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4d · 33
Weekly passions
Paige 4d
In the eyes of a
Week
A moment
A connection
And
A conflict
I had had managed to fit
Every part of your love
That would ruin me
And
Before the eyes of our passions dwells
On the nightfall
Of our imperfections
I decided it would be easier
To watch you leave
7d · 31
Cancer stones
Paige 7d
As the brittle leaves of our bones
Fell
And words could hardly explain our
Existence
It feverishly fed on our death
But it was alive
So who was there to blame?
And for the first time I prayed
Which was funny
Since I didn't believe in God
And sadly he reminded me that
It should stay that way
This is about cancer , I dont mean to offend aynone
Dec 14 · 72
Christmas nightmare
Paige Dec 14
December was fun
...
When everyone was still alive
Dec 13 · 203
Suffering snow white
Paige Dec 13
It hadn't even hit me yet , the urge to feel , to love , to live , yet here I was hating it before it even begun .
Dec 13 · 59
Desperate soul
Paige Dec 13
Staggering soul
Dripping with a yearning
To feel love
To feel pain
So fixated on the thought of being "good"
Besides , I know a desperate soul when I see one
Dec 7 · 293
Cherry peach lemon
Paige Dec 7
Sometimes...
I'd dim the lights
Close my eyes
And huff of "cherry peach lemon"
Give myself a honey flavoured daze
And imagine my soulmate



No one came to mind
Dec 3 · 427
Fallen soldier
Paige Dec 3
I hated a wounded man
With a swollen pride
Nov 30 · 189
Mr Plankton
Paige Nov 30
I wanted to die
A noble man
With a wall full of achievements
And no one
Saying my life was unfulfilled
She wanted to live
A grandmother
With a wall full of promises
Now she will never fulfill
When my Nana passed she left me with a promise saying she would live
Nov 26 · 38
Ectopic
Paige Nov 26
Alcohol stains on my shirt
Another died before it's birth
I've become unwilling , unmoving
In my fight of being a women
Some say it happens
Some say your womb was stolen
I walk these streets with the blisters of my agony
Covering my feet
No one telling me which road is the road to healing
My body still perceives itself
As a womb bearing a fruit of new beginnings
What have I done
Is it my fault
Maybe I should stop drinking
Though my heart eases at the sounds of the feathers I plucked from my own fur
They are fighting, weeping and my daughter is singing
But with it all , my heart lays in my hands
As I wonder how the world would've molded you
If you had just kept living
Recently my mom experienced an ectopic pregnancy, I wish I could help her but I don't know how too
Nov 25 · 35
Un-poetic
Paige Nov 25
How do you know that you're still alive?
Well you wake up and you're still breathing
How unpoetic of you
Reply poetically
Paige Nov 23
Passion spilling from the brim of his eyes
Words cannot capture
They cannot describe
As his hands creep between hers
She thinks comfort
He thinks salvation
And she catches his gaze
Doubtful of his intentions
But he finally words
His gaze
I love you , he finally says
Nov 22 · 70
Simple pleasures
Paige Nov 22
It's the simple pleasures we enjoy,
Reading a book
Telling a story
Sharing a beer
Singing a song
Anything at all
To remind us we're human
Nov 21 · 211
Degradation
Paige Nov 21
Now starts the chant
Of
A
F I R E
B R E A T H I N G
M A N
Nov 18 · 64
Miss morale
Paige Nov 18
The only reason I didn't give you a chance
Was because my *** was the reason
I caught your glance
You said
At the rate I'm plucking my feathers
No one will ever desire me as much as you would
I battled you with my morale
As much as I could
Cause I knew
Boys like you
Dancing on the edge of their manhood
Never ever understood
Nov 17 · 305
Mortal
Paige Nov 17
Before she is your wife
She is my mother
Before she is my mother
She is a sister
Before she is a sister
She is a daughter
Before she is a daughter
She is a human
And how do I live with the fact that she is just as mortal as
The rest of us
Nov 16 · 62
Moving away
Paige Nov 16
This city drowns with our memories
How am I to live in it
Without you ?
Nov 16 · 45
Love songs
Paige Nov 16
My mind can't bare listening to love songs
Without you consuming it's every thought
But maybe that's because my whole existence
is hidden in every melody
My love for you in every verse
Sadly I listen
Knowing your existence isn't in a single chord
I know you don't love me
As much as I wish you would
Nov 16 · 154
Blue-ish
Paige Nov 16
As I scrapped the scabs on my skin
With and eraser
These colours stuck at the corners of my eyes
What an eye sore I thought
But people looked at me weird down the street
And they silently whispered
"Did he beat her too"
Nov 14 · 61
Time
Paige Nov 14
I've written essays about how little time life places at your feet
But
Isn't it funny how much time I've wasted
Simply writing about time ?
