sage 24m

why is it that though people have promised me it'll will get better,

it keeps getting worse?

old messages are haunting me again.

I can tell, you're pushing me out.
You're growing tired of having me around.
It's obvious and makes me feel as though
I could just drown...
I never thought the day would come
when you'd want me out.

I don't know if I can do it.
Madeon 3h

Through the bloodstream
You put me that you are alone
I give you back no I am to you
Do not even feel like I smoke in my sad ones
Through the bloodstream
You put me

Tina 4h

No this wasn't platonic, white and placid
Made out of crimson cherries and blueberries 
It was amplifying, reddish, corrosive as acid 
I couldn't move my jaw, or breathe; I choked 
Like breathing was an illusion I saw before my eye
No! This didn't go away with time.
It resided, very well groomed in my heart 
Oh closely! Listen! Can you hear it beat?
And thump, and pound and pound and pound!
No it wasn't an aimless seed planted perfect 
It was an explosive, a bomb you say! 
What has this world got against my heart? 
It cracked, held still and shattered, by sudden?
No! Well rehearsed plots, undergoing attacks. 
And words came bursting out, 
And blood flooded my mouth 
And specked your charming face . 
And I fell...
Into your arms, you ask?
No! Onto the ground..
Onto the solid ground that kept me company. 
You left, my dear! 
Knowing not! Knowing not! 
How my craze is a realm of love 
And a touch of reality...
Tina RSH ©

Tina 4h

Yes! She was me in a way or two 
She suffered from inadequacy 
A pink rose who wasn't sky blue 
In terms of beauty speaking,
She didn't have enough palms to hold attention
Her eyes no ocean to push a lover through 
The girl I killed was petite and serene 
khaki trousers ,white  woolen pullover 
Timeless words,‎ her mouth full of God 
She was a gifted, gifted scene in daily deja vu 
I never saw her from what she was 
I never breathed her breath or saw her cry
Instead, I destroyed her habitat, I cut her mahogany hair 
I cut her tender voice through 
I killed the girl I knew 
In a sense, I've killed myself dozen times more ado
I lost the girl who whispered : I am you.

Tina RSH ©

i love

he's beautiful
he's sweet and sensitive
he cares, asking when somethings wrong,
he listens when I answer.

he's loving
he's talented and passionate
he sits, and patiently teaches,
he offers help when needed

but
he's not mine
he's with another girl

and i still love

he doesn't know
he wouldn't care

pile of unpleasant thoughts and words blasting through my ears
silent cries were the reason why my sky is still clear
been eating thorns through the years
from all the flowers this mouth spit
when it should be nothing but brier
i've been drowning in cold water
but i still give warm smile to others
been trying to silence the screaming pain
but being broken inside is something i couldn't really feign.

deafening silence.
this has been,
nadine
frankie 9h

stinging eyes
tear drop stains on freshly washed linen
a frantic spectacle has taken place
one in which “us” may never recover

i told you i loved you.
you never said the words back.
you simply said, thank you.
and left.

Are they good people?
Friendly folk?
Good neighbors perhaps,
Willing to lend a helping hand-
Loving family members?

When they are not preaching hatred, I mean,
Waving symbols of terror and oppression;
Scapegoating people who fled oppression
Torture, death or economic hardships
Such as we have never endured..
Or denying the rights of fellow citizens
(who's ancestors were stolen, enslaved, tortured, terrorized and
Stripped of as much dignity and humanity as was possible even years after the promises of freedom and equality.)

And when the parades and riots are over,
Are they good people, nice folk, once more?

I think I have to be political sometimes. It's Trumps fault.

Encased
In: is taste
Adventure and pain,
Mal...
Anthraxian paste.

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Entreat. What a treat
Treat take, speak in slur
Speak high pitched, and poised like verb.

-

Speak,
And be a being-
Taste the granules my good sir.

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Why in place
Of talk and words
Can leaves appear, and usurp their roles?
Incontent.

-

Unconnected, perfected in posture
Stand tall as statue in excellent valkra.

-

Moulding our children
Our wives and women
Our sons-
And silent heathens we hold within.

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Capped soul,
Capped soul.
Effect: brushed with steal wool.

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Biases become belief
Dreams- reality
And still reliant upon it.

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"It" is the driving force in our lives
We cant let go or compromise
Always controlling, for joy- for pain
Pulsating fever, in brain
Pulsating stacatto
A memory always wiped away-
(Or manufactured, for a brighter day.)

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Mercy on us
Another arrives
To cure your new self/served alibi.
(White coat wizard
Bless me I tell...)
Bless me I tell...

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All of my,
Feet are sick
From walking these plains
These cold hard pricks
The road is rough
In this city white...
This city so stark white...

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Inside, they all seem alive!
But its a waking dream
Glazed over eyes.
(Vertical dismemberment,)
No more trash pail
This whole land is a landfill.

(Theme: the pill)
FINV "Capped Soul." v5 (6/6/17-7/22/17) by E. D. Halo
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