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Your words are like  honey...sticking to my bones, but rotting my teeth
I reached out my hand to save us both but you, all of a sudden, had a ladder crafted just for you
.......a ladder to climb from the depths of a howling cry filled with the remains of broken angel wings
Dreams you created, then crushed
Promises you made, then broke
Mistakes you confessed to God, then took back.
...you set the pictures on fire and placed the ashes on my pillow
from the ash I made mud, when I mixed it with my tears..
With the same hands that held you up for years, I sculpted a bird.
A bird with new wings that couldn't be broken or torn...only made stronger
summer Oct 2018
Who knew that you would find me,
when i was lost and broken,cold and shattered
through the brokenness you saw me
not for my blue eyes that you say look as deep as the ocean,
or for my soft skin that you caress with your finger tips
you see past all that, no.... you see me as i truly am

who would have thought that the moment you saw me
you knew you needed me and i needed you
you saw me curled up in the shadows trying to drown out the pain
and the sorrow from all who have hurt me
you were cautious with me knowing i was weak and delicate
from the pain that was over whelming me

yet you held out your hand trying to show me kindness
trying not to frighten me and yes i was afraid to trust
to have my heart ripped out of my chest once again
but something told me you had no evil intention
not like others, you were different...

who would have known that my wings
would once again take flight?
that the darkness that was once part of me was now gone and
filled with your light
but you taught me that the past was good because
that's were you truly know pain and happiness

for now you see me as i truly am.
Pax Sep 2018
I fall into the deepest dream.
Hug by darkness, i give in.
Then by miracle i was torn
to be reborn.
it's been long...
Blade Maiden Sep 2018
Today
I hang
I hang myself
I hang myself onto
I hang myself onto the branches
of this old tree
just to go, to flee
of too much probability

Tonight
I shoot
I shoot myself
I shoot myself a picture
I shoot myself a picture of me
in front of my favorite old tree
so I can remember thee
so there can be another me
so in this picture I can also be

Yesterday
I killed
I killed myself
I killed myself in a picture
I killed myself in a picture that shows
another me
in memory
but if she's dead
who's sitting on this chair
a me in disguise
I think I killed myself twice
or how many times?
Always changing, always renewing oneself. How many of me have died?
Madeline Aug 2018
ghostly sighs chime
as they float
from the hole in my chest
choking on words
as they form to acid
spluttered sounds of silence

furious clasps shadowed
by a thump as i tumble
i lay in a puddle of my own tears
undefeated

i become a sparkling stream
i roll in the grass as i melt
and stare at the trees
the branches sway whispering
sweet nothings in my ears

the flowers sing a melody
changing colour as they twirl
each petal decorating my hair
intertwining with each strand

as each tear drops
the blades of grass grow
tangling and interwoven with me
wrapping me in their embrace
i am swallowed
i become whole again
i am one
Mary Frances Aug 2018
If I will exist in the next cycle,
I wish to be reborn as someone
who's meant for you.
We'll find ways for our paths to cross
and author the love story we failed to
write in this lifetime.
Mary-claire Aug 2018
The blood moon rises,
the sky is painted red,
Its the day our demons are fed.
The stars cower and hide behind,
afraid of the sight of temporary demise.

The blood moon rises,
havoc is reborn,
let every offspring of peace mourn,
as peace itself is swallowed till the day dawns.

The clouds are stabbed till they bleed,
Its time...
let the demons feed.
The light is traded as a pawn,our brothers and sisters become foes,
drinking each other dry till one of them falls.

Cry out!
You can't tell enemy from friend,
they are one and the same.

Skin me alive,
peel away this fear from my flesh,
expose my insides to the volatile air,
let me drip out the lies I've ****** in.


Write my stories from my pain-filled wails,
pick out the truth from the layers I've shed off,
record the gut wrenching sound as my born breaks.

Let the demons dance to the music of pain,
let their fangs bare when I fall,helpless,
let them pounce when I lie motionless,
For its the day of the blood moon,
I have to die before am reborn.
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