#bigheart
I want to punch you 'till you bleed
twist you bones 'till they snap
vacuum the remainders of your heart
then squeeze your veins 'till you no longer
But when the starting gun is fired
I am stopped by gravity
pulling me back
humanising this creature dressed as you
solidifying the sea of hatred a mile tall
The more I fight
the more I cry
each drop that splashes on the ground
is a piece of my heart
sweating
sweating
for all the creatures in this world.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
I say you didn’t change someone’s character
So ***** them
You say you can’t change them either but you’re wonderful
**** you
You won’t let me forget who I am
Ohh you and your beautiful heart
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Her heart is made of the horizon.
You walk through the shoreline
And think you can measure it.
How big it must be to hold
Thousands of sunrise and sunsets
And ships and mermaids
And battles and heaven.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
She was just sitting there cigarette between her fingers
The smoke curling up above her head, it lingered
She was just contemplating the universe, and her place in it
She felt like a round peg trying to be pushed into a square hole, she just didn't fit
She was far more beautiful than she knew and her spirit was a wonderful kind of wild
Her loving generosity was always reflected in her gorgeous smile
It was heart breaking that it was not flashed more often
But what else would you expect when all of her dreams had died and had all but been forgotten
Her Grandma had taught her as a small child of a loving, caring God
She inhaled deeply from her cigarette and thought if He was so loving why had He only punished her with the rod
She exhaled and let the smoke rise above her, maybe her Grandma had been wrong
Her faith was waning because of all she had lived through all she had seen, her faith was almost gone
She snuffed out her cigarette, stood up and took a long look around
She was completely alone, her broken heart beat was the only sound
Her eye's was filled with the tears of a lifetime of pain, anger and sorrow
She was terrified of the uncertain future and what was to follow
If only she had relized how many other's lifes she had touched and changed
She had so many times sacrificed of herself, let her life be rearranged
She had that rare type of heart that could always see past the surface, to see their lost beautiful soul
What an agonizing tragedy she was blinded to her own amazing, loving, unselfish beautiful soul; she just didn't know
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
To look at your reflection in the mirror,
Is not an accurate account of the beauty you hold,
To take the words of Hate people speak,
Is not an accurate account on how beautiful and kind you are.
To take the number on a scale and feel too large or too small,
Is not an accurate account on how to judge your beauty and hearts size,
To look at your arms and see nothing but your imperfections,
Is not an accurate account to show your strength in your beauty.
To look at yourself in the reelection of the widow,
And be happy with what you see,
And to relies nothing but your heart that matters,
Then you have an accurate account to show your,
Beauty,
Strength,
Intelligence,
Perfectness,
Big Heart,
Kindness,
Are all the things that make you beautiful,
And though we all may not be happy about somethings in our lives,
They only add to our beauty,
That shows farther then inside
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC