Gone UnderGone UnderMore Like This
As swift as the wind,
that ran up her back.
Like the cold look you gave her,
few summers ago.
You saw her as a dancer,
deep in the night.
And just like that,
you locked them up tight.
Its all gone now,
the love, the laughs.
Waves rushing down her face,
She’s under the lake now.
Good night, my little grace.
Little ThingsLittle ThingsMore Like This
Life hanging from a tip.
Pink magic on natures ground.
Mossy memories though the looking glass.
Standing tall, searching underneath.
All different but the same, no judging yet connecting.
Misunderstood taken for granted.
Nature’s love, our life.
The little things, the trees the breeze.
The rain that falls, capturing life.
sorry for the painSorry I left you all alone.More Like This
So young you were.
I stepped thought the mirror,
and you followed.
Sorry you had to go through all that pain.
Sorry she had to see you like tat.
I'm Sorry Will … please forgive me…
Someone specialMore Like This
Didn't care, wasn't never even there.
Never around, always on the ground.
She let them go and didn't even know.
She saw purple lines in the sky, more lies, didn't bother to try.
Stoned like she never was, still stole for her own cause.
Police searching while she was freaking.
Smoke in her lungs to match all the guns.
Did the crime, paid her time.
Still needing to learn her lesion, didn't listen always missing.
Broken arms and shaky knees, found hung high amongst the trees.
Regretting her decision, requesting a new mission.
Now at long last looking over her little ones... making sure they are safe from all the guns.
By Daisy Hollman.
MonstersGolden silk spirals down from the magical hollowness of her mind, creatures that lurk in the dark coroners; devouring the truth as poison seeps into the the eyes of her soul. Lies slithering out form the rum of her mouth, eating into her victims thoughts. Mystical monsters creep out of their chambers into her fingertips as they posses the rotting demon that lies in the depths of her, gradually turning the force that once obtained her into a decayed bag of bones.More Like This
...Seven years have passed, it all looks like broken glass.More Like This
Wanting a new start, still trying to make her mark.
Her tear stained face, covered up by all the lace.
Not knowing what to do, growing up is all new.
No mother, never met her father, mom and dad have no clue.
Starting to loose faith without even leaving a trace.
Cuts and bruises symbolising how she always looses.
Finally thinking she's at the top then finding out she's not.
Always getting the drop, still tries to climb up the lot.
She's got a long way to go but she still comes out and puts up a show.
Wingless Loathsome is what she felt. She was damned to this planet and it was cruel. It smelled of dying life; that might have once flourished, but is now cursed to its evolution.More Like This
Today the clouds rolled into the sickening city and the light shown through to show her the face of God. He laughed at her, taunted her and showed her where she stood in His universe. She was no longer his pet in the heavens, but now she had become something lesser than even the humans. A butterfly without wings is only just a worm. Its life and purpose have gone and it will eventually die. God knows all, sees all and allows all. He chose for the butterfly to be wingless, He allowed that predator to rip the wings from its back and He watched it suffer until it died. He did nothing.
Some of the humans believe He is a God of compassion. But she knows the truth. He is a God of might and power. He is vain and nar
Pain From the PastYour image,More Like This
your touch and even your smell is playing over and over.
Am I a broken record?
Probably. I've gotten so used to being broken I wouldn't know how to function another way.
Dreams about laying in your bed when I was with you.
How I would curl into your sheets and just inhale the scent of you.
I miss that.
The fluttering I got in my stomach when I heard your name,
the same fluttering I STILL get now...but now it's slightly more painful, because you're gone.
Images of laying out in the field on the hill, or walking through the sand on the beach.
I loved that.
I had never been so happy in my life aside one exception that came from an artificial substance, a drug, and then I realize something...
The way I felt with you and the way I felt when I was was on, was the same kind of high and it sickens me that those are my only two options for that kind of happiness.
I am losing control and losing my mind, it won't stop rewinding an now my whole soul craves for you.