My writing is a coffin.
It is cast from the heart in order for peace of mind and sanity, and sent into an earth-bound prison.
It feels the need to try and cling to life, however, for it is afraid to be erased.
When it comes time to let go, it grieves enough pain for a thousand years.
It holds a slow, mourning tone and wishes to feel the warmth from the sun once more before it is alone.
The mind is thrown into a torrid of loneliness as my hand picks up a pen, and my writing starts to weep from pain.
It weeps at the thought of being forgotten, for it lies only on paper; it's eternal coffin.
As the ink dries and the pen leaves, the mind r
I love like winter.
I am a suit of armor, a shield, and a protector.
I wonder how I make it day to day.
I hear everything around me in a rush.
I want to live my life without regrets.
I am not afraid of the future or the past.
I pretend to smile more than people know.
I feel like I am about to break.
I touch crystalline tears.
I worry about everything yet nothing all at once.
I am both a lover and a fighter.
I understand that to be perfect is to be fake, for nothing in life is perfect.
I say what people are afraid to hear.
I try to be myself and not someone's representation of me.
I hope I can overcome my demons.
I am never goin
"You will never be anything in life."
You started this, and you probably don't even know it. In fact there were multiple of you that started this. You started to feed this monster that had taken over me, yet I don't blame you. I let you bother me. I let you slither into my mind like a snake sliding along the cool ground seeking out its thermal prey. I let you seep into my mind like water through a crack. I let you effect me in ways I never should have. The Queen turned into her own Jester; hey, that's me.
"You are not pretty at all. No one would ever want you. What are you thinking? You're just a freak."
I was thinking that maybe the
Your screams are my lullaby,
Your bones are breaking in my hands.
I silently collect your tears as you cry,
And I let out a sigh as your spilling blood colors my world.
But in the end of this strife,
Your crushing heart will be the melody of my life.
I shall never let you see my falling tears,
And I honestly wonder where yours are coming from.
In the back of my mind, I expected this to happen,
But you, my dear, you had nothing to fear.
Until you made this mistake (you played the wrong girl, you see.)
And I have an issue with tyranny.
So now you're breaking apart in my hands,
Your crushed heart is my melody.
My tears have gone an
Did you know that what I really want most
-is for you to realize that you can't save her and you need to stop helping every one and focus on yourself so you can get better-
is someone who really cares?
Did you know that I want to
-grab you by your hair and thrash you around like an infant in my grasp and watch you struggle for life like the piece of shit you are-
travel the world?
Did you know that I wish I could
-strip every piece of muscle from your bones, take every vein and watch your blood pour out of you like ink from a pen and laugh when you die-
escape to Ireland?
Did you know that I don't understand
-how that poser piece o
I could give you my heart.
But I'm afraid to hand it to you on a silver platter.
I could give you a piece of it.
But you would say, "It's only a piece, it doesn't matter."
What could I give?
Oh, what could I give-
that would make you smile more than I already make you do.
What could I give?
Oh...what I would give-
to make you smile the way you make me do.
1) love
2) the future is so much brighter
3) friends
4) seeing others smile
5) to fulfill my dreams
6) to watch the sunset over the ocean
7) not only to love, but to feel loved
8) to dream
9) to achieve dreams
10) to learn something from the hardships, and make tomorrow better due to it
11) to have your toes in the mud on a warm summer day
12) to laugh
13) to experience new things, may it be travels, may it be dancing under the moon.
14) to feel the sun
15) to take the time to sit and watch ants
16) to lie in the grass
17) to hear the crash of waves
18) to hug and be hugged
19) to make a child smile
20) to eat a piece of chocolate
21) to hear
They all say that we had nothing
To me that's all a lie
Because day after day I cry and cry
Just wanting to die
They say move on, that there's more out there
But what do they care?
They don't know the love we shared
To start anew would mean forgetting you
I can't do that so very soon
As you moved on, I stood still
Wanting and waiting with all my will
Another girl won't fill my heart
The way you did from the very start
To have you back would be pure ecstasy
But deep down I know that will never be
So as I look back through our past
I wonder how we didn't last
For I see love at its best
Between two lovers
But as they say noth
Hold on,
real tight,
out of this world
on a trip you'll go.
Will it be good
or will it be bad?
I don't know, don't ask,
because everything
depends on you.
Hold on
real tight,
the journey you'll have
it might be bad.
If you only knew
that all it takes to crash
is for you to say "goodbye"
and leave me behind.
Hold on
real tight
because on that trip
you'll get to my heart.
.:: Late Night-Nightmare ::. by TheHarmlessVampire, literature
Literature
.:: Late Night-Nightmare ::.
Hush little baby.
Dont you cry.
Daddy's having fun.
Mommy's gonna die.
Daddy has a funny look.
He kisses mommy with one word.
"Fook.."
It comes out slurred from the alcohol.
"Hush now, my baby doll.."
He whispers to mommy
And slits her throat so grottely
The wound is colourful, very strong to seem.
I wish I could awake from this horrible dream.
I whimper and start to cry.
Why, why, why did my mum just die?
Now Daddy looks at me
And I turn away
"Now my petal,
Let Daddy have his way."
I freeze at those words.
Those sick fuckin' words.
Dark figures,
Surround him.
Blocking out the sun.
"Hush now my darling,
Its only a bi
Paper hearts and confetti by Endless-RainBow, literature
Literature
Paper hearts and confetti
And what do you do when you realize you were not worth it?
A virtual voice told you the truth, told you to go on and forget about it
[itisntfairitjustisntfair]
But how would you forget all that was and never will be
Aborted promises of a better world in a near future?
The paper hearts we cut together long ago
To protect our real ones
Shattered into pieces with the sound of his fingers tapping on the keyboard
Confetti all over the floor
Were simply swiped away
Current Residence: Pennsylvania Favourite genre of music: Techno and Screamo Favourite style of art: Any Skin of choice: Mine? Personal Quote: "The only thing left for me to do, is hit the reset button to forget all about you."
I keep thinking of the past. And how different my life was three years ago. And how much I hated myself. And life. And my family. And some friends. And everything. I stopped creating scarlet roses and skulls and hearts. I stopped playing with cold metal. I stopped using myself as a canvass...
And lately...I have the urge to start again.
I won that battle...but I'm losing the war.
So, I'm getting rid of all my poetry. Yup, every single entry. Why? Because as I look back at it and re-read these things, I then go and read other submissions. Upon doing so I realized that they're all depressing.
My writing reflects myself. I will not sit here and write about depressing things without any glimmer of hope or something different. It's ridiculous. I'll bring back certain ones maybe, but no more entries shall be posted until further notice.
"Diversity is a great force towards creativity."
~ Michael Eisner
"Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows."
~ Havelo