Heavy in his ArmsTate.
His fingers were laced around me as he carried me. I had a feeling of weightlessness as he held me close to his chest like he use to when we were alive. I bet we looked like some fucked up version of Romeo and Juliet.
I wanted to look the part. He wore the same the same thing he wore the day I asked him to shoot me in the chest. He had returned to rabbit tail to me the first Halloween, but this was our second. He had gone out of his way to find me and now here he was. Carrying me to a river in the white dress I was going to wear for him.
I was his heavy heart to carry.
I shook my head. No words were needed for this. Slowly we reached the river and his feet hid the rocks with dull thuds. He didn't let me go nor did he stop as we descended into the slope, no matter how much I was weighing him.
I closed my eyes when I heard the roaring waters. His brown eyes were full of tears. I could tell because his tears were hitting me on my lips. "I asked for this," I whispere
Dead SweetheartAngel finally came home, but she's not who she use to be. She doesn't smile the way she use to or even laugh. It comes out dry and broken; like a dusty record player that never stopped going. It's track's are so run out and it's gonna fall apart, but that's who Angel is. She's falling apart and no one cares because it's the way she's always been. Always will be. We'll have to nail her into her coffin and hope she never comes back up again because she always does. She's always been so resilient like that. Even in death, her own woes don't dig a hole deep enough.Dead Sweetheart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MisleadingA beautiful smile hides the ugliest pain.Misleading2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MonsterDaniel pushed Angel away as the sound of the sirens grew closer. "No! I'm not leaving you here!" the petite redhead cried in frustration as she pulled on his arm in the opposite direction. "GO!" the blonde male commanded, his blue eyes baring into Angel's. "No!" she insisted, still tugging on his arm.Monster2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Daniel gave a huff of frustration and took her face between his hands. "Your parents need you. You joined the game for them. Come out clean," he whispered harshly before pressing his lips to her's. She braced against it, but returned it as proper as possible. He released her and hissed, "Go!"
Angel did as the red and blue lights came in view and she hopped on a trashcan to climb over the wooden fence just in time. She cried on the other side of freedom and she ran. She ran and ran until she slipped and fell in one of the alley ways. She looked down at her hands.
They were still stained with blood from the man she had killed. She didn't want to, but the fucking ass hole had laid a hand on
What are you about?It's about personality.What are you about?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you sweet?
or are you like me; full of hatred?
Do you feel contempt?
I feel it.
It rattles my bones.
It keeps me breathing.
It keeps me from my first death, but not the second.
OpheliaAir.Ophelia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just on the other side of the surface.
It's just a natural rhythm.
It's just how things happen to be.
Dead GirlsPeel back your skin.Dead Girls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See! Now you look a lot skinnier.
But remember, dead girls are prettier.
Blue, The Color of You V.2Blue,Blue, The Color of You V.23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was the color of the midnight sky.
Was the color off your pleading eyes.
Was the color of the bruises on your neck.
Was the color of the water I left you in.
Was the color of the officer's uniform that came to question me.
Was the color of the scarf they presented in court.
Was the color of The Chair.
Block"You haven't written anything worth reading in a while," my conscious says to me as I start scribbling in my journal. I look up from what seems like billions upon billions of meaningless paper that don't even start to work for me. "Writer's block?" I suggest so casually that I nearly gag on the way I sound.Block2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My conscious laughs. It's a light tinkling, like a bell that only rings at Christmas time or a chime that's never had a good gust of wind before. "You've never outgrown it," she says to me, like she knows me. Except she does know me. She knows me so well that I can't even think of a retort clever enough to express how much I dislike her comment.
I look down at the crumpled piece of paper. "Maybe I should quit writing," I say softly, barely above a whisper. My conscious makes a mournful sound, "But you love writing!" I wish she were in front of me, but at the same time I don't. My tears would only make her bitter and withdraw into herself.
"However it doesn't love me anymore," I whis
Blue LipsBlue,Blue Lips3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was the color of your eyes and hair.
Was the color of my heart when I learned of what I had done to you.
Was the color of your lips when you washed up on the cold shore.
You think I'm LonelyYou hide so well under my skin.You think I'm Lonely3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisting & Turning.
Screaming & Burning.
It's like you could almost be alive.
I like where you are, but how could you go so far?
My skull begins to crack as you begin to...
I'm sleeping only with myself tonight, wishing to just dry my eyes.
Where was I when you cried?
By your side.
Is there a big bend in your heart where I can just slide in and die?
My HeartMy heart will bloom like the flowers in the spring; it will fall apart like the trees in the fall.My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where You LieYou once told me to dry my eyes, but that is not where my hurt lies.Where You Lie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where Is My Mind?If you could rewrite every wrong would you?Where Is My Mind?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or would you leave them in place?
Who knew if it unraveled your life or made it better;
Maybe it made things worse by not admitting your faults or maybe this a really badly written revelation.
Either way it's always good to ask, where is my mind?
Hiding in the ClosetHell,Hiding in the Closet4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know nothing of it.
It can be argued that I don't either,
But walk in my shoes for a day,
See if you can
Sympathize with my pain; my suffering.
I don't think you can.
You don't know how I feel.
You don't understand the real me,
The me I hide from society.
You can't sympathize that which you don't comprehend.
You will never get it.
You can't know what it's like.
What it's like in hiding.
All these years locked up,
Never allowed light;
Air to breathe.
Now I'm out,
Living in this hell,
Not one of my own making.
Life where people stare,
A place where the me I let out,
The real me,
Can't thrive and flourish,
But rather becomes hard,
Depressed and angst ridden,
A place where we want to believe is
A place that we want to believe is
Maybe it is normal.
But I'm not;
I don't say, "How high."
When you say, "Jump."
I say, "Back off,
Leave me alone."
This is my lif
WineYou are the red dye in my white wine.Wine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bitter and unassuming I take a drink.
The poison floods my 'buds until I reach the brink.
I hit the floor before I pause to breathe.
You once told me spill my stomach down the sink.
Than you spilled in me as a red little drink.
125. InsomniaI will be awake until the day you die, until then...125. Insomnia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
NightmareI disturb you when you are sleeping and linger when you awake; what am I?Nightmare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This