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DaSH the Hopeful Feb 2016
I'd ask you if it looks real but you're nowhere to be found
     I call your phone
           It rings
   But that's the only ******* sound
       I wonder the man I'd be if you had chose to stick around
             As I'm smoking on these rocks and not the ones thats off the ground
                 The ones that cut deep and not just bare feet
     The kind the police always be searching for with the hounds
        I don't sleep or eat I feel cold in heat
        I can't ******* think unless I'm surrounded by a cloud
      But I start to crack, I'm not safe but claim I've got it on lock
             I was taught how to smoke by the boys up the block
            See they were there in your place and I forgot your face and its to the point the only thing I love is my squad
          I'm done talking to God
          And my dealer won't pick up
          So I keep up the facade my smile is not a mirage and my desert of cracked lips actually budge and the muscles push up and it isn't that hard
          And I'm talking just to myself
          Watching as I grin
          Trying to make a fake into perfection
Carson Hurley Dec 2015
Where does my courage form,
if not from the belly of despair?
Where does my strength bread,
so to turn me into something magnificent.
I am the founder of glory,
the giver of greatness.
I have a stoic heart, washed in the blood of my
enemies,
But I know no love,
and that kills me.
For  man with love only for himself,
is bound to an inexorable death.
Camilla Green Dec 2015
For soothe I do know why I am so sad;
The one I love has left me for the dead.
I walk amidst the blades of soft green grass,
While each verdant bloom cuts me to my last.
My love for you was like a faithful sword,
'Till it ran back to where my heart was stored.
It struck me where I tick and ceased my tock.
My love for you, it will not ever stop
Aizzur Festejo Nov 2015
Time slows,
             it kills.
        Time fasts,
                   it heals.
Hailey Oct 2015
I surrender to this darkness,
that seems to be my life.
     I sink deep into this madness
that kills me like a knife.
     I withdraw from those around me
to give time to heal my heart
     For if what I've become, you were to see
we'd surely drift apart.
Brenna Cline Aug 2015
Because pain is beauty
and there's nothing that kills me more
than the color of your eyes
the color is fixed in my head, and the subtle gleam replays in my memory.
Jellyfish Aug 2015
I'm going to drown myself in video games
and ignore the information I obtained.
I know you didn't really mean those things, right?
I wish those words would go away, at least at night.

I think what bothers me the most
is that you make me seem like I'm always the bad guy,
when you have also been the cause quite a few times...
But I never said things that weren't untrue to complete strangers especially not about you. Regardless I will ignore this and keep my nose in my games, curiosity kills the cat in the end.

I should've held onto this quote.
emma jane Jul 2015
It kills me to see you with her,
but if when she smiles, your bones
ignite and your heart flutters...
kinda the same way mine does when i look at you....
not even a heart this cold, would ever wish that
away from you.
kinda short and kinda messy but kinda really true
Lovey Jul 2015
The pain of waking up and being so happy and slowly fading into a deep depression.
Is death defying.
Its like you can go back and feel falling into the trap of sadness.
Its like having a fire lit beneath your heart.
It starts burning it so slowly.
Then your heart crumbles to ashes.
That feeling hurts so badly..
I don't know why.
Cause you should be used to sadness by now right?
But some reason falling into it.
Kills me.
Curious Owl Jun 2015
I want to feel your warmth,
I want to feel wanted for once
I want to stare in your soul and understand  the entire you as much as you want to be a part of mine.
We will be the light in each other's darkness.
I want to be the one who will say that it's okay. That you're okay.
I want to feel your breath like my whole world depends on it.
I want to write about you everytime I got the chance to.
My words will be composed of your touch. Your late night calls. Your reckless plans. You.

I want to be a part of your story, too much that it kills us both.
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