IntoxicatedYou hold me down
I need to breathe
Numbing words and bleeding words
Just let go of yourself
This will change the rest of your life
And youll never make it out alive
What builds all this pressure
Inside my head
What sends the room spinning
Its only the first time
My head is aching
But I feel so alive
Flashing city lights
Neon burning my eyes
What is going on?
Where are you taking me now?
Forcing me down the busy streets
Cold air touches my skin
The illuminated city becomes pitch
Hollow eyes and empty words
Where have you taken me?
I cant take another minute
I cant even speak
When my mouth opens, all I do is scream
Pain shoots through my body
As you take my hand
It was so easy for you
When I wasnt really there
Easy to take advantage
And steal what wasnt yours
My ending was so slow, but it was painless
Body numbed with alcohol
I didnt feel a thing
Gathering BlueI sit beside the oceanGathering Blue5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the waves and foam licking my feet
and the wind whistling through my ears
The ocean breathes to me
with the sprays and the mists
whispering sounds and beckoning me in
As I slip into the ocean,
the tide collides against my body
but the waves moves with me,
ushering me to embrace its great expanse
I find myself with water all around me,
a kaleidescope of colors, vibrant and stunning
The skies and the ocean merge together in one
as my own colors bleed together,
the ilium journals.it's all like little beaches in her hands and the sun rains down hot in the water. hot like kisses and the sand on the beach of her hands.the ilium journals.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's all like the feathers on my floor pulsing into the water so lightly. light like kisses and the feathers on the floor of the vacant shore.
open screen doors let the bugs make our house a home
it's like the freckled hairs of the lake that we comb, and we comb.
The Right Thing"What if there is no god, and you're not impressing anybody?"The Right Thing4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MomaDear Moma,Moma3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Didn't they tell you?
He's an internal abuse
Why must you tease?
You tore him down
But you are not pleased
Why did you lie?
You said you loved me.
Lying is a mere crime
You heard him cry
You saw him cut
But still you rid goodbye
I love you so
But my heart is beaten
My opened door is closed
Moma, moma, moma
Why should you hate me?
I, your own creation
But you hate me.
I just want you to love me
I tried everything
Every last apology
Moma, I beg
Please love me
I cry for you
Tears of black don't you see?
I'm not begging anymore
I'm done forgetting
I'm done forgiving
I'm done changing
Moma, not again
You told me to leave
You lied to me
I will never believe
This New RealityThis New Reality5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As the sun sets I see you in all my pain,
Here you left me in the darkness & in the darkness I shall remain,
And it's here I'll be waiting for you forevermore,
To justify the pain I'll forever endure,
As you were the purpose and the cause,
For all my misfortunes and flaws,
You were behind all the confusion,
Behind my sweet deluded illusion.
I saw you stare at me with the sinister smile,
I felt myself go faint with fear for a while,
I could see the hatred within your eyes,
Looking past my deluded lies,
I felt you touch me with your porcelain skin,
I realised the truth from within,
When your voice called my name I could tell,
That you'd forever sentenced me to hell.
I saw you beneath the moonlit sky,
I started to contemplate why,
You're so beautiful; surely you're not real,
And I'm hallucinating this entire ordeal,
Just a figment of my imagination,
Another of my made up creations,
Here forever to torment me,
Keeping me chained to this new reality.
I saw you stare at me with the sinister
ImprisonedA bone corsetImprisoned5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wraps around my shrunken chest -
each withered piece stabbing out from
straining at flimsy, purple-pale trappings
that encase them in fragility.
I am concave -
its ivory prison no longer bars my
filigreed, striated organ,
only the silky balloons of deflating lungs.
(it makes me bigger to breathe so I will not
I will not)
does a heart weigh?
I lost so much weight
when it left.
And now, daggers jut from my hips, protrusions lying white
against tracing paper (can you draw my veins through the glass?)
I touch them and wonder
at the deadly-sharp angles,
horrendous and beautiful -
a butterfly (knife),
snap out and spread your shiny (metal) wings.
But there's a demon inside of me -
mean, cruel, fat, fat, fat.
Stealing the wings, their brittle osseous tissue,
she hides them under
blubber, pus-colored infectious-toxic-disease fat.
(How can I fly
if I am too heavy?)
The squishy adipose chains
tether me to the dank, hard ground,
holding me with slimy claw