Once upon a time;
Oh so cliche.
I met a man promising to change things.
Foolish innocence on my behalf,
I believe his every cold lie.He took me on a ride;
One I couldn't get off.
Spinning round and round and round.
I could feel my stomach doing cartwheels.
Excitement and terror mixed.Time began to fade into itself.
His mask began to melt.
He was so beautiful; what a mistake.
Satan himself was under that mask.
I was trapped. Held Captive.
His for the taking.
I was a toy, A doll of sorts if you will.Life became a blur, a muddled mess.
Life is so funny sometimes.
The monster won the game.
It was all just a beautiful game.
Blood stained him- h...
Where is Home? What is Home? by MyLastBlkRose, literature
Literature
Where is Home? What is Home?
You keep asking me to come home.
How can I go somewhere if I don't know where somewhere is?
You were my home for so long
Now i'm slipping.
I fear i'm falling, deeper and deeper.Every tear you cry cuts into me.
Your tears burn,
Why cant I make them stop?
Why can't I make you stop?Why do I still care?
There's this sawing feeling in my stomach
Traveling to my heart.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Over and over again.Let me go.
Let me go because I don't know how to let you go.
Set me free.
I'll love you until you allow me to stop.
Even after,
I'll love you until my heart stops beating.
Once upon a time;
Oh so cliche.
I met a man promising to change things.
Foolish innocence on my behalf,
I believe his every cold lie.He took me on a ride;
One I couldn't get off.
Spinning round and round and round.
I could feel my stomach doing cartwheels.
Excitement and terror mixed.Time began to fade into itself.
His mask began to melt.
He was so beautiful; what a mistake.
Satan himself was under that mask.
I was trapped. Held Captive.
His for the taking.
I was a toy, A doll of sorts if you will.Life became a blur, a muddled mess.
Life is so funny sometimes.
The monster won the game.
It was all just a beautiful game.
Blood stained him- h...
Where is Home? What is Home? by MyLastBlkRose, literature
Literature
Where is Home? What is Home?
You keep asking me to come home.
How can I go somewhere if I don't know where somewhere is?
You were my home for so long
Now i'm slipping.
I fear i'm falling, deeper and deeper.Every tear you cry cuts into me.
Your tears burn,
Why cant I make them stop?
Why can't I make you stop?Why do I still care?
There's this sawing feeling in my stomach
Traveling to my heart.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Over and over again.Let me go.
Let me go because I don't know how to let you go.
Set me free.
I'll love you until you allow me to stop.
Even after,
I'll love you until my heart stops beating.
"Love in Rain Serpentine feeding off lust
Wash away deceitful betrayal.Blood off the tongue of the entity writhing its way in
Shut down in attempts to build up your walls
To rid yourself of his presence." Those are the
only words
she could
possibly choke out.
Brittle-little-bones. by MyLastBlkRose, literature
Literature
Brittle-little-bones.
Elastic skin stretched out over brittled bones
and she knew it would only stay put so long.
Shells crack into tiny pieces
and her story was no fairytale with an ethereal ending.
She was wilted from the numerous storms.Her hair used to be tied in ribbons behind her neck
so they could see her pretty little girl face .
Now she tries to hide everything they held so dear
wash away the pretty that only ever did her harm .
Until she's back in the arms of the fiend.
You were 26 . Paralyzed, certain, and beautiful.
But me?
I was 15 . Naive, lost, and unaware. Somewhere along the line I braided the veins in my wrist to match the scars in my soul. You told me once that you felt sorry for me, and all I could bring myself to do was laugh.
And it is then I realized tragedy and despair only lived in the mind, but only if you let them.The difference between us was so alarming, painful .
Your legs didn't work and you loved this existence.
My legs were beautiful, spread open for every stranger, and only to feel alive.You once put your lips against my chest and told me you could hear my heart ticking like a...
Those Large Glass Windows Lie. by MyLastBlkRose, literature
Literature
Those Large Glass Windows Lie.
You sat behind the obscenely large glass windows, sipping tea.
And to the world you were just another girl in a coffee shop.
To me, you were far less.
All you were was numerous particles and molecules molded into a girl.To the eye of passerby's you were probably beautiful.
Hair the color of the sky after the sun has spent it's day burning it up.
Almost crimson, you could even say.
Your skin was the color of the whitest fallen feather of a morning dove.
Almost translucent, and I would have thought you albino,
But your eyes, oh they were the color of a dream.
Almost like the rain forest and the bluest ocean met and meshed into one.You had di...
I've been gone a long while, i'm back. I hope.
Life's been interesting lately.
I'm trying to learn how to handle it.
I started writing again recently, and discovered just how much I have missed it.
It's always truly been my release and i'm glad to have it back. <3