Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows people will judge her before they have even read
Her story because they’re too caught up in their own narrative.
They only take the time to read your book once you are dead.
They say we’re born alone and die alone.
As humans we are built to survive and consume.
Even if you are raised from a loving home.
You can still feel out of place in your ow
HarderKiss meHarder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rid me of every scar
Suck the night-old whiskey away from all my black and blue
Touch me until I don't feel worthless
All these broken ribs
The fluttering lids of both black eyes
Pray away every awful thing I've done
And lick the salt away from broken skin
The exit wounds of bullets
The little lines of knife bites
Just love me until I'm mad
And kiss me until I'm whole again
They all think they can fix meThey all think they can fix me.They all think they can fix me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But, what if I'm not broken?
I'm supposed to be in pieces?
What rule is there,
that says all people must be whole?
But still, they all think they can fix me.
With a sensual caress
or a wholesome home-life
or violent, unbridled passion.
Each has her own prescription.
I'll push away every hand
Each distraction is only that:
just a numbing anaesthesia
that can only mask the symptoms,
leaving the cancer
They all think they can fix me
but I know better –
and I've a feeling that now
even the cure would
FlawsI could write you a symphonyFlaws5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of whispered words and perfect promises
but I'd rather just hum you a melody,
perhaps out of key,
off the top of my head
composed of all the things I've never said
all the thoughts I've never voiced
every word would be so choice
because it would come straight from the heart of every matter
from the very soul of me
traced around every piece of my shattered spirit
built of every time I refused to hear it
[it respectively being the part of me I chose to hate,
the deepest darks, the secrets stark
the ugly truth I berat
Anatomy of a DeadgirlMy skeleton is a barbed wire framework glossed over with spun glass and glitter-glue stars.Anatomy of a Deadgirl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skin is melted magma, sizzling upon contact and twisting in imperfections and pimples and moles.
My blood is poisoned snake's venom, thick black sludge that is retracted slowly by a razor's gnawing gore, withdrawn from a well deep within my soul.
My organs are burbling instruments, bubbling a glutinous rhythm.
My hands are hole-filled gloves sewn on to stubby, chubby stumps of arms.
My ribcage is a birdcage, trapping the anxiously fluttering butterfly that is trapped within my heart and desire.
My tongue is sandpaper, smoothing my words to no more than sawdust, falling limply to the floor in a kind of morose rain.
My brain is dust- and muck-filled [cobwebs stretched across those cells that change the mood], monster occupied, and afraid to think.
My eyes oscillate, glazed over with clouds and nightmares an
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
linesyou breathe in, and I breathe out, because that's how it works.lines3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you always told me, don't worry my dear,
because you just need to whisper back to me
all the things ive whispered to you.
on seaward nights, where the salt sticks to your skin and makes it white
and rough, like a decayed ghost without a sound to sell -
and maybe then, I can murmur those things you've taught me so well,
when you bite my hips
and leave marks for years to come,
and teach my bird hollow bones to fall
(but only to fall.)
there are weapons in your words.
and there are daggers in men's smiles;
but sometimes you’ve got to be cut to a million pieces -
those shiny metal teeth, the glint in your mouth
hover over the gloss of your tongue and vermilion lips
a gash in your face, deadly sweet like snow white's apple -
before you can recognise which smiles are daggers,
and which smiles are gold and silver and love.
you kiss my lids
and slit open my eyes
to let my soul breathe sometimes.
sew up my mouth so I don
a state of delirium.It's like you're hungry for something that doesn't exist in your head. Your own eyes cannot see past the reflection of your memories. The strength and determination that held you in their grip long enough are setting you free so you're nothing but a fragile creature, drowning in an endless ocean of blackness. You reach for the surface but you're being pulled down even deeper. Deeper till the light is dark enough for you to see past the distant once-colorful orbs that hover over your head. You scream, but nothing comes out. The silence terrifies you so you only convince yourself you're dreaming. An endless bad dream. You close your eyes and ask yourself to wake up. Everything is silent and for a moment you assume it's all back to normal, that you're safe again, so, you open your eyes to realize that you're sinking deeper. Drowning farther in, but you had your eyes closed for a while and it all went by too fast for it to register in your head. Blind. You reach out but you're paralyzed, ya state of delirium.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sing to Me ProudMy heart's been fit to burst so longSing to Me Proud5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I've written these same impassioned songs
Well sing to me of your broken words and charms
Cause I know just how to do myself harm
And my eyes are pained from wanting to melt
To stain the gauging and opened welt
Of my heart torn apart by my own words and ways
Am I doomed to this for the rest of my days?