Nov 11 · 600
Too soon
Paige Nov 11
Before we riddle our tongues with love
Do you even like me at all ?
Many people want love before they even like someone
Nov 10 · 134
Temporary
Paige Nov 10
I have overstayed my comfort in your hands
By knowing that we ruined our love
With our temporary
This is like being so inlove with someone but they never really give it a solid lable
Kinda like a situationship
Nov 10 · 65
The dream of seventeen
Paige Nov 10
Seventeen is no dream to remember
But we hoped we'd have cleansed our airways by the time 18 dawned at our feet
We had prayed that our innocence had not been blurred within the lines of our trauma
We had hoped our dreams beamed within our doom
That our fear was justified in the struggle
And that our tolerance for each other was worth it
That we were not addicted to our dependance on society
Cause we were no longer kids
We had outworn our childhood
The paint on our faces had cracked
And
The desert of our freedom had swelled with reluctance
But we still wanted it
To be young
To latch onto the protection of ours mother's
But we had grown a few sizes too big
Sadly we were exactly where we were meant to be
We were seventeen
No tells you what a debilitating year 17 is
Nov 9 · 356
Walkers Affair
Paige Nov 9
We walked through every corner of our fantasy
Wrote essays of the pleasure hidden within our resolution
Adamant that the torture of our adultery, was torture to us only
We bath our skin in the bloods of our innocence
What had made us become so famished?
Why had we relished in the depths of our depravity ?
Why did we live in a love where you and I were nothing but a fantasy ?
Nov 7 · 87
Mother's tears
Paige Nov 7
It was a Tuesday
The morning stabbing at my eyes
Uniform hanging on my door
Getting ready for the day
I walked into my mother's room
My brother being dressed on the bed
His oblivion mind
And milky teeth whispered
To me
" She was crying"
and I told him to hush
As I realised how human she was after all
I wish my mom could talk when her heart is heavy
Nov 7 · 84
Convicted
Paige Nov 7
I'd rather be convicted and put to death
FOR MISANDRY
Than ever be accused
Of
LOVING A MAN
My prayers for all those women in America
Nov 5 · 307
I speak your language
Paige Nov 5
I received a letter today
And tear drops adorned the page
Why were you crying
If the words you wrote , were words declaring your hate
But no words you say
That could ever sway my understanding
For I know your words of hate
have another meaning
And my love I speak your tounge
For I know you simply meant
You love me more than anyone
Nov 4 · 48
Bodies bodies ...
Paige Nov 4
Bodies pile at the corner of my mind
So many have died
So why haven't I ?
Nov 3 · 182
Teenage love
Paige Nov 3
And before we could even realise it
Everything we had talked about
Felt
And seen of each other
Was dumbed down to a simple moment
A moment where your eyes were filled with pure lust
No gravity holding the innocence of
Teenage love
My skin bare before your eyes
Did you even love me at all ?
Teenagers a glorified *** to the point where it's considered love
How can a hopeless romantic like myself survive?
Nov 1 · 164
Two worlds ...
Paige Nov 1
And there we were two worlds colliding, one of complete loneliness the other heart felt freedom
Oct 28 · 207
Mrs fixer
Paige Oct 28
You had always asked me what I loved most about you
"I loved the tragedy in your eyes"
              ... " It made me think I could fix you "
Oct 28 · 100
Currency
Paige Oct 28
I valued my currency
Time was value
Love was value
Value was currency
Currently currency was money
Time is money
So pardon my greed
When my love dulls the edges of your credit card
I valued my currency
You ask me to love you for free
And now I let you go
BECAUSE I VALUE MY CURRENCY
Oct 28 · 108
Tragic devotion
Paige Oct 28
I wish I could write love poems about you
But I've realised the love I feel that deep for ,  is not true
So I save my devotion at the tip of my pen
I'll never write a love poem about you , not now , not ever again
Oct 26 · 94
Slowly unloving you
Paige Oct 26
Do you know , I have pressed against the veins of my heart , to teach myself the feeling of unloving you ?
