Withered.Roots and vines grow through her,
Her mind has been here far too long.
Searching for some pacification,
In a world she does not belong.
In the insects she finds comfort,
And the leaves weave through her hair.
Her face lies under foliage,
But she no longer requires air.
Beneath the dirt she is shapeless,
The cold satisfies her placid skin.
Away from life's bombardment.
Away from the howling wind.
The forest smells decayed,
The nights grow so cold.
She tastes autumn on her tongue,
Like a history left untold.
My Own Self-DestructionThere are things about meMy Own Self-Destruction4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just can't control
The shame makes me want
To crawl in a hole
I rely on you more
Than you'll ever know
It'd be better for you
If I were to go
I know I'm a burden
Don't bother denying
But I can't seem to shake this
No matter how hard I'm trying
The guilt causes pain
And so does the fear
The voices inside
Are all I can hear
All of these things
Make it so hard to function
I am the cause
Of my own self-destruction.
You're Not MeYou have absolutely no ideaYou're Not Me4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What it's like to be me
Unless you're looking through these eyes
There's no way you can see
I know that you don't understand
It's a hard thing to explain
The methods that I use
To get through all this pain
You may not think you're judging me
But it's obvious you are
If you try to help while judging me
You won't get very far
You're telling me to do things
That I simply cannot do
It's not that I don't want to change
It's just I don't know how to
I know I'm hard to deal with
I know it oh, so well
And for that I am ashamed
It hurts you, I can tell
I'm sorry for the way I am
More sorry than you know
But the depth of all my feelings
Is something I can't show
You do not have the power
To understand all there is to me
Because the person that I am
Is someone you'll never be.
SleeplessSleepless4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I lie awake at night.
So many things run through my head.
I disect my day.
All sleep gone from sight.
I toss and turn on my bed.
My day running on replay.
Over and over! I'll bite.
Is that really what I did, what I said?
Locked in my mind my emotions stay.
Is that really what I've done?
Is this who I want to be?
What am I doing with my life.
When the day has gone.
I found that I wasn't me.
I'm losing my mind.
I did it all for fun.
But it truly wasn't me. It isn't what I want to be.
Is it too late? Or am I out of time?
I might as well be dead..............
For all the good I've done............
Lady of the FliesThere's a place inside my head,Lady of the Flies3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a house of lapsing time.
I visit on occasion,
I crawl in through the grime.
A grave for broken thoughts,
unwelcome memories echo through the air.
Floating from my skull,
but it seems I've forgotten how to care.
I rip my teeth out one by one,
while severing all emotional ties.
It's all the same to me.
I open this carved out body to the flies.
There's a 3 inch tall girl inside me,
her name is peace of mind.
Everyday I call to her,
but shes become quite hard to find.
Truth Be ToldI'm not a perfect angelTruth Be Told4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor will I ever be
Because there is no such thing as perfect
And that is a guarantee
We all have our own opinions
And we won't always feel the same
So don't get mad at me over it
Because I don't play the game of shame
I'll say whatever is on my mind
No matter how harsh it may be
'Cause if it is the truth
Then it should be told for all to see
Please don't order me around like a robot
I'm a human being not a slave
I wasn't born to serve you
And I'd rather live then be put into an early grave
Why must you sit here and lie to my face
When you taught me as a child that lying is a sin
In the end it won't get you very far
Because a liar never wins
Fear of FireFear of Fire4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Since I was little everyone told me that fire was to be feared.
That it was a tool used to protect but when used wrong a double bladed knife.
You play with fire and you'll get burned.
That with light comes pain. That is the way of life.
I used to stick my finger in the flame.
It hurt. It burned.
But to me it was a way to escape the pain.
A way to hold it back. To keep it tamed.
Slowly flames grew bigger, brighter.
With a power that consumes everything in its path.
Deep, rare, powerful, hungry, that is fire.
Not only passion but a deep rath.
It eats a person from the inside out.
Until it is released.
A rage the burns, but you don't even know what it is about.
Then it hides again, not gone but hidden for a time. Leaving you with a false sence of relief.
To Wake...Must now I rise?To Wake...1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My spirit in shambles,
this life to pay cost.
Am I to rest?
A corpse set in-ground.
Hallowed the reminder,
echos silence as sound.
Yet be still I must,
no breath shall I take.
I long to stay dreaming...
For Hell is to wake.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
Less Than PerfectBreak down the walls as I build them.Less Than Perfect4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Reveal my heart as I try to conceal it.
Walk with me just a little farther.
Under waves and trying to breathe water.
Savor now this lingered taste.
Hold me forever in this embrace.
I'm not perfect...never looked to be.
Less then worth it, all I'll ever be.
But look to me see the something...
That was born from the nothing.
See the heart...that looked to try.
Or the broken wings that dared to fly.
A caged wolf finally free.
Fate was all we would ever need.
In this breathe I give to you...
The broken dream, that dreamed of you.
In this moment...I aim to be....
Less than perfect...but always me.
WispersWispers4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wispers hiding in the night.
Fragments of truth turned to lies.
Did it even matter?
The parts that were true?
Did you even know?
Why can't you face my in the light?
Look me in the eyes.
I know life isn't fair.
These are things we all go through.
We have to fight through them though.
Break apart the lies.
Mend our shattered hearts.
Wipe away the tears.
Realize that life is real.
And know that you can do anything!
Take off the mask, rip away the disguse.
Look up and bare the deep cut scars.
We have to face our love, and face our fears.
Give back the pain we feel.
Do what you have to do to break free!
Break the invisable chains you carry with you.
Give up the world on your shoulders.
It isn't yours to bare.
You have to want to live!
You have to want to breath!
Love will help see you threw.
Let our problems melt into blurs.
It's not too late to care.
Give everything that you have to give.
But before you can do that you have to want to believe.
Then it is all up to you.
Do or do not do.
Glass Eyes.I'm a skeletal hollowed figure,Glass Eyes.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
stuffed with paper insides.
My figure slumps and drags,
I'm not pleasing to the eyes.
Detached, cold to the touch,
tarnished, worn and blackened.
I'm ashamed of who I am,
But my self deprecation is reasoned.
Yet I'm a sight for sore eyes,
a safe and somber cover.
My only original fragments left,
serve solely as a dim reminder.
Floating through the years,
forced to make myself feel.
Day in day out I grow so discontented,
Yet still you somehow bear the same appeal.
I've been lonely but never alone.
This weight hangs over my injured pride,
briefly things seem clear,
In an instant I am
G l a s s - e y e d.
Slowly I press forward,
Pieces dismembered along the way.
Pulling through monotony,
in hope of a better day.