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I will always be the slippery *****
               they warn you not to go down
         I am the clutter in your closet
                           they ask you to clean out
                Forever the reason you look
                              both ways before crossing

They say I am not right for you
         But I want to be your happiness
              The world sees me rotten
                         I wish for you to help me
                  Paint the world with color
                        So we may prove them wrong
Shared on Hello Poetry on March 7, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
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Yada yada yada
You know you're ******* when almost everything she says is cute.
Yup, and you don't know how to weaken her powers and each day it gets worse and then one day, you'll just be like, I want this girl... (well, me, because I can't resist cute girls :3)

-just being honest
If you dig in the cave
Filled with your mistakes
You will find wisdom
Shimmering like gold
Shared on Hello Poetry on March 8th, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved

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 Feb 2016 Teressa Sambo99
Auss
Never in my life has the silence of this place
Been so deeply filled with His grace
I start to smile and begin to cry
Finally learning happy is no lie

I feel the wind blow
I smell the earth
Finally I have come to know
All that is my own worth

He gave his son for you and me
So that we can live sin free
I fix myself and begin to walk
While to him I continue to talk

Along the empty path
To help free others from the wrath
Sometimes,
I think that at the end of it all -
            I'll find
                          you.
Waiting not idly,
Smiling, knowing,
             With your open hand
                             stretched out
                                          to grasp mine.
The trumpet is blowing
the dead are rising
the living are transfigured
you don't even know where
you're going

The trumpet is blowing
people are rejoicing
you're still roaming
on the streets not
knowing

The king is here
fear endures
who's staying
and who's leaving?
Stars are fallin'
the moon turns red
the weather gets bad
satan's getting mad
doom is all that'll be left
guess what'll be next?

A new chapter will
be opened
The trumpet is blowing
where are you going?
Tired of being hurt
tired of crying herself
to sleep
she wants to be heard
cause death isn't
sweet

She's tired of being
the same
tired of all the noise
tired of being
put to shame
tired of all the
boys who always
try to have their
way in

She's tired of being blamed
tired of being abused
tired of being the aim
she's tired of being used

she decided to
take a leap and
fall asleep forever
because she got
tired of the game
that always caused
her pain
she got tired because
she never gained the
love she needed and
pleaded for.
I'm twisted,
I'm backwards ,
I'm all wound up,

Turmoil plucks my heart strings creating a symphony of confusion,
Their shriek is shrill and penetrates all levels of my consciousness

It burns,
a blazing fire reborn from the ashes of a left over pain that had been long forgotten,
Receptors singed but still quite intact
Am I a puzzle or a teacup, shattered on the floor

Does grinding down graphite dull down the pain?

— The End —