Oct 26 · 297
Walking corpse
Paige Oct 26
I have died far too many times , than I have given myself to live
Oct 26 · 50
Burdens of growing up
Paige Oct 26
Beaten and all bruised out
Clinging to the last breaths of our grief
The fogs of our cigarettes twisting between our teeth
Past lives shared within our eyes
We danced yet hoped we died
Forever living in the glory of our what if's
Bound by the  sacrifice we shared
We were sworn enemies,strangers now friends
We walked through the dregs we each paid 2 pence for
Searching through the corners of our jeans
For the years we felt complete
We sniffed at the dust of our memories
Pimples eating at our face as we dreamed of the glory of our lives
First we were 20 , 21 now 25
The years have surely gone by
But glued at the soles of our shoes
Was a promise , a lie ,a fantasy
Only we were wild enough to believe
But heavens by the times , did we choose to see
What time would do to you , to us , to me
Foolish disposables walking through the end of the world
The end of yours , of ours even mine
But as we swore at the dawn and washed away the breeze of the night
The day , the light ,the life even the time
When we had sat with our reality
Our truth
Our fault
Our nature
Heaving the sighs of Finally growing up
Paige Oct 11
There was something hidden within my loneliness
A never ending feeling of settling within the edge of my glory days
I hadn't had a drink in ages
Why was I so complacent
I have broken from my prime
Why am I so concerned
I haven't had a smoke in a while
Why do I smoke
Why
Why am I alive
Why
Why
Why
Such questions without a question mark
I've burdened myself from my younger days
I'm incoherent, indecisive
Why do I care
No body cares
If I ****** at my dignity with parentheses
An overload of unbearable redundancy
My patience has strung its way through my teeth
Why am I failing year 11
Why do my peers smell like sweat
Do I smell like sweat
All these questions without question marks
Have I become a period
The end of every sentence
The after thought hidden within the tortures of teenage hood
I haven't cried in a while
Why
Why
Why .... She whispered in the hollow room she shared with her therapist
Oct 8 · 508
It's over now
Paige Oct 8
Loving you was the last thing
I felt really good at
Oct 5 · 74
How we always did
Paige Oct 5
And there we were dancing with the stars ,how we always did
Knowing in the depth of our hearts
That we will drift apart ,how we always did
But how tragically lovely it is to know , you still love me
How you always did
Paige Sep 30
Skating on a bruised ego , darkened lungs , failed social life, academic failure and lack of relationship status... Overall growing up fucken *****
Sep 29 · 452
Words I longed to hear
Paige Sep 29
"I bet your mother would be proud of you "
I am raised in a home where emotions are only noticed when you are in tears or a fit of rage
Sep 28 · 71
At the touch of love
Paige Sep 28
At the touch of love most become poets , twisting the spines of fairytales and reciting the tortures of our past loves . Burning the words of caution and leading blindly into the oblivion of its touch. Feeding on its illusive state of mind , abandoning our being . At the touch of love most become painters , reminiscing each curve of their lovers breath in each stroke they lay on the canvas, painting a love only they could understand. At the touch of love most become singers , finding hidden notes in the crevices of their teeth , burning memories in each melody . At the touch of love most become martyr's , kneeling at the ponds of their lovers tears , swearing oath to the beat of their heart . At the touch of love most become sunsets , so far yet so close , burning at the scars they shared . Yearning for an eternity where dusk doesn't burn at their feet . At the touch of love most become lovers , dancing at the tune of their forever , watching as the rest sulk at a rhythm they do not know . At the touch of love at I  become stagnant , unwilling to move from this  feeling of euphoria , swelling at the thought of it ending. At the touch of love I become a question, riddling my young with doubt , and questions of my deserving. Till I had eventually let love lays it's touch on everyone but me
Sep 28 · 87
Shades of life
Paige Sep 28
I wish I could see life through a shaded lense, maybe orange, maybe blue , anything but clear
This poem is me realising that I have a realistic view on life.So much so , I'm unable to enjoy life and it's oblvious nature of growing up
Sep 27 · 95
Alone
Paige Sep 27
When everything hurt
And the world faded before my eyes
Huffing for air and patching at my lungs
I looked and searched for the redundancies in my existence
Only to kiss at the realisation, that maybe the world does not deserve me
Sep 27 · 81
Now I bid my farewell
Paige Sep 27
Take this kiss on the nape of your neck
As
I rid your heart of the pain I may cause it to bare
Bathe every piece of me with inevitable envy
For I long to spend my endless sorrows with just a touch of your skin
Smoothen these calloused hands with the finest lotion
So
They can finally reach for your warm embrace
Twist my bones and crush them into the finest dust of narcotics
So
You can get high off my fault line
Then toss what's left of me into the sweetest blazen of beauty's  Beast .
Preserve all the wonder in my eyes
For
They know no boundaries when cast on your shadowy figure
For I have longed for just the rhythm of your voice
To hypnotize the blind man I've become
Even so
I must leave my love , for I serve no light to your dimmed frame of beauty
I am a stained being
Who
Stains as she leaves
So
Do not water your sheets for a heathen like me
I
Do not deserve the waters of your love
So
Carry your heart with ease
As my hands are stained with a past I cannot bare to speak
For
When I've loved ...
I've only silently lost
I wrote this poem when I was 13 , I somehow had given myself the impression that I could write in old English 😅
Paige Sep 25
You made pain sound so hauntingly beautiful
That all your flaws became freshly jeweled dimes
But everything was temporary when it came to you
The Pain
The Pleasure
Title given by Noona
Sep 25 · 78
Gone are those days
Paige Sep 25
Time has split its way through my teeth
Wonder of a past so prominent to me
Scarred by the memory of your sunken face
Gone are those days
Sep 25 · 68
Human
Paige Sep 25
Humanity,An opioid of complete destruction
A feeling of complete bliss
Eating at ones flesh
Swollen with bruises
Kissed on with pure desire
Derailing from its inevitable consequence
Feeding off its relentlessness
Wishing, craving and sweetening in the gums of our passions
Stiffened by our willingness
Consent clogging at our throats
We were starved , uneasy and famished by the pureness of our sacrifice
Ripping at our lungs for air
We were clogged by the  fumes of our betrayal.
Elasticated by our flexibility from the truth
We were judgements , hurting at thought of our comfort
Burning for a feeling of pure want
Escapees from the  prison of society
Harmful to the vendors of our mind
Hurting from the remnants of our predecessors
We were generations of desire
Languishing for a reality of pure lust
Clashing our teeth at the books of our times
We were authors printing our devotion
We were poetry
Drugged out by our literacy
Hardened in our eyes
Knowing, yet still lost in the pools of   our thirst
Illicit and impotent to our progression
This poem feels all over the place , but that's how being human feels to me
Sep 24 · 963
Silent art
Paige Sep 24
Silence was a canvas
And no one could paint it like you could
Sep 20 · 54
April 21(Grief part 3)
Paige Sep 20
She was all we had left of him... “was" a sullen reminder of her passing. Soon we would see the self proclamation of those who said they loved her . But only when she was bruised and beaten down . Her son's a brutal reminder of a motherhood she'd rather forget . Soon she'll be forgotten like the rest . They'll wear black and praise her name , reiterate her dance moves and leaving a space just in case , maybe she knew when those promises would subside , when the demons hushed as those around silently watched as she died . Each sentence riddled with past tense , you lost a sister,we lost a mother and a best friend . At some point , I had hated who she was , swore she was everything but human , but as time aged my mind I saw it all, the brokenness of her , but still she stood tall . She giggled through the torture,even tripped on her own words , made humour of her troubles, clashed her teeth to the next, her defiance a sight to relish in , as frail as she became no one could stop her dancing, glistening with pure wonder, she was everything. Worded within the beauty of torture , chaotic and derived from pain , she grew wings , even with blistered feet she flew again , cackling at the wolves baring her teeth at our sympathy, I knew she clawed her lungs for her last breath , broken and barren we still rejoiced in her absence, licking the dregs of our tears , feasting off our grief , we danced through the night .. barely mentioned the reasons for our gatherings , we swore at the stars , praised a God we'd barely believed in , kissed our teeth to class of wine , clogged our lungs with memories, today we danced with acceptance, tomorrow our feet will hurt with reality. Time will  scan our misfortune, conformity dwelling at our feet , we'll sing of your memory, Even though though we know that you're gone
The day of her funeral
Paige Sep 20
Chaos was evident within her mind . Her words drunk off a poison she had never tasted before . Her own existence was stagnant. The dancefloor riddled with uncertainty, she had lost her groove,only those around barely even noticed . Her spine had switch directions leaving lying flat on the dancefloor, she fumed with anger as she hated the pity within our eye. Though she listened to our music with understanding, since she knew all we did was care , even if that meant till the music ends , soon enough she swayed her hips to the new rhythm she had been dealt, staring into the oblivion of her end . Still anger burnt within her eyes when she stared into mine , forgetting the promise that she made , our faces glistening in gold as we swayed to the new song we shared , acceptance settling within our hearts
But still with our hearts broken , knees cracking ,calves swollen with exhaustion, tears rolling down our faces ,she whispered with such glee, let's have our last dance again
The week before she passed
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