Sing to me now and sing to me loud,
Sing to me open and sing to me proud
I need to know I can see the other side,
'Cause this darkness is now my only lullaby
And I hope and I pray to bring my heart near
Closer and closer to what I hold dear
This thing I call life, this pain and this joy
'Cause I can't continue to be death's little toy
Oh sing, oh sing,
Oh sing, oh sing
Of the life and the death and the sorrow and tears
And the struggle you've suffered for years after years
And I'll bring you hope through the pain in my heart
'Cause its exactly what pushed me so hard at the start
To work for the payoff, the joy and pride,
To look for the self that I've
Ce que je souhaiteSometimes I wish I could slit open my belly and let all the bad juice seep outCe que je souhaite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bitter acid and fat black eels
Sharp claws scratching and angry wings fluttering
I hate it but it won't stop
Sometimes I wish I could wrap myself around your legs and never let go
Oh, I know you can't stay, but oh,
How I wish you could
I can't bear this alone anymore
Sometimes I wish I could float away from my memories
No matter how many times I scrub I can still feel your hands burning my skin
Everyone else comments on my pale face, pale arms, pale legs
I guess they still can't see it
I'm not sure if I want them to
Sometimes I wish I could get to the real me hiding beneath this flesh
It doesn't matter how much weight I lose, I still can't decipher how to coax you out
Quick smiling, clear eyed and delicate
I'm sure you exist somewhere behind my ribcage
Sometimes I wish I could do nothing but sleep
Hair spread out, floating gently
Let no monster disturb me
Nothing, nowhere, no one
bone bag ballet girlit's ten minutes in september and she isbone bag ballet girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
praying with her eyes open to a god
she cannot see but that's okay because
she doesn't want him to see her either
i'm six feet behind and i'm watching a girl
with pink ribbon shoes cry over my boyfriend
and we're at a graveyard but all i want to
do is ask her if maybe she can dance for me
it's three flashes of lightning and i am
hurt and there is rain dripping on my
wounds and i just sit outside watching
the blood drip on the asphalt
she's still crying and i wonder if the
pretty white bones in her bag are his
or hers, but really, i just want to know
whether she's a ballet dancer or not
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
I'm Not OkayThis is a factI'm Not Okay5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That much I know
It wont ever change
No matter how much I grow
I wont deny it
I'm not ashamed
No matter how old I get
It wont subside
I know this well
Many have tried
And yet, they still failed
I just happen to love
This unofficial title
In which I speak of ^.^
I WantI want toI Want3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dance the night away
Holding you in my arms
To feel your heart beating next to mine
As our bodies sway
To a rhythm only we can hear
I want to
Feel loved by you
To have that warm glow surround me
And flow through my veins
I want to
Be able to love you in return
To have my every thought
Fixed only upon you
I want to
Live my life
With you at my side
As a friend or a lover
It matters not
As long as you are there
I want to
Dream of us on hills of verdant green
As we sit by babbling brooks that sing natures song
And wander over lonely moors covered in heather
I want to
Kiss your lips so tenderly
I want to
Hold you close never to let go
I want to
Grow old alongside you
I want to
Be remembered when the days are long
And I am but a distant memory
I want to
Make your world a better place
As I share my inner most desires
But most of all
You to know that you are loved
MummifiedI think I have been mummifiedMummified3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped in linen and stowed away
preserved to see a hundred years
of darkness, with old eyes.
They closed the box,
rubbed salt in my aching wounds.
Now the world can't come in.
I sit silent, for I am the grave,
weighed down on by the golden gadgets
they slung around when they started
making my death more safe and less sound.
People come and people go,
I can hear the world from here.
But I think I have been mummified
wrapped in linen and betrayed
forced to see a hundred years
of darkness, with old eyes.
America x reader- Just Another Day~You drive me crazy~America x reader- Just Another Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You heard a crash from the kitchen. Oh great... You thought.
"Hey, ___!" You hear your boyfriend shout from where the sound came from.
"Don't tell me you broke something!" You shouted back.
It went quiet for a moment, then you heard him nervously call, "T-totally not! Heh..."
You sighed, getting up and walking to the kitchen, peering in. There you saw America sitting on the counter, a bunch of glass on the floor below him. You put your hands on your hips, glaring at him.
"You're never allowed in the kitchen again." You stated.
"But ___!" He whined, "I was getting some coke and it just fell!"
You gave him a look, making him speak up again, "Ok fine, I accidentally hit it when I turned around!"
You smiled at his innocence, then noticed his hand was bleeding. "You tried picking it up, didn't you?"
"Shut up..." He said, looking at his hand.
You jumped up on the counter in the middle of the kitchen to avoid stepping on glass, moving over to the other count
Fatal FateBeing strong ain't as tough as it seems,Fatal Fate5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Being gone ain't as rough as in dreams,
Being sly ain't as easy as you'd think,
But tellin' lies gets easier with each blink.
Especially when you're trying to hide
All the darkness that eats you alive,
From the depths of your soul right to the outside,
But just below the surface so that no one else can see,
This fatal fate I call reality.
