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Hope May 3
she tells you it’ll all blow over
but the fact that it hasn’t
is why you’re here in the first place
everything will be okay
then why hasn’t it gotten that way yet
the scars on your arms
are proof

you laugh
but the darkness is always lurking
somewhere in the deepest corners
of your heart
I hope everyone has a good day. Bad days ****, I can say that first hand.
Smile, someday things will be okay.
I must warn you
that nothing but
death comes wrapped up in my pretty face

alas

I am adorned with a jeweled crown atop my head
and
dressed only in my bloodied silks

and

I freely admit that

I am nothing but sinister

within my own wickedness

do know that

I shall hang your tainted soul upon such decorated rope

as your wasted fears
soak into the floors beneath your corpse

my poisoned passions
clotting your dying veins

the whispers of my wicked tongue
will do nothing more than
consume all of your self restraint

and

you will suffer to ******* forbidden fruit

as you draw your last breath

and

I shall leave you to sit upon sanity's edge

as you are brought to death by my simple kiss
trashcanpoetry Jun 2017
we still meet where the sidewalk ends
my breath still falls flat when I see you
on the other side

the animal in my head
tells me to avoid you
the one in my heart says
go ahead

we both knew that one day our
paths would cross once more
but until then,
we will meet where the sidewalk ends
i'll miss you

this poem has remained unread and untouched for years and I still love it the most.
I'm new to this- please leave me feedback <3
SydneyAnn Feb 2015
Rest In Peace
You are dead to me
And I'm dead to me, too
because I left too much of myself with you
What's real is real,
and what's real is you're dead
Maybe not in reality
but I swear that it's real in my head
The voices tell me what is true
and the truth is,
even when you're dead I am in love with you
ryn Oct 2014
Looks like you need a drink...
What'll it be, let me think...

One thing you should know, Little Miss,
I'm not a bartender... I'm just winging this...

Hmm...
Arc in a cocktail shaker
Filled halfway up
Throw Melz in the mix
Just a dollop

Let's see now...
Spoonful of rhymes
Make that a table
Few drops of Conor
If he's up and able

Almost ready...
A touch of Tea
Maybe a tad more
A dose of Frank
In a little pour

Just about done...
Cap it up
Shake that shaker
Pour it out
Top with Silver

Ahh...
In a cocktail glass
Now sprinkle with Dani
Let's not stinge
Sprinkle aplenty

There you go, Hon... Take a full swig
When you see the bottom, your pain wouldn't seem so big...
Taylor Johnson Apr 2014
There is no lack of perfection
You need not change a thing
Form the tender years of your life
You began to
Hate,      \
Change,    Yourself
Starve,    /

You are utter beauty
No one should feel like this
Your four days,
Of unholy fast,
Must come to an end.

You are beginning t eat yourself
Form the inside out,
You are dying.
The shaking of hunger
Cause your body to tremble
In fear of what you are doing

This is not a willing decision
You've always been like this.
Without reasonable explanation.
No logical backing.
You are perfect.

I believe in you
Always and forever,
You have the strength
To overcome the hunger.

— The End —