"colapses" poems
Tight clenched fists clinging around the cage bars,
Hollering in agony for an end, she looks at her scars.
Her jaws wide open, yet her voice is soundless,
Numbness spreads through her body as cognisance of her weakness,
A pang of emptiness runs from her toes to her fingers,
She colapses, but the terrifying feeling of failure lingers.
Laying on the floor she wonders, she questions the reasons,
Of why the **** can't she silence her demons.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
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You -- and I -- held eachothers Hand,
standing under Bridges -- wishing they would Fall.
but
all that ever Happened was a tragic death of trending Fashion:
passion -- deScending -- the Setting -- coLapses.
lasting little Memories would never be an Ending that we'd
ever dream of Having -- "after all weve Been through"...
(you would call me Clyde -- i would call you Bonnie,
you would call me Jack -- i would call you Sally,
you would call me Trash -- i would call you Garbage,
you would call me Back -- i would call you Beautiful.)
...you and i are Enemies -- empty headed Hatters.
shattered glass of Everything -- everything that Matters.
madder than the dreaded Queen that seeks the head of Alice:
Malice -- Malice -- Malice -- Ecstacy.
- Jesse n Ashlee
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC