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Eric Jun 2019
Little horizontal linings, with bountiful treasures finding , happiness between the walls of tidings.unwinding the fact we're all crying , inside an it's denying the lying .
The here and now in my Little House of hell, words may tell , but moral of the story is , I'm unwell. This Little House is small these days , as if I fell . Looking up at things , I just can't tell. I try to be one with all , but I realized we are in hell . There aint no way out , dying , happens to be a dream without a doubt . Where no screams or shouts , can be heard even when it came from your heart and you felt,.... out.
And just came back to the same Little House.
-I feel stories need to be told -
farhan Jun 2019
Heaven and Hell, the two
Both derived from one, any clue?
From far it appears a spherical blue.

Split that blue you get the two,

Goes to heaven,
Birds, animals, rivers and who?
Beautiful mountains but none of you.
Way to hell,
You and me as none were true,

We ask hell,
For what sins we deserve you?
"Mwahahaha!", bellows the hell.
You thought the world was due to you,
You made the world a living hell,
For all except for you.

Now enough is the call,
By those mighty few,
Heaven goes to them,
And I am left for you.
blue=earth, you=humans
Bailey Jun 2019
I pray
To heaven
To hell
Erase my soul
So another
May take
My place
Andrea Olmos Jun 2019
She cannot be enough for anyone if she’s not enough for herself.
She hates her long nails, her long hair and the rest of her ******* femininity.
All she wanted to be was ideal for someone that she thought she cared for.
Does he hear her screaming through the ecstasy he feels when he caused her pain?
He gave her these beautiful insecurities to cut herself with as she thinks of him.
When it rains for hours at a time she remembers dreaming about how one day she would be one of those raindrops touching him in places no one else had before.
He led these flawless fears of starting a family with anyone else because she wanted him first.
She wanted him to want her first in every way she wanted him.
There’s this song that she listens to repeatedly because the dancing beats reminds her…
The way you would ravage her in ways no else can or will.
She’s disappointed in her younger self for being so stupidly naïve and tastefully rambunctious.
She will be writing her vows soon and years later will most likely still be at her desk writing a book she will finish about her many different ideas of love she thought she created with him.
She tells him that she’s happily frustrated with herself.
She’ll write novel after novel and hope to catch a little attention even though she has more than enough with her guy.
Vic Jun 2019
Words written
All over my body.
They tell us angels,
They're everything but holy.

Words,
Like scars.
So close,
Yet so far apart.

The outside
Can fool,
Use the angel's power
As a tool.

Get the devil
To confess.
But it turns
Into nothing less.

I'm not an angel,
I'm not a devil too.
I'm stuck in the middle,
Attracted to you.

Chained to my ankles,
Says I'm a good girl.
But I don't remember saying
That I lived in this world.

Tears and lies,
The fundament of my soul.
It's dark and rainy,
Black like coal.

Could hurt my self,
Don't have the courage
Yet my body is
Full of hemorrhages

There's a heaven,
But I need hell.
Can't you see.
I'm really unwell

What you're telling me
That is to  trust.
But letting go,
Is what I must.

Telling myself,
Everything I heard before.
I don't want to live like this
Not anymore.

Blue skies and clouds,
Spinning around.
Thunder clouds and dark skies.
That's not what it's about.

I'm a liar,
I never keep a promise.
You know, I see.
But you've got to be honest.

Having feelings for you,
Yes it does ****,
But you're just an angel.
**** **** **** :)

Hidden feelings,
Becoming more and more.
They will never respect you,
The same way they did before.

You can't cry,
You're happy here.
Heavenly feelings,
Flying in the atmosphere.

I'm slowly losing you,
But in a different way.
I'm still hoping that I'll
Pass you by in the hallway.

You can always
Laugh things away.
But what you don't know
Is that they stay.

I'm not okay,
I feel so scattered.
Don't be that way,
You're all that matters.

I confess,
I am lost.
My friendship
Is what it cost.

It's like I'm flying
Without wings.
Not getting joy
Out of the little things.

I'm an angel,
I'm not okay.
Because Satan isn't really
Feeling it today.

Put your lips on my skin,
And you might ignite it.
It hurts and it burns to hide it,
But I kinda like it.

Stop it, I'm trying.
Never gonna get things done.
By the time I finish,
You'll definetly be gone.

Being empty
And clear.
Is hapiness
Really near?

I can see you standing.
But you're never alone, no.
I could go talk to you,
But I'm too scared to go.

The cuts in my arm,
Are invisible to you.
But somehow, I don't know,
You show me yours too.

Started with angels,
Now talking about you.
A never ending sickness,
An infinite flu.

There's nothing I can do,
Don't judge me babe.
I'm just waiting
For my judgement day.

I keep adding sins,
But I'm trying to be holy
You never hear I tell you,
That I'm your's fully.

My scars keep bleeding,
I don't know what to do.
So I just keep on cutting,
Going through and through.

Your head on my thighs,
I never thought of this.
Oh but it's lovely,
Yes, yes it is.

Why would I keep trying,
Nothing makes me happy anyway.
You're the only person
That makes me want to stay.

Why did we spend,
All those hours?
Because you know it's gonna die,
Just like your flowers

If the end of the world,
Was near,
I'd spend them with you,
And die without fear

All I wanted,
Was to protect you.
And now I'll just
Never get to.

I kind of regret,
But I kind of like it.
Taking a joint.
Ah, it was just one hit

We are planning to leave.
Together, let's run away.
As long as I'm with you,
I don't really care if we stay.

You just keep giving,
The angel's trust.
But can't you see
My devil's lust?
I'm not sure what this is anymore. Just take it, whatever.
Isaac Spencer Jun 2019
I took a handful of pills,
So I don't have to feel,
Chased 'em with straight Gin,
Where do I end or begin?

It's killing me or the memories,
They're lined up like enemies,
This Mary Jane by my side,
The only place I can hide,

I've been high for two weeks,
I haven't yet hit my peak-
And all the dealers are dry,
A ten strip of acid to fly,

She told me to leave her alone-
So I done sold my phone,
And now I'm doing these lines,
While my heart is doing time.
Cobear May 2019
If heaven is real
Then this must be hell
Burning alive in my own head
Awaiting the day
I can live without the agony
I’m not religious, but hell can’t be much worse than this.
F A Pacelli May 2019
if there is an "after-life"
there may be a "before-life"
to die and depart this world
implies to be born and arrive
maybe to learn or to love
or to learn to love
and maybe, just maybe
we have died before
and this is an “after-life”
Philomena May 2019
You don't know it yet
But you will be mine very soon

But don't worry I'll treat you well
Show you ropes
Then put you though hell

But believe me when I say I love you little one
But this night is unending and daylight has yet to come
Orion Lesneski May 2019
I look out the door,
Darkness.

I look out the window,
Darkness.

Wondering,
Am I in hell?

I walk into my room,
My phone says 2:34 am.
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