged

She is cunning, though not mean

Her battle is internal

Her trophy is her life

Her body's full of cancer

She's tap dancing on a knife

She won't back down from any fight

Not this one...that's for sure

She determined like a fighter

She wants this fight...and one more

It's a battle for survival

She's as tough as old Ali

Her battle cry is awesome

"You will not be taking me"

I write this for my mother

The toughest woman that I know

And regardless of her cancer

Her pain...she'll never show.
Austin Heath May 2015
It's late enough already.
Scrubbing your gamepad, salty at A.I.,
thinking of cleaning metaphorically;
Scrubbing behind your ears.
Scrubbing behind the skull.

Contemporary 80's synth-rock in both ears,
I wish I knew what you were singing about.
I wish I knew who you longed for,
I wish I knew what you did, where you were,
on evenings like this when you can only

think

of the people you wish you were closer to.
Skin and talk out of touch. Imagine;
Conversations imagined aren't enough.
Words you wish were out loud
will eat your sorry *** alive.

16-bit racial stereotypes onscreen
pummel each other to mush faced
ground meat caricatures.

Groove like a shark trapped in a box,
make yourself sharp to the touch,
then make yourself tangible.
Absence lets the shoulder grow colder,
but this?

Things imagined and wished for.
Fantasies a child would seek,
pulling the words off of your tongue
An apology, a love letter, a eulogy
/vulgarities and praise as bedfellow.


Words you wish were spoken
will eat your sorry *** alive.
AJ Apr 2015
Life wants to slow me down
But I'm sprinting all the way to the crown
Boy I used to be lost at every turn
Demeanor of a James Bond
What every boy yearns
I wish to paint pictures
Cant draw so I'll do it through scriptures
Nightmares dominating good dreams
Evil gobbling up my good sleep
Result of a disturbed subconscious
Be yourself, this ain't no contest
Do yourself, you don't need context
Taylor Lynn Apr 2015
She's like a flame,
dancing back in forth,
flickering and crackling through the night.
When fueled,
with love, hate, or passion.
She will grow and flourish,
but when stomped out,
and extinguished by the twisted venom,
that pours from life itself,
she vanishes and all thats left is ash.
But that flame thrives,
and it grows and burns strong,
flickering more than ever before.
That flame dwells with enough power,
to burn everything in her path,
and she's just waiting to be ignited.

T.B.
Taylor Lynn Apr 2015
He left you alone,
standing there in the pouring rain.
He wore away at you,
piece by piece ,
he wasn't there for you when you needed him the most.
No,
you didn't matter,
darling you weren't **** to him.
He had more important things to do,
like play with his little girlfriends.
Darling he never loved you,
just look at yourself,
you're a mess.
Darling you meant nothing to him,
you were just a temporary time holder.
Until you became a bore,
and he found a new one.
All you ever were,
was something for him to keep himself entertained with.
Oh yes darling I know its, sick
I know its twisted ,
but do you honestly think he cared?
No, because he doesn't.
Darling he claimed he loved you,
with his sweet lies like poison,
when we all knew in reality,
he was ******* the girl next door.
Oh foolish girl,
you really thought theres such a thing as forever?
That was an illusion he made you believe,
just so he could have his temporary satisfaction.
His satisfaction of destroying you,
tearing you apart, and ruining every part of you.
Oh darling you deserve so much more,
you deserve to feel what real love,
when its shared from both sides,
Foolish girl,
you believed him all along,
you were the puppet in his hands,
and he wasn't finished playing his games with you,
oh not quite yet.
But darling you're not so foolish anymore,
and we both know,
who will come out stronger than ever.
T.B.
Shadow Paradox Apr 2015
-
She grew into leaves
As she wrote into her bleeding notebook
Collecting diamonds from every drip
Balancing on a crystal dream
Erasing reality
Swallowing fantasy
-
Faraway, a letter grew wings
And printed itself to the girls skin
-
Invited to Depression’s Party
She swept away her notebook
And dressed herself in poetry pearls
Ink slippers stained her feet
-
As she twirled backwards to her demise
Silver cobblestones and golden chariots
Greeted with royalty
She entered the Razorblade Ballroom
Which kissed her graciously
-
She was given porcelain razors
Covered with colorful gems
“Go ahead my lovely and dance with them”
Evil whispers filled her little head
“Suicide will be proud”
-
She began to dance with those beautiful razors
But then she saw those delicate butterflies
Fluttering gently on her wrists
She then remembered her vow
-
To never ever harm those creatures
Because if she harmed herself
Those butterflies will die
The razors fell and shattered
-
The Razorblade Ballroom
She promise to never visit again
She realizes her bad decisions
Can affect many
-
She lives her life today
Being a world wide example
To those who are hurting
Yes I remember those dark days when I spent hours in the "razorblade ballroom" struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts. These were my darkest times. I never danced in that ballroom ever since. Although I do get invitations from time to time.
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