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 Jul 2014 Cathyy
Babu kandula
Demons roaming in my mind
I had only one Angel
To defend myself
Every demon has a weapon
But my Angel holding light
Light which can **** darkness
Light which can give me knowledge
Light which is powerful and
Can defend me from demons
Control is only with me
Demons offering their weapons
Like Wrath, Avarice, Sloth, Pride, Lust, Envy, and Gluttony
Decision is in my hands
I would like to choose you my Angel
Show your power and
Defend me from all those
Demons.
Inspired from Sevens Sins
 Jul 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
Tear this little piece on the dotted line or carelessly,
a shard of you.
Any part.

It will still be a piece of stardust; a wisp of the infinite universe anyway.

Nothing quite the same, never quite this close in our ten fingertips.

Give it to him,
to her,
half-senselessly
&
half with all your heart.

Of course, with a pinch of apprehension, a tickle of doubt,
a sip of shyness.          

We will invariably be torn, broken, tugged at.
As, we are always guilty of doing more.

Never less.

There.
You're imperfectly human.
Hey gorgeous soul!
Ooh, did I make you blush?
Oops.
AHHAHHAHAHA.
If I only I could be this brazenly cheeky in reality. :")
Hm.
I hope you, you and you had a brilliant day!
Time to watch the Wimbledon now!
Hug&Kiss;,
Amanda
 Jul 2014 Cathyy
Remus
Alone
 Jul 2014 Cathyy
Remus
You asked me if I loved you.
I didn't know how to reply
seeing that I don't know
what love is just yet.

You told me that you loved me
so I should love you back
and I don't think that's how it
works.

You told me that you
accepted me,
that no one else would
that I would be alone
without you.

Just because you accepted someone
does not mean you love them
because if it did then I would
love so many people.
And I know others accept me,
that I won't be alone if you
leave.

But let me ask you something.
How was I,
a sad little girl,
supposed to love you
when she couldn't
even love
herself?
 Jul 2014 Cathyy
ilina286
When i am with you
Even depression feels beautiful
A <3
 Jul 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
Typo
 Jul 2014 Cathyy
Amanda
I keep spelling your name wrong.

Scribbles, cross-outs, dizzying cross-cross of ink adorn these pages.

The 'i,
the m's
i,
double ss

y, o & u.

My mind and soul clearly does not want to forget the
linger of your lips and fingertips
on their
broken & bruised
pieces.
Hihihi darling readers!
Hope you like this nonsensical writing!
xo
 Jul 2014 Cathyy
Harrison
I remember how amazing it was to get high with you that night
in her car, everyone looked alike back then Black leggings with tight Black shirts
Black hair and Black shoes
everyone wanted to be mysterious and wanted by the sun
I wanted you furiously but I was running out of time
running out of excuses to give myself
tired of running in general
so I stood still while I sat in her car next to you
back in the passenger seat
nervous as a stone on the edge of everything
all I could think about was how many kisses
would it take to fill up the space where our
lips touch like two galaxies
your hair a magnificent avalanche of night
my eyes digging through the whispers tattooed
on your hair strands dyed in yellow shading me
from your eyes
I sat there
and imagined an infinite number of scenarios
where we ended up having ***;
passing out and waking up the next
morning decorated in tiny red bruises
but no
you were something I felt for a moment
high sitting in the back seat of her car
while you debated about Lana Del Rey
 Jul 2014 Cathyy
Harrison
I really miss those nights
listening to songs we would
have hated 3 years ago;
talking about
5 years from now
when we were at the beach
sitting on the benches at the pier
when the sun had already
died
we didn't know how
easy we had it
of course, we didn't experience
everything
we didn't fall in love
like everyone else
I didn't think we we're
ready
I don't think we're ready
now-
but we want it now,
more than ever
it's because we finally figured out
what they never told us
or tried to tell us:
that out there is everything you've
ever wanted and everything you don't;
every where you want to be and
every place you're trying to run away from;
everything that you hate
and everything that you love
all together, thrown at you
at the speed of a waterfall
and you taste it splashing in your mouth-
it needs a little more of what we didn't have
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