Being beautiful is harder than in magazines,
Being dutiful is a barter for making your means,
Being coy is a talent when it comes to this mask,
And being the toy is easier than uptaking this task
Of trying to make sense of the cards you're dealt
When you've given everything that you ever felt
Was necessary to try and heal these open welts,
Left over from the beatings so that no one else would see
All the things I thought I shouldn't be.
Especially when I'm trying to hide
All the darkness that eats me alive,
From the depths of my soul right to the outside,
But just below the surface so that no one else can see,
i am a magenta february.Winteri am a magenta february.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is still clinging
to my skin,
sleeping within the tangles
of my night witch hair.
65 days to learn
& Icarus, with his
sun kissed fingers
my throat, giggles
knowingly in my ear.
I have misplaced my
of a heart
so many times,
I’m not even sure
it ever existed
they never lie-
Covered in frost
I am a magenta
the imprint of teeth
that bruised centuries
& bed sheets.
Keeping a SecretKeeping a SecretKeeping a Secret3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I cross my heart and hope to die,
If I ever tell you a lie.
Then why am I not dead?
I know I am in my head.
If I told you what I see,
You would never forgive me.
'Truth' is such an important word.
It can cage you up like a bird.
Or let you soar and be free.
It's only now that I see
That you never loved me.
You think I'm full of glee
But I will never let you know
That I am putting on a show.
DespotismDespotismDespotism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is a bird sitting, teetering on
a power line because
one way or another, she figures
the best way to end
is a big bang.
He is a fish swimming, traversing along,
Against the crashing tide because
He figures he can defy the law one or way or another,
And the best way to begin
Is to finish the end
Before he's stuck in her talons.
though she is made of feathers
and bones and she is still weightless enough
to take to the currents of air,
she is powerless
against the waves his actions
make, and she is so easily swept away that
she thinks her body might as well
be made of stones.
He could tell she was astounded by his ocean,
By the place he calls home to.
He welcomed her to the lowest depths of it,
She couldn't resist the deepest blue of the marine,
Nor the glitter of his fishscale,
And the place he called heaven,
Eventually became this bird's hell.
her eyes were always the
size of jupiter when he was around
because she was fascinated with
the way he move
SociopathIt's just a word.Sociopath5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a defence.
It's just a cover up, a wall to separate you from everybody else. It's just a veil to block out what's real, what's important.
Your eyes see everything except the obvious. Your mind picks up on everyone else's thoughts and feelings but not your own. You've locked them away in a safe at the back of your ingenious brain, never to be opened. It has a rusted lock. You claim not to have a heart because those with emotion are weak, you say.
Although it really just makes them stronger.
You see everything, but you see nothing at all. You are as blind as them. You know nothing.
You do not want to.
You do not want to because you feel fear.
It's just a distraction.
It's just a word.
2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 9 “I think the very word stalking implies that you're not supposed to like it. Otherwise, it would be called 'fluffy harmless observation time'.”2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker? pt. 93 years ago in Horror More Like This
― Molly Harper
You groaned very loudly as you came back form you unconscious dreams. You sat up and rubbed your head. You got up from the large king-sized bed as you made your way to the window. You slowly opened the thick curtain as you gasped. The Leaning Tower of Pisa in your sight. You zeroed into the target, it was night fall and there were large lights from the bottom that lit up the icon. You gasped as the stars came into view as well. Yep, definitely in Italy.
"I see you are awake now, Bella." You didn't turn to see the Italian man. Slowly, you let the curtain fall back to its original spot. "Silent treatment?" He hummed. The quiet Italian night was the only ans
2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker?pt.10! "And I don't care if you're sick,2p!ItalyXreader: Who, me? A stalker?pt.10!3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I don't care if you're contagious.
I would kiss you even if you were dead.
Would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life?
'Cause I'd do anything to hold your hand.
And I don't care if you're sick,
I don't care if yo
Pieces Of My SoulSure I might cry a littlePieces Of My Soul3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And there are times when I feel so alone
In the worst of ways
Still I wander ever on
Over imagined hill and vale
Not knowing fully where I go
Each and every faltering step
Leading to somewhere and something new
I am nothing to speak of
Just a poet and an artist
A dreamer forever wondering
Following a path that only I can see
As I listen to the music of life
Never do I sleep
For my mind is a torrent of ideas
They always come
Never do they cease
My heart and soul are a melange of emotions
I'm drowning in the maelstrom they conjure
These raw passions force me ever onwards
Like a man possessed
I must create something
This is what drives me
At times to the very edge of madness
Blinded by things I cannot control
Ideas pour forth
My emotions breathed into life
Until I am spent
Then I rest for a while
Looking at what I've done
And for the first time
I read the words my pen has written
Or let my vision fill with what I've painted
Only then do I feel truly aliv