Sep 05
poem 0 comments challenge: Twist

RAIN, SUN

: A smile the mask The Little Girl paints on her face each and everyday.
The pain she feels, yet leaves bottled up, is breaking she is slowly letting it all RAIN. Each time it cracks all of the emotions she's kept curled up and hidden come gushing out; like blood oh, the pain it brings. The Little Girl  is slowly drowning in the voices. She can feel as if her life is an echo; it repeats over and over like a song on loop. slowly fading disappearing into the black void that once was bright.

In the end the SUN comes for her.                                                                                                                                                       
Come, come calls the Sunshine. it peeks out of the sky proud and mighty. Smiling lovingly for all to see.
Come, to me.
Praise me.            
My sun has come.
The shadows hide away from the Little Girl. For it’s too bright to see.
the sun shines with luminous lights.
Sep 05

RUTH

I inhale your scent, so sickly sweet, just wondering what you meant, I gazed into the night, what a beautiful sight, the moon and stars, like bright dotted scars, the wind whips me, all vibrant and free, whispering to me, whisking out to the sea, taking bits and pieces of thee, I hum an old tune, walking into the dune, the sand; soft, yet brittle, it digs into my skin little by little, I walk to the water, dropping your jotter, I start to tread, making my bed, but,  I realize the truth, twas a great deal of ruth.
 
Sep 05

Shedding Skins

May 18

sEa OF tHOUghTs


I write to let anyone who will read or listen into my sea of thoughtsts. I want to try to make you feel. Read. take a dive in the sea of thoughts…  
 I write so that people can acknowledge the feeling and to clear my mind. Because, my words that were buried the truth out. 
Without writing sometimes I feel as if i’m swimming in a sea of fog.
where, emotions, reality, and thoughts are all blurry and out of focus.
I’m treading in water, not really going anywhere.
The tide is trying to pull me in but I fight it.
I keep fighting it.
But, what if things happen for a reason.
What if I have to let go of my words. Of the truth
Let the past be instead of letting the thoughts drown me.
So, I make a CHOICE.
I Let go. I write the truth and some of my ruths.
Now the chaos has passed.
The tide has sunk.
And i’m back. 
Apr 05

last chance


"This is your last chance." I wispered to them "Watch when your only moment comes A moment were the world is at our feet. A moment where we are one. A part of us is left behind. A moment when the quote from Legend: Marie Lu, “Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything's possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time… you try to walk in the light” is true to finding your own prosperity. remember we all have ink raging through our bones. Scars etched deep below our flesh. Words buried in the truth. Lies hidden in the dark. Ink is raging through our bones. Don't ruin your chance." I wispered and they looked grim but, nodded. I sighed heavily; glad that I finally spoke after years of silence. Thinking they'd find their own ways...
 
Apr 05
poem 0 comments challenge: Contrast

HOPE????

I keep on dying over and over again.

Each time it chips away my identity.

Because i’ve learned to love and forgive.

to not forget and give in.

Now, I am strong and no longer cold.

Cause,  I have faith.

It helps the waif So, I hope my faith will give you blaze.

At the end of my days.

THEN:
I want the knowledge

but it slips out of my hands

I’m looking for something in the sand

But I don’t know what

I just feel it in my gut

I keep searching until there’s no more

Until I get lost into the shore.

And It keeps slipping from my hands

Getting lost in the sand

THEN:
I hear you coming

my pain already starts to fade away.

My inner demons are numbing.

You are leading them astray.

when you see me falling.
Apr 04
poem 2 comments challenge: Rain

RAIN

They say I’ve got a burning fire,

like a burning desire,

but I’ve just got burning pain.

I run around in the rain,

hoping the pain can't be sustained,

wondering why it still remains.

Instead it sizzles and gains.

Oh, this pain,

it’s like fire rain.
 
Apr 03

broken

My cracks and rips are tearing open,

Oh, I am so broken.

It stings more and more,

I am just, so sore

My blood is dripping,

Slowly slipping.

I hide away from the prying eyes,

I look away with no pride.

I hate all of these tears,

Now, all there’s left is despair.

 
Apr 03

SELF CONSCIOUS THING...

How do you expect someone to see,

When you leave them in the dark.

How can you expect them to hear how you feel,

When you left them deaf.

How do you expect someone to hold you,

If you push them down.                                                   

How can you expect anything from that person.

if they were you?

 
Apr 03

SELF CONSCIOUS THING...

How do you expect someone to see,

When you leave them in the dark.

How can you expect them to hear how you feel,

When you left them deaf.

How do you expect someone to hold you,

If you push them down.                                                   

How can you expect anything from that person.

if they were you?

 

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