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beautyshesmear May 2015
When Opportunity knocks....
you do not just answer.
You run.
Thank you God
beautyshesmear May 2015
I am trying
my best
Not,
to hate you.

Because it is wrong.

It is against my nature.
Hate.

is for absent beings
that have nothing better to do.

But,
you have pushed me
past
a better judgement.

Because,
You
you....
were the one that
use
to understand.

Now,
all you do is shame.

You have shamed
the art,
my craft.

For being useless,
and I have ignored
the blubbering blows
of your unwanted.

You have shamed
my character as
arrogance.

You have painted
that A
I must bleed from
YOU
named me with
the absence of humility
and I
cannot
accept it.
sir.  

You say
what you spit
is truth.

Yet,
what bubbles in your spat
makes my skin scream
and my soul curl.

Though that is all I seek!

You
say that it has hit
my face ******
from the weight of it's obviousness.

Im trying to believe you.
But.
I
dont
know
how
anymore.

I pray The Hand
pulls his strings.

So, I can hang on to something.
Like I did
with your wide eyed words.
once.

Im blind sir?

Perhaps,
advice is the best mirror.

Have you looked into one?
beautyshesmear May 2015
Finally,

Of course, You do not know,
the effect your words have on me.

I read them everyday,
and remnants of my past
self,
set,
memory,
hot,
to the touch.

Ablaze actually,
cause that her....
with her smeared blood lips,
that only match
the hollow heeled
blank black lies,
that fill her eyes.

Wants to say,
she knows how you feel.

She likes to come out of
my throat sometimes.

And,
I'm sorry if this,
twitch of a person

personally,
passions the same lust
of scent
and skin, scares you.

But,
She just had to say something.
Jonny Angel. This is for you.
beautyshesmear May 2015
Why is it that
when you are confused,
It is the blind
thought
of someone else making it
and not
you.
The chilling sharpness of
being the only
one

to be
undone.

I would give a lung,
to the amount of
breath I have
heaved
at the people that
cannot
see.

I can
only
breathe half-
hearted-
-ly.

Through a days
worth of
words
that are dryer
than
the minds of man.

Just
because of the
value
I hold
in my hands.

Creativity
is dead
money
is alive.

Do not be
deceived
by the
lies.

Eyes
see
what you want it to.

Mind
sees
breathes
hears
truth.

Truth
scares
sin.

And that is why.
Truth.

scares
man.
Im just saying
beautyshesmear May 2015
Contrary to believe.

The people do, which you tend to stick
your thoughts, and fears too.

Knowing good and well,
they fuel them
and stake them.

Be cautious of the precious things you share,
not all are meant to be held by foreign mouths and souls.

The wave of your love is not meant
to break on every shore.

And the countenance of your thoughts,
cannot be vivid to every beautiful face of the galaxy...

Life does not ****.

And maybe it is not exactly, that fact
that people do either.

Perhaps, its just the mere sight in your head
of the life you have lead.

Change is a Beautiful Beast.
Food for Thought
beautyshesmear May 2015
Drunken rage...
is not the way to go.

right.

I can't help but feel,
that somehow.

In this twisted heap of simplicity...

its my fault.

The way I long for you,
is inexplicably
disgusting.

and you're mine.

I cannot fathom what it feels,
to not actually have you.

Cause,
its buried burnt deep,
in the core of my mind...


somewhere in the past...

somewhere in the blackest, hungriest
Chasm where all their blue eyes
open door smiles, soul ripping melodies
invisible insecurities, and inviting, devilishly
beautiful
faces live and breathe. Somewhere.

says I don't deserve love.

or perhaps Im just whining...
because I'm selfish.

just like everyone else on this joy--
ash ridden planet.

But, is it?
is it selfish to ask you...

to share breath with me,
for all the days of my life.

Because, when I look at you,
before you can even greet the day.

I see the children I never even
Wanted
to have.

Call me selfish. Then.
relationships are hard. But worth it.
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