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 Jun 2018 Alexa
Lahkeesha Ghastin
She sits rather still, stitching her loom
shackled and bound to the whispering room
While the walls shutter speeches
she slouches then reaches,
her stitching resumed.

Threads of silk pool in spools
cast to the floor
Hushing the voices
as they pour

the voices repeat their crippling phrase
dancing the space
bound to their maze
Not sure. I've been editing it for awhile and I give up.
 Jun 2018 Alexa
Sara
Powercut
 Jun 2018 Alexa
Sara
I'm told I'm bad at lying,
all too often I say too much.
When I get sick of trying
I find I flick from on to off.

The warmest smile can quickly turn
into an icy state;
in eyes which swore they knew you
-you will find there's no one there.

I'd love just like a waterfall
with no fear of running out;
'til from my eyes water would fall
like raindrops in a drought.

Now, the most inclusive laughter
slows right down to a flickering glance.
Fuses cut short
after weathering storms
and we dont know
how long
they will last.
writer's rough patch
 Jun 2018 Alexa
Stagger Lee
Broken
 Jun 2018 Alexa
Stagger Lee
Today I am broken, today I have died, I've shattered under the crippling weight of consciousness, crushed under the pressure of insatiable living, love is the creator and the destroyer, I died trying to live, I lost trying to win, destruction of reality, a fever dream of dispair, ungodly depression, dared to fail, tormenting my soul, grief laughs as I suffer, the stare of perpetuating madness, the touch of seething insanity, Icey cold breathe of death on my neck, I am changed, I am lost, when will my resurrection come for I am gone, dreams buried in shallow graves, love gave me life, love took it away, love baptized me under the beacon of hope, nourished by the hands of gods, love gave me reason, love gave me the rope, the hangmans noose, I starve and rot in a sea of wasted existence, a cesspool of deception, demons tearing my flesh, my bleeding heart, my crying eyes, lost in pain, the dead shall never rise
 Jun 2018 Alexa
Poopypoetry
Disconnected
Not belonging in any world
Alienated from what once was my life
A scam of who I used to be
Nothing lasts forever, right?

What if I will stay a ghost
An undiscovered kind of poisonous flower
With leaves made of brick
Touching me will make you sick

My words a cloud of teargas
My voice a stinging bee
My thoughts a sword to the heart
Venomous from the start

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