#wordsfromthecoldmind
Her heart can hold a lifetime of love that runs skin deep.
It aches with strong cravings for affection.
There's a feeling she gets,
every time she feels like someone is trying to deceive her.
It consumes her entire body.
Betryal is the feeling she thinks this is.
Blood boils, adrenaline rushes,
and heart beats faster than the speed of light.
She can
****** someone in a split second with this excruciating feeling.
She can rid her life of sorrows but
also bring nothing but woe into it with this tenacious vehemence.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Her soul,
captivated by darkness.
It lies at the end of a dark road,
leading to nothing.
Her mind is trapped in a steel cage with no lock.
She's helpless.
Her screams are echoes
flowing with the wind.
She is unheard.
Her body is paralyzed
with the feeling of heavy chains around her limbs.
She is trapped,
consumed by a lingering darkness.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
Everyone has a perfect place.
A perfect place
where their thoughts roam freely.
A place where their body unwinds like a Spring breeze.
A perfect place,
where they omit to everything that needs their focus.
A place where
they are completely happy for that one moment.
Her place is in the clouds,
mind exploring the universe.
She is one with herself here,
and no one can ruin her happiness.
This is where she found her way with words.
This is where she writes.
In her perfect place,
high in the clouds and deep in the universe of her thoughts.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
My words fill her mind, giving her divergent thoughts.
She now often dreams about
doing what she loves for the rest of her life,
as appose to the latest trends or gossip.
I've unlocked doors in her mind she has never tried to open.
Her perception of society changes.
She yearns for happiness instead of approval.
She is her own being.
On a journey to accomplishing her goal of being successful.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
Lust.
It has consumed her body,
She feels it in her second heartbeat.
This arousing sensation sends volts of electricity up her spine.
She can feel that Her secret was flowing with hot sensations.
When they lock eyes,
this tells them that this is what they want.
They are careless of opinion or consequences.
She has longed to drown in Her secret for as long as She knows.
They enjoy the acquaintance of each others oceans.
Secrets sealed with each others lips.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
Her presence fills up a dark room, as a bright as the stars.
Her eyes are filled with mystery & deviance.
A smile stronger than the sun,
brightening anyone's day.
Looks can be deceiving.
As superb as she looks,
she is empty, a black hole lying in between her chest.
It ***** away her endless emotions of being able to give or receive love.
What can fill this void?
Unknown.
She is unaware how because her mind is consumed.
The black hole has reached her thoughts,
causing nothing but pain & sorrow.
She is broken.
No one knows.
Unaware because a woman should feel as good as she looks right?
...Wrong...
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
Dark thoughts consume her once again.
she feels nothing but loneliness.
Words never joyfully danced past her lips as they used too.
Her innocence, swiped from her grasp long ago.
Her childhood, ruined by traumatic events.
Her family, treats her worthless, as she is the invisible middle child.
Without a genuine soul n sight,
dark thoughts consumed her once again.
Imagery emerged in her mind from the back of her head,
where she thought the godforsaken events were staying for good.
The original slowly faded,
yearning for her help to overcome this darkness.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
She sits in her bedroom with nothing but her thoughts.
Her mind is made up about her time here on Earth.
Nothing can fill the empty void where what used to be her heart.
As time pasts,she began to believe that
the heart isn't even where the emotions are stored.
Maybe just us as humans,
we've convinced ourselves that everything revolves around them.
We have.
When the cold metal touches her neck
she doesn't think twice.
No more living in sorrow upon this Earth.
Everything that lives, dies.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
Alone.
She's alone as her mind races on a never ending track.
Voices of all shapes & sizes fill her head, as the tinny tiny original at the back of her mind screams for peace & tranquility.
She is alone.
Alone in her room as the blood drips from her wrist.
"You can talk to me about anything" they say.
But what can a "talk" solve for a human in this state of mind?
Depressed.
Things in the dark don't always come to light, in fact some things are better left in the dark.
The imagery in her head cannot be spoken in words, it is something that has to be seen to even slightly understand.
Even then,we start to believe our eyes are deceiving us.
Quiet.
Certain things are better left unsaid, words can lead to chaos.
Quiet.
Is what she remains when they question her.
Answering questions from those "above her" can only lead her to more sorrow.
So
She
Is
Alone.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC