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Misty Meadows Dec 2018
Do you like the sweetness
Of the things you
Can't have?

Walk into a candy shop
And browse with
No cash.

I know you smell that toffee
And that box of bon bons.
All that sugar's bad for me.
You know it's so wrong.

But you know I melt like
Chocolates under early summer
Suns.

So sweet, I lick my fingers
Then I buy another one.

Sweeter than red velvet
And a glass of cherry Cola.

I forgot I'm diabetic.
But I'll settle for the coma.
Misty Meadows Jun 2017
They're "special" to you, I've noticed.
In a way, just so familiar
I was special to you like that, once.
But now things are peculiar.

And if I remember correctly,
I was quite special to you, indeed.
Their "special" can't compare
Because my special just exceeds.

You're simple if you think on it.
Not much to really ponder.
Sweet-talk you just enough
And we become your godly wonder.

Yeah, I've seen this all before.
"Oh, I've found somebody special."
No darling, you love anyone who
Can cater to your mental.

But eventually, they'll grow tired
And leave your *** alone.
And as quick as special comes is
As quick as special goes.
Dummy lol
Misty Meadows Oct 2015
Expected with lateness,
Destined for greatness.
My flavors are true,
So I hope you can taste this.

Live as a winner,
But roses do wither.
Was born in the winter,
I'll die with a shiver.
Misty Meadows Jan 2018
Sundays for me, are the top edge of
A skyscraper, that I dare to tiptoe
Off of and come rushing down its
Heights,
Like those pennies they say can put
A hole in your head if it hits you.
I don't wanna be the hole in your head.
I wanna be the dent in the concrete,
On Sundays.
On Sundays, I wanna be the one that
Sleeps under bridges in a careless
City because on Sundays I am just
As careless and this is all too much for
Me. On Sundays,
I throw in the towel because the
Last match of the week has left me
Weak
And I am not Cassius Clay.
I am more like the Sunday papers,
Crumpled up and expected to recycle
Myself.
And after being reduced to nothing week
After week, Sundays feel like death.
Misty Meadows Jul 2016
The selfishness of most
Flesh
Is guaranteed one blunt
Surprise.

You search for death
In a place so free.
Life isn't meant to be
Despised.
People are annoying. Could have it way worse but take everything for granted
Misty Meadows Oct 2015
Doomed is the woman that
Dares to fall for me.

Blatantly, I'll watch her weep.
Great chuckles so discreet.

When the blood I bleed is leaked,
These women taste deceit.

I plead for your release,
Then with your heart,
I'll tear apart,
And with your love,
I do deplete!
Misty Meadows Jan 2016
I prefer the
Sweetness of frost to
Cover my somber grin.

The coating is just
Cold sugar, that makes
Me feel my skin.

And the clouds that
Tread slow, skies that
Grow dimmer.

I love the sharp
Bitterness delivered
By the winter.

Because the feel of
My dear love, in the midst
Of a cold day

Thaws my soul,
Reassuring, that she'll make
Things okay.
Misty Meadows Nov 2015
Piano keys and guitar strings.
Even ink stains on my
Fingertips.
I have yet to find a masterpiece
Ever worth your elegance.
There are words in the sky,
They spill when I feel.
What's the big deal about
Young love and pain pills.
I overdose on dreams and
Wake up an addict.
Your presence is lethal,
Your company is tragic.
But I love it and I need it
And I can't even believe it.
I'm not breathing,
These are lungs that
Only work when they're
Needed.
Follow me into your sleep,
And we could make the best art.
Romeo and Juliet never had to
Fall apart...
Misty Meadows Nov 2015
There ain't nothing new
About the way my heart beat
Corresponds with the
Throbbing below my waist.

I can always sense fear,
I can always taste danger.
But something about you is
Sweet and saccharine.

Undoubtedly irresistible.

And because of that, for once
I don't smell death or horror.
I see a love fueled lust in the pit
Of darkness and
Feel
An all consuming desire for the
Flavors of happiness.

And this desire just burns so well.
Misty Meadows Nov 2015
Most vulnerable under sheets,
**** as the Winter sky.
Sometimes I am bold,
Other times I am cold and
Trembling,
Especially with these images of
You.

Have you ever felt the
Breeze of risk and infatuation
All at once?
It's something that can really
Toss around your hair and
Caress your face.

Too bad I am not
Infatuated.

I am just skating on the very
Thin ice of
Love and trouble.
This love can be troubling,
Am I wrong?
Not use to being fed what I
Want, rarely what I ever
Need.

It's definitely not a sin to
Sip from this pond of
Passion and trust and
Loyalty...
It's a personal sin to
Deny
What you want. What you
Need.

I got what you want,
And you know what I need.
Misty Meadows Feb 2016
My pills don't match
The moon.
Well, they're something like
The stars.
We take enough to numb
The pain and never notice
Scars.

My freedom has a limit,
Go as far as God allows me.
I always pass my boundaries,
Never notice my surroundings.

There's a vicious type of
Violence simply flowing
Through my veins.
I press it with a pressure that just
Pierces through my pain.

My dreams will turn to
Nightmares and my sleep
Becomes my death.

I am resting in a bed with
Blades to ruin all my
Flesh.
Misty Meadows Jan 2016
Terror drips inside
And out of my mind,
The shivers of death
Crawl up my spine.
The path of reality is
Distant and fine.
The shadows of fear
Drowning my eyes.

In the back of my mind,
Fear never sleeps.
I'm taken to islands where
Bodies do reek.
Where bodies do reek
And flesh seems to seep,
Into the sand,
So cryptic and deep.

In the back of my mind,
Fear never rests.
Demons have clung
To the space in my head.
Sleep is a must and yet
I regret,
'Cause the terrrors I have
Are undying deaths.
Misty Meadows Dec 2018
You look like my pain,
You even sound the same way.
Whose heart you racing to?
My heart be racing too.
I'm a nervous wreck.
No disrespect,
But I'll waste my last breath
On 3 puffs of some *****.

You don't want no smoke with me.
I'm reckless, I'm feckless.
Blood spills, let it leak,
Ghosts gon' sip it for breakfast.

You won't like me when I'm
Down, when I'm low.
When I'm low, when I'm down,
I slice a smile, hate to frown.

I see nothing but you,
Can't close my eyes,
Even to sleep.
I got blisters on my hands,
From gripping shovels.
Grave's deep.

Throw me in it if you don't see me too.
Take a look, take a look at all they
Put me through.

Now tell me what you gonna do.

I like roses and rosé, bring it all to
My burial.
Misty Meadows May 2016
With dreams like clouds,
Which often drift and
Float,
Everyone confuses my
Thoughts with lethal
Smoke.
Thinking fire and destruction
Is the cause of my
Smiles.
My clouds hover
Above the path of
Tears
For miles.
People think they can read minds
Misty Meadows Apr 2019
From my friends and lover,
To siblings and mother,
My father, my doctor...

Just please keep it
Honest.

If I died today, like the
Dearly departed,
Y'all tears would last miles
From the point that they started.

And that's so hard to say,
'Cause the days I could breathe,
Y'all were one step away
In the distance near me.
They hear you scream and cry for help but choose not to care so why do you stay for them they don't care if you go if you stay so suicide isn't selfish for anyone except them they are selfish and put guilt on you even in death you'll forever be your own martyr they had you and didn't see you were here for them not you
Misty Meadows Nov 2015
It's tough love,
It's tough luck.
Tough ****, girl.

I apologize, never sorry though.

Did I use you?
Well, here's your answer.

The painter strokes canvas with
Whatever brush
That is necessary at the moment,
Whatever brush and stencil that
Can illuminate backgrounds and
Sharpen the depth of his mind.
And to make a long story
Short,
I'm a poet,
Unfortunately, I am always and
Constantly going to need
New and blank *** paper.
Crisp pen tips that bleed with
Ease.
New titles,
New topics...

You were just a series that is now
Very much old and very much
Over.
I'll write about it till I'm blue in the face and black in my heart :)
Misty Meadows Apr 2018
Honestly,

I feel like the devil been taking bribes,
By helping these spiteful people
Cause pain that I can't describe.
And lately, I've been craving
A dose that is not prescribed.
'cause I'd rather be the reason for
Ruining my own life.

And if I take my own life,
Please don't call it a suicide.
'cause suicide involves intention,
And lately, I can't decide.
It's a battle between my heart
And the depths of my own mind.
But if life hands me the blades,
Best believe, I will utilize.
Misty Meadows Aug 2015
I fizz a little, drift
A little in this
Mist.
Every love's coincidental
If it's ending with a kiss.
I don't really miss
The burning and the bleeding of my
Wrist.
But my fist holds much bliss.
I am swift and too brisk.
I am...
Holding many myths
And I spit 'em from lips that
Stutter too quick.
Yet, mumble when ****** and
They only take trips when
Challenged by risk.
So, I fumble with trouble.
Guess I like it like this.
Flow lifts like vapor.
Vex
Misty Meadows Oct 2017
Vex
From the purple abyss,
I sip.

I blink, I lean.

Please don't bother me.

I swallow the chalky
Pills.

This feels rather real.

So please don't bother me.

I don't play with them
Blades no more.

No lethal swords.

But please don't bother me.

I get tempted by
Disastrous things.

If you gon' watch me bleed,
At least,
Don't bother me.
Misty Meadows Jul 2017
The feeling that simmers
And got me dripping in
Dreams,
Makes me long for your
Presence, so I can pull at the
Seams
Of whatever you're
Wearing,
It's got me thinking and
Staring.
It's got me hoping and praying
That you would
Consider
Sharing.

You should share it
With me.

Cause I'm
Deliberately

Trying to keep you awake,
So I can love you to sleep.

If you get what I'm
Thinking.

I get to sipping and
Drinking.

I get so intoxicated

Off all the vibes you be
Bringing.
Misty Meadows Jan 2021
Lips like a smooth spirit in a dense glass.
Drink from my pain slow, I hope you don't
Crash.

I felt her cold on me like a winter dawn
White.
Gasp for my air boldly, it's a long night.

Eyes pierce heavy with little room to flee.
Waltz with the devil if you crave the energy.
Misty Meadows Nov 2015
The season before this, I
Thought not of you.
I wish I could say this...
It wouldn't be true.
My love is a wave that
Falls towards the shore,
And quickly escapes
Whenever is bored.
But the catch about that is
A wave only leaves
When beauty of air depletes it
A breeze.
If you are the wind, that
Blows into days, I
Only do hope that your gust
Comes to stay.
And never do stray,
But I've wished that in past.
If so you do leave, thy wind
Equals wrath.
Misty Meadows Oct 2015
Rainbows and sunshine
Don't flow with my lifeline,
But thunder and lightning is
Always on my mind.

The sweeter the rain,
The harder the patter.
A life without rain
Would just make me sadder.
Misty Meadows Nov 2015
Turquoise little pills
For the sleep that I miss.

Find me staring at the edge
That has once met my wrist.

I am feeble when alone,
But never found the warmth of
Others.
Say I'm running from my past or
Simply hiding from my mother.

Everything I say
Always contradicts my actions.

How could I never care when my
Lungs are full of passion?

Deplete me of the madness,
I'm so sick of seeing ghosts.
It has almost been a year.
Why do I still hear Rose?

People fail to understand,
So they flee so swiftly.

Just take my heart slow and
Break that **** so quickly.

Walking through the hood.
What is left for me here?

I'm just living and I'm loving.
In a battle with my fears.
Misty Meadows May 2020
It's the ones that quake and quiver
Near the vacant
Lakes and rivers,
That I follow with a temper of
The hollow winds of
Winter.

Them hollow winds do
Follow them. My appetite is
Bothersome.
I crave the things I shouldn't
Lust. I pick apart and
Swallow them.

The carcass breeds a
Selfish need
To melt the pain it
Couldn't flee.
Why take its hope and set it free.
Another way to rest in peace?

A drunken swear--
A sudden stare--
And no surprise, you stumbled
There...

Words of care. Don't be the first
To make it bad 'fore it gets worse.
...
Misty Meadows Jan 2018
You been on my mind heavy, but
I gotta let you go.
You're a ghost now.
Stop appearing in my dreams, doing
Shows.
I'm not very entertained. I am
Actually afraid. And if I knew where
It was at, I think I'd come right to
Your grave,
And ask you to knock it off,
Since you never said goodbye.
You don't got the right to pop up in
My head by surprise. And
You don't pay enough rent in the
Depths of my mind
To think that that's where your final
Legacy should reside.
I have now fallen in love with a woman
Who breathes air.
She's got blood in her veins and
Doesn't cause me despair.
She's more than just a picture of the
Capture of a stare.
But why tell you this? You'd just say
You do not care.
But this is vital information, that you
Really need to hear.
I don't wanna close my eyes, fall
Asleep, and you appear.
I loved you in the past and I'll always
Love you, dear.
But the wrath of your absence can't be
Something that I fear.
Of course, I'd like to close this off with
Something great.
But I'll have to end it abruptly.
Something much like your fate.
And I hope that in death, you resist
To give hate.
And I hope that you can leave me
Alone with a clean slate.
Misty Meadows May 2018
This holy ground seems
So profound,
But we don't tip-toe.
See, we stomp around,
Like a marching band
On this sacred land.
It wasn't taught to us,
We won't understand.
It wasn't brought to us.
We don't get the plan.
We got many thoughts
And ideas shoved
In these minds of ours,
But they say we're lost.
They gon hate on us,
Claim we'll break their trust,
But the truth is
They hate our youthful lust.
They loathe the little spark
In the eyes of ours.
We don't want no war,
So they call us cowards.
And because our lives
Are more simplified,
They think their attitudes
Are quite justified.
But in the thick of it,
If our skin is "thin,"
Then their hearts are cold.
So, who could ever win?
Misty Meadows Sep 2020
Can't pretend to be too
Fond--
I got this blood all on my palms.
And if you ask me, yes of course
I'll swear that really nothing's wrong.
Through half smoked cigars and boxes
Of pad thai,
I'm just pushing past the years of being the
Bad guy.
And if I'm just worm food to the dirt that Craves you,
How do you expect me to bleed out simply to
Save you?
Misty Meadows May 2019
I usually wash my hands of the
Women who disrespect me.
Who think it's okay to speak care then
Just neglect me
Not one bat of your lashes
Can strip me of my tears.
Your angry piercing eyes
Don't strike me no fear.
The begging and pleading
Gets done on the regular.
Yet, I'd do anything in the name
Of protecting her.
But I don't get no protection,
No attention...
Just forget it.
'Cause every time I speak about it,
All your spite is there, detected.
How much more can you take,
Before you
Break
The very heart that pumped love
Into your soul
Back when the world would treat you
Cold.
Instead, I am the bad one.
True love? I never had one.
I sit and smoke my doja and get
Tweaked off of that ***.
And the drum of life just really has
No rhythm for me.
So tell cupid choke and die or blow out
Some kisses for me
Gotta be on to bigger better things now

— The End —