Just WordsAmazingJust Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are just words,
From the depths of a mind
Twisted to sanity
Writing what it sees.
So the question is,
What do these words,
These eclectic words,
Mean to you?
The MindThe mind perceives what it wants to seeThe Mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distorting natural images into something twisted,
The mind is a permanent failsafe
Guiding us from the dark
And towards the artificial light.
The mind is what makes us
What breaks us
Soul of InkA soul made of inkSoul of Ink1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That once golden thread tied together
It bleeds through this paper thin body
That won’t last forever.
A sharp word tears through you
Like a target hit with a knife.
How much longer, you wonder,
Do I have to live this life?
Words go unheard, screams unanswered,
Trapped inside the cage you made.
All the happy lives walk on by
As you just watch and fade.
Standing up with new found determination
A blank page you put on your face
You let the world color it as it sees fit
And leave the “you” without a trace.
.she calls down angels.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to burn their
to see them rise then
fall, those flailing
she tells them, this
is what it's like
to be human
and they say judgement
will arrive for you, my
girl, you will be
cleansed by burning
and i strike another match
my brother's room holds both heaven and hellHe envelops himselfmy brother's room holds both heaven and hell6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in covers and darkness
lest he see the nightmares
lest he see the nightmares
He tells me
in pained whisper
of the hate
discarded angels sing
from his walls
how god damns
the souls of those
so irreparably broken as him.
I try fashion my love
into a weapon that could
smite even those which god
could only nail to his walls
but my weapon is wasted
For these enemies are ones
I'll never see.
He tells me
in weakened screams
of the love
whisper from darkened corners
with false faces and intentions
how only they can protect him
how he must die
so he can be free of this burden
And though I use my love to scream
deafening hope to cloud such
I know he
OSometimes I think about buyingO10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
In Your HellYou're hiding in the shadowsIn Your Hell8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a dark and lonely place,
not wanting to hear my voice
and refusing to see my face.
Never knowing that I have followed you...
into this despair,
hoping to hold your hand
and comfort you once I'm there.
The ground shakes as I blindly walk
only following my heart,
I'm trying so hard to hang on
as my entire world falls apart.
The air here stings my lungs,
but I keep breathing for you.
I'm clinging to hope because
it's the only thing I know to do.
My tears are so hot they boil in my eyes
and burn lines down my skin,
and my stomach feels as if
I've swallowed some kind of poison.
The poison quickly flows through my blood,
attacking my brain.
It's so hard to fight insanity
when I'm screaming from the pain.
My body is destroyed and I can't walk,
but what is left of my lovesick heart,
knows that you are near.
I don't blame you for turning your back,
pretending you don't see.
I failed to help you an
fuck itwhen I say fuck it I don’t mean fuck the dreamfuck it6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I mean fuck the steady stream of reminders, signs that you are not good enough, I mean fuck the rock and the hard place, the corner we are backed into, and only the ones who slip up and get shoved back against the walls even realize it, and by then we only have half a hope of making it. fuck giving until you give out and getting nothing in return, the stories lied, your best is not enough.
I mean fuck the facades, the show we all put on, like this is sane and normal, like we don’t all cry at one in the morning, or three, or five, like two hours of sleep is fine because everyone else can handle it, like we’re not all half dead in our primes for things we thought we wanted when we were seventeen. like we’re not all medicated to be closer to perfect, less real, less anxious and depressed and angry about what’s happening (it’s normal).
I mean fuck the drugs, god, fuck them, how it seems romantic until you