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c Jul 2015
your tummy is expanding
and your skin is dry as sand
your ***** are somewhat slanting
but they won't change on your command

your hair with that red glow
that gets brighter in the sun
one day it steals the whole show
and this hatred will be undone

one day, you'll find the love of your life
his love for you unjust
one day, he wants to make you his wife
and to such kindness you must adjust

love your self, dear child
before it gets out of control
your problems are merely mild
and somebody is always there to console
Marisa Lu Makil Jun 2015
I know things seem dark
But if there's one thing I know:
Things will get better.
Going through some difficult and confusing time right now. All prayers are appreciated.
Colleen Mary Jun 2015
that's it - time to kiss another year of my youth good bye.
kissing up and goodbye have been the norm in life as I know it so far.
it doesn't make coherent sense to me that my teenage years are gone.
teenage chapter of my life has ended,
and I have yet to experience much.
I had no teenage lovers or anything close for that matter.
no heart has ever yearned to beat next to mine.
no thoughts have been flooded with me.
no lips have thirsted for more of my kisses.
I've managed to carry on anyway,
yet my heart is bitter.
despite it all, as I turn 20,
I'm trying to not allow the heaviness of my heart to weigh me down.
20--my heart is fragile.
Please be careful.
I'm as ready for you as I will be.
To fit well
into this scheme,
my slice of hell --
my wasted dream.

Never fit
the social stencil --
messy colors,
lines in pencil.

Could not see
that I was strange,
nor feel free
within their cage.

On the fringes,
binary fear
oft impinges
upon the queer.

No context,
bridge, or adapter:
gender/***,
and person after.

Categories
supersede
humanity
in word and deed.

Life between
the lines, beyond
median, mean,
and mode is odd.

On the fringes,
binary fear
oft impinges
upon the queer.
It gets better.
axr May 2015
It's so lovely to know that I haven't pressed the blade to my skin in a year.
Roy Mar 2015
I loved you so
My darling beau
And I thought you loved me too

Until you stopped
And then I was dropped
On the floor with memories and tears

I adored you so much
But my grip you un-clutched
And entwined your hand with someone new

Now time has passed
Though my heart still is gashed
I finally feel hope again

Because though you hurt me
I finally feel free
Because I survived loving you.
Danni Jan 2015
seemed so easy to forget about everything

I felt so numb but no one even noticed

now you're catching me down here smoking

sitting here feeling so **** hopeless


seemed so easy to just find myself decaying

to just conceal myself from the world

now you're catching me here praying

to a God i don't believe in


it seemed so easy to just pick up that blade

that blade that would change everything

i wish i were so easy to save

now you're catching me here bleeding

bleeding out everything i had gave


seemed so easy to just heal

for it all to just go away

now i'm catching you here holding me, saying  "i know everything seems so surreal"

"but i promise you, i will always stay"


2 years later and it feels so easy to remember

so easy to remember where and when all these marks came from

now i'm catching you here saying "I still remember November"

"I remember how you were oh so numb"
*Just a little thing i came up with from my experiences in the past, not so good, but it's okay*
Shyanna Ashcraft Dec 2014
Her are open wide,
As you kiss her tonight.
The fear you try to hide,
Clearly glows out bright.

She shakes her head so slow.
You reach for her,
Though you already know,
Tears begin to stir.

"Don't leave," you say.
"Don't go," you plead.
She ignores your pain, it's plain as day.
Her car moves on, always gaining speed.

You're left alone,
Heart in hand,
Slashed to the bone,
Barely able to stand.

Getting better is hard,
Worse than that, really.
People all send you cards,
"I'm fine," you say, "really."

Things do get better,
Your smile gets fixed,
You're warm in life's sweater,
Your emotions aren't mixed.

And when she's back on your step,
When you hear, "I miss you, I'm back."
It's your smile that you kept,
Because your will doesn't crack.

"I'm sorry, no," you said,
As you closed your door.
Before you went to bed,
You managed to smile a little more.
Written 7-11-14
And ex of mine had hurt me, and I managed to get over it after a while. I learned to say no to her. This was written to show that.
Shyanna Ashcraft Dec 2014
It's days like these,
Dark,
Cold,
Lonely.
You're blind
You shiver,
And you hurt on the inside.
It's days like these,
This one right here.
Feeling the things,
Maybe it's been a year.
Or maybe a month or so.
Struggle,
Strife,
Success.
You've fought,
You've crawled along.
You stand up on two feet.
You know that you're still hurting,
But you can carry on.
Because it's days like this.
These are the ones we live for.
Written 12-2-14
Twiggy Nov 2014
I'm so sad I'm sobbing
My hearts Brocken but still throbbing
My mind is flowing but with nothing
My life goes on but with regret
My education becomes bigger but for what
So you can call me a ****
As you pluck at my heart
I'm a person I have feeling
And now my skin is only peeling
Let me if you like it ^___^
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