Twisting and turning the stems are snapping My mind can't take this wait --- Burning and simmering the petals make a tea I don't want to drink your poison anymore --- Listening --- Waiting --- Why won't someone save me? I'm alone in this world tied to a chair --- no one is ever here.
"You're doing the right thing" They once said to her. Abandoned, is she. She tried to listen to them, She took their advice. She took him in. Prepared his meals, his clothes, his bed. Never a thank you was heard. She tried to teach him that she loves him. She never convinced him. "Monster" "Criminal" "Abuser" Each time she heard those words, her heart broke ever so slightly more. She was deteriorating. Her mind lost hope each second. He never listened. He never listened! She wanted to teach him a lesson. She wanted to show how much she could've done to him for months. It was supposed to teach him a lesson. He just hated her more. Poor little girl. Mind twisted and broken. Eventually, though, They finally were found together. Two corpses, eyes opened. Her heart began to flutter.
and when your babies were born you named them for the stars but the backyard was all they ever saw when your mother got the call the world was obsessed but when we change the channel you'll still feel him inside you'll still feel him
You're so beautiful When your cheeks are blushing red When you look directly in my eyes With an expression that can't be read And look where all of this has led You're lying in my bed, just like I always pictured in my head. Your body shivers with excitement Though your tears are screaming "dread" Maybe its the breeze you feel, the windy chill, from hiding in this shed Or is your body breaking down It's been three whole days since you've been fed I had to punish you somehow The other day you almost fled now I feel misled, you turn down my love And run instead You cry all night, you wont eat bread You shout and fight and hit your head against the frame of this old bed. if only you listened to Every word I said There'd be less pain It's better now if this goes my way So just play dead
Sorry about this messed up poem. I had this idea for a while that I wanted to write a twisted love story about a stalker that kidnapped the girl he is infatuated with.
Oh darling, If only I could tell you how beautiful you are to me, I know you and I were never meant to be, But I was so capricious and reckless, And I thought I could fool destiny, Kidnap you, take you with me and and re-writte the code But somethings are not meant to be,
My favourite time of the day is when it is no longer day; when night has fallen.
I step out of my house, into the dark, waiting to be embraced by the ineffable love and consolation it gives me.
But oh! as the sky begins to breathe darkness, so does the world existing beneath it.
As I walk down the streets, the night scares me. I see shadows lurking round the corner; I see their greedy gaze piercing through the dark, running towards me; I see their selfish hands cutting the atmosphere, extending towards me; I see their brutal thoughts waiting for me to fall into their trap; I see them ***** me, kidnap me, **** me, **** me; I see- I see them leave me dead altogether.
As the night falls, I run away from my favourite time of the day.
It's scary after dark The moon doesn't quite reach you The shadows cast are all new Footsteps echo behind You say it is just your mind A hand reaches out You prepare yourself to shout A cloth You gag and cough Bitter taste You should have made haste You fall onto the concrete What fate will you meet