She spent days In her bedroom Barely clothed Spilling tears Into a pillow Artfully and Desperately stained In midnight black Knotted messy hair Sticking to the snot That took turns Running then drying On her salty cheeks She had no reasons No desire to care Living for days Upon endless Fucking days Staring At words…
Let me lie here Under your eyes As they wander slowly Over constellations That play upon my skin Under this starlight Let me lie here As I become A stardust breeze Chasing fires Fueled by longing Inside your gaze Let us lie here Each offering Broken hearts To create comets Inside this universe We collided…
Trust is an asshole It whispers soft Billowing clouds Of pure white lies Then grabs your Fragile little neck And squeezes The life from you As it laughs At your naivety And just before Your eyes close Just before Shadows fold He lets you Breathe again He says With his Asshole smile I’m sorry I’ll…
The moment shakes my breath Unsteady and uneven streams Of exhales and inhales flow As the moon throws shadows Playing hide and seek on walls Protecting me from beliefs That existed on the other side Of these satin white sheets Ideas meant to shape me Plotting to steal my identity Don’t tell me I am…
Originally posted on Mad Tea Party in My Head:
So I’ve been working on a piece to follow up The Day I Died posted on Hasty Words site this week. I like writing around a poem that tries to display what I’m feeling as sometimes it displays it better than describing what happened. This piece…
I don’t believe in new beginnings. We can strive to put the past behind us and move forward one step at a time. We can try to put distance between those moments of trauma and try to live again but… pain doesn’t die. Have you ever been told that you need to just get over…
Fading pictures Filled with ghosts Cracks Over faces Folding shadows Erasing time I can’t remember The hunger How it felt Or the pain How it hurt The faces smiling With eyes Full Of broken glass Shanks Sharpened And waiting For my future self To reminisce Before going in For the kill
Weakness crashes like fog All around me, following Outlines that look too much Like pains I took time to hide Sadness from yesterday Bleeding into the rainbows I made the effort to paint on walls That will just be covered Like graffiti on another day Slumbering inside myself Holding words too heavy To carry to…
Kicked at the corners of eyes Blind spots creating madness Their names cross hearts Like razors cutting the throats Of hand holding paper dolls Spending time spinning wild Cradling tendencies focused On the abscesses in their minds They holds the answers, hon If you like all your answers spun They’ll weave sorrowful stories Drawing an…
My dearest little one Your struggles Will be my struggles Your heartache Sorrow and despair Will burden me as well I will be with you To help you through them As they strengthen you As they mold you Into the strong woman I pray you will be For now though You can hold my hand…
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