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.