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  Oct 2014 Xan Abyss
Argentina Rose
This house made of brick and stone,
glass and wood,
now crumbles to the earth beneath me.
But this house was empty
long before it was gone.

The people inside,
the people
the people
the monsters,

They ripped open their lungs
and filled themselves with smoke.
They  ripped open their veins
and filled themselves with poison.
They grew sickly and cold
with black, sunken eyes.
They starved themselves to the bone
until that was all they were.
Feet shuffled against dark-stained hardwood floors,
yet they never touched the ground.

Ghosts.
Ghosts who couldn't sleep,
for the darkness was no longer home.
Ghosts who couldn't breathe,
for all they inhaled was smoke.
Ghosts who screamed.
Ghosts who cried.
Ghosts who never made a sound.

Holding on until fingers grew limp.
This house was empty
long before it was gone.
  Oct 2014 Xan Abyss
Anonymous
I think I'm a ghost sometimes
As if I'm as light as paper
And I just go where the wind blows me;
Sometimes I wish I would disappear
I think that's why I've become so faded
Because if you keep wishing for something hard enough
It can become your reality if you let it
So I let the wish fester beneath my heart
As if It was a bad scab I didn't want to go away
I just kept picking at it and picking it
I nursed it between my rib cage
And my eyes drained of everything familiar to me
I deleted the girl I used to know
Along with all her pages
That were covered in her soul dipped ink
It was red because her veins bled black
And they crept through her body like black shadowed trees
She wished so hard that she would just disappear
Along with everybody she used to know
But sometimes when you poke the beast
All you end up doing is making it angry
Instead of killing it.
Maybe for Halloween this year I'll be a ghost
And I'll stop wanting to disappear
If I see how it feels for a night
  Oct 2014 Xan Abyss
avery
you were so beautiful
the first time he told you that you
were too big for any man to handle
you were so beautiful

when he told you your stretch
marks were ugly so you cut them open
they were only evidence of you growing, becoming
now there's only the proof that you are lost, not knowing
you are something so beautiful

even though I know the heart
shaped bruises covering this
body do not feel like love bites
even though this body does not feel like yours anymore

even though he left you shaking
on the bathroom floor just trying
to find the strength to lift you
head to the toilet to ***** some more
you are so beautiful

even though this body
your body
has been empty for so long
you are so beautiful
  Oct 2014 Xan Abyss
LJ Chaplin
A few miles feels like we are oceans apart,
Battling against a tide of cars and trains
To reach your arms,
Even when we are beneath the same quilt,
It feels as if the rolling waves of creased bed sheets
Separates us from being connected,
I wait patiently, On the cliffs edge of a station platform,
For the sails to catch the fume stained wind of another train engine,
To be hurtled through fields that burn beneath the sun,
Past speeding cars and clouds that drift peacefully
Across the vast skies that echo adventure and longing,
Only to reach the final destination of your safety.
Xan Abyss Oct 2014
There's no telling
How many miles I've scraped my feet upon
In my travels
On an endless quest to find where I belong
Through the desert,
Across the sea, over mountains cloaked in fog
I will wander
Singing the Old Wayfarer's Song

But the memories still haunt me
Of the Angels I maligned
And still I'm cursed with longing
for the Love I Left Behind
The Princess ~ Estranged
Who loved to feel my pain
Until one day, it became
Too much for her to take
The Goddess - Divine
of Evenfall Design
Who began to lose her mind
And so she had to say goodbye
The Heroine - Fair
Red in Her Golden Hair
Who was one moment there,
and then She Disappeared
The ******, so pure
Her Immaculate Allure
Tarnished by my lust for her
and Stained Forevermore

There's no telling
How many miles I've scraped my feet upon
In my travels
On an endless quest to find where I belong
Through the desert,
Across the sea & over mountains cloaked in fog
I will wander
Singing the Old Wayfarer's Song

Queen of My Lost Kingdom,
Each day your voice is calling
And though I know the journey's treacherous and long
I'll keep on walking
In the Night Time
You guide me
Through the nightmares
Inside Me
In the Daylight
You Save Me
From Dreams of
Depravity
While I'm Sleeping
You Keep Me
from being Eaten
by my Demons
your Patience
is Amazing
And I can't wait to
Repay You

There's no telling
How many miles I've scraped my feet upon
In my travels
On an endless quest to find where I belong
Through the desert,
Across the sea & over mountains cloaked in fog
I will wander
Singing the Old Wayfarer's Song

There's no telling
How many miles I've scraped my feet upon
But I'd travel
A billion miles more to fall down in your arms
And I promise,
My darling, though the journey will be long,
One day,
I will sing to you
the Old Wayfarer's Song
Life is a journey.
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