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Aaditya Mar 14
Your cherry coloured lips used to
bring the coral blush on my cheeks.
But now it boils my crimson within,
leaving my face all scarlet with rage.

You were the apple of my eye,
as precious as ruby to me.
But now, wine and water seem the same,
and jam never tastes as sweet.
What changed, dear Rose?
Why have you faded?
its weird to live
where past and future pulls you
in  its black hole
emptying every essence of you
like you are nothing.

its weird to live
where original
is covered with fakes
and being original are
labelled as freaks

its weird to live
where people look
at your mistakes
when the already have
loads of their own.

but its beautiful
to live in the world
where words help me
to escape my own truth
and find peace

its beautiful
that even though life
seems meaningless and purposeless
the meaning of some collective words
makes living purposeful.

hey writers ........ i am a 17 years old mess and i need a help
E Jan 9
She dances in the vast plain darkness
With struggle and agitation,
She makes her way through the top
Then goes all the way falling down

She , herself wanted to run
She never knew how to love herself
And yet she knows her worth
More than rubies , diamonds and gold
First poem of the year 2019 !!!
Rowan Jupiter Dec 2018
I'm a commodity
most cannot afford

every piece of me
is expensive

my eyelashes,
draped in gold

my teeth,
molded of pearl

my heart,
cut from ruby

my hands,
spun into silk

my hair,
a waterfall of bronze

every step I take is glamorous, elegant, enchanting

beauty was born
into me
You’re so deceiving and crude,
You whisper lies into my brain,
And convince me its the truth.
You're are persistent and rude,
Your silver tongue cuts like a knife,
And you weave doubt with ease,
With an artful craftsmanship
that sickens me to the roots.
Why do you seed such things in my mind?
Leave me to question everyone I know,
Make me believe I’m unloved.
You are a master designer,
Have everything laid out,
To slowly drive me insane,
One bit at a time.
Are you tired yet?
Of causing me to fear for my life?
Are you tired of keeping me up all night?
When will it be enough?
Will you ever leave me alone?
Or will your attacks be as persistent
As waves crashing against
The ever withering stone.
I have given you a name,
As to identify your game,
To know when these thoughts come,
They are not my own.
But the scary thing is,
I try to convince myself your separate,
Another being,
But you and I are one and the same,
Intertwined so tightly I don't know where you start and I end.
These thoughts are real,
While you are make believe.
So I will confusingly converse,
With you in my brain,
Until I feel so insane,
I can't keep things straight in my own head.
It's so twisted,
The way you make me feel,
Like somedays, you're my enemy,
And others, my only friend.
At times I feel like I have you under control,
Or at least in the back of my mind,
And yet when it all becomes too much,
And I isolate myself from this world,
You take a grip of my brain,
Of my emotions and thoughts,
And though I will fight tooth and nail,
I feel you grow stronger,
With each passing day.
I'm so afraid that you will reign over me,
And I will merely be a passenger on this ride.
I don't know how to stop you,
How to keep you in check,
I don't want to go back,
To living like I was,
Listening to your voice,
Telling me to starve myself,
Telling me to walk for hours on end,
Telling me no matter how hard I try,
I will never be enough,
Never amount to a single thing in the eyes of my family and friend.
I'm terrified of what you say to me,
Because I can't stop debating,
Whether there's truth in your words,
Or just more of your endless lies,
That constantly stream through my head.
I don't even know if you're real or not,
How would I tell the difference?
What would either even mean?
Yet I can see you so clearly,
Right there in my head.
I'm more confused and scared,
Then I've ever been before,
And somedays,
Giving up seems so much easier than fighting you.
No, I can't think that,
Get out of my mind.
I don't know about tomorrow,
Or even the next hour,
But for right now,
I'm taking back control of what's mine.
I'll tell you one last time,
Just leave me alone,
There's only room for one in my brain,
So it's time for you to go.
Did that scare you?
Intimate you at all?
No, of course not,
You don't quite work like that,
Yet it made me feel better,
Even if it was just a minute,
So anyways,
I guess I will see you again tomorrow,
Old friend,
Old enemy.
Just to clarify, Ruby isn't an actual person, or at least not a physical person (as confusing as that sounds). She's that voice in the back of your head that tells you-you're not enough. She’s different for everyone, and for most people, she’s manageable. But for me, she's raging out of control. And I hate it. I hate her. I hate everything about this, so instead of exploding from all of this, I'm channeling it more into writing.
Pyrrha Oct 2018
I didn't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth
Mine was made of diamond, sapphire, ruby, and jade
Far more precious than those spoons of silver and gold
Because I didn't know money
But I knew love
The most precious gem that you can't buy
Absent Smile Oct 2018
She fears that she'll drown in her tearstained diamonds,
or expose her rough skin to find no more vermilion rubies.
She becomes a ruined landscape as she
brushes the black jewels out of her matted hair,
even if her emerald eyes aren't tough enough to withstand that pain.

She dreads for the moment when the world
will not accept her own beauty.
Why can't she understand? Why can't she realise?
Though she holds the rare jewels of a king,
no one shall buy those cursed gems.
Thank you for reading!
Simra Sadaf Sep 2018
sapphire-like pure eyes
an ocean full of sky blue -
deep, glossy and true
Pure of Stars Aug 2018
i have an inner demon
i think her name is ruby
ruby for the color as she cuts me to pieces
ruby for the smile when she flashes her pretty fangs
those claws and wings arch into me as i cry out into pain
and there i leave a mark for ruby
red and plain
we all have our inner demons
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