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Xenna May 2016
He sits on the side
With a bottle in his hands.
His dream was to teach,
But now each bottle was his deed.

He used to have kids.
But they were just a bother.
His child now was the bottle
that rested on against his cheek.

He wanted to marry,
But she couldn’t dare.
After all her heart was someplace else.
So the bottle has became his love.

He wished and he desired
To be kissed and to be held
By the warm touch of her finger tips.
Yet now he has drowned in the bottle that he has so chosen.
Where he lies now, at the bottom of this bottle.
Where he has lost a battle and finally lost the war.
Still in its writing and editing phase.
Xenna Jan 2016
The darkness awakens
Within her heart,
Once the tears leave
Her puffy red eyes
And her blood
Escapes the ribbon like wrists.

She has become tired
And longing her demise
But she doesn't see the
People who are by
That try to understand
And who stands by her side.

Still she slices
Tempting to die.
Knowing her life is slowly deteriorating
They scream to help,
To let her live a peaceful life,
Before the pins teared away her
Morality and humanity
Leaving a broken capsule.
Sadly, she is deafened by her screams,
As she carves each line
Counting each day being
Engulfed with pain,
And the scars she tries to erase
That they knifed
Onto her heart and mind.

While her wrists sting
And she starts to feel relieved.
The tingling of the grasps
By multiple hands
Covering her wounds.
As they scream and shout
"We're here, don't push us out."

A tear sheds down her cheek
As a smile begins to form
And a "Thank you"
is whispered.
Xenna Jan 2016
The shadow lusters
As the darkness glistens
By the rays of hope slowly fading.

And I lay here dead.
My head above clouds,
As the stars grow apart the skys
And descend to our world.
Xenna Oct 2015
I am living,
But I am dead.
My heart has
Been carved out
By the idea of
"Death do us part".

He has gone so far away
Where my arms cannot reach.
Where my voice lingers in the shadows.
Where my love withers in darkness.
Where my warmth ceases to exist.

I've made a river flow
Full of thousands of tears,
But these tears are not
Shown on a mask.
They are shed within
As my body
As my mind
And as my heart
Is torn to shreds
By each tear that
Is created.

My thoughts
Are filled of nothing
But them.
Circling the phrase
"It could've change'
Or
"It's my fault".

But one thing
Is certain
That these words
My heart says
But is unspoken
"I love you"
Is closed with
Honesty.
Xenna Sep 2015
I can hear her,
The clicking of her heels,
They’re coming closer.
The smoke of the tar
That flowed through her mouth.
My heart begins to race
As it’s about to explode.

“So it goes”

I don't allow myself, never,
To see her face.
Embarrassment overwhelms
My mind
As hope fills hers.
I don’t accept the life she gave,
I’d rather be dead in my grave.

“So it goes”

The pain she suffered
To bring me here.
As I sit here
The covers over my head.
As the doors opens and she walks through
Like a great typhoon,
I begin to die of the pain.

“So it goes”

Embarrassment  fills my mind,
She hopes I say “hello”
But no!
I am ungrateful
Of the life she handed me
Especially when I, myself
Wish I haven’t survived.

“So it goes”…
As my eyes close
This poem was inspired by the novel "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut.
Xenna Jun 2015
He stands there
Unspoken
With his heart
In his hands
And a knife
On the floor.
For he cut out his heart
To show his love
Just for her,
Because she wanted
Materials to express it.
For his words wasnt
Enough to satisfy.

She stands there
Disgusted
Of such a ****** act.
As she exclaims
She didn't want his heart,
But jewels,
Possessions
To brag.

So his heart slipped
Through his hands,
Along with his life
Surrounded by blood
And by her lies.
Escaping from the emptiness
That was craved out.
As it was to
Create and live
The emotion
Of love,
But now
It leads nowhere
As it stains
The floor black as night.

She runs
Away as the
Final words
Pass through
His colorless lips
Stuttering his
Everlasting

"I love you"
Thank you for reading, hopefully you enjoyed.
Xenna Jun 2015
Time to time
It wonders by
Without a breathe
It reeks of death.
Cloaked in red
But dark as black.
As his hands clasp
To his partners grasp,
Tight as death.
He appears at the door
And at her bed,
to glimpse at her
To entwine
His finger along with hers.
As she breathes her final breathe
He sheds his only tear
As he stares
At her demise.
This is a rough draft, it's not quite there yet, but thanks for reading. Hopfully you enjoyed it.
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