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Marci Ace Aug 2015
It’s the root of all evil.
Flashing it out like it’s okay,
Get robbed
Now you feel a
Disobey.
Gods mad because you
Misbehaved.
Now you’re stuck living,
Blinded.
Tattoos of money signs
Right between your eyes.
Hey kid,
Didn’t you know money
Lie.
It kills to have,
But so fulfilling to
Touch.
Look how it turned you,
Now you’re a
Chump,
Just that
Much.
It’s the devil ticket
To get into our
Minds,
One may pay the price,
While the other pays the,
Fine.
But no longer will the,
Green stay,
When your long gone,
And dead of time.
So just watch
Your back when that,
Beautiful liar called,
Money,
Creep up on you
From behind.



                                                   -Marci H.
Marci Ace Aug 2015
Horror and terror,

The nightmares,

And scares,

The screams,

And blood,

The blood…

That blood,

That scatters,

And flares.

Those demons,

In masks.

Unbreakable,

And tasks.

They come at night,

Sometimes at day.

Do anybody see it?

Or is it **** what I say?

I expect nothing,

So I won’t be disappointed,

But the demons in my ear

Screaming

‘SAVE THE ANNOITED!’

God why me?

The bandages you’ve given me

Is continuing to bleed.

It doesn’t feel natural.

Sometimes it feels like

I'm not human.

My problems are

Consuming,

And these masks are

Resuming,

In my head,

God tell me,

Am I dead?

Did I go to hell?

Right here in my bed?

God did you give me a reason,

Just to be hunted by

Demons?

  

  



                                                   -Marci H.
Marci Ace Aug 2015
Born with a million of dreams,
Then hundreds of em’
As years past it’s only
One.
Born with a ton,
Now,
None.
It’s no fun with a lot of
Precious comments and multiple
Heart dents.
Your worthy,
But it seems only your dreams is
Surrounded by a wired fence.
No matter how much you
Feel or think you will be,
It always end up leaving,
From a negative society.
So much riot,
Quiet please.
I get a glimpse of my future
It’s so much anxiety.
It hits when you feel it's a
Dream,
But it hits even harder
When you realize it’s
Reality.
Time moving slow,
But yet it’s so
Fast.
A ghetto child
With broken promises and demons
From the
Past.
With so much potential,
And healed words that’s so
Resentful,
A smile that is beautiful,
And eyes that are so
Wise,
A ghetto child
Blind to the golden
Prize.
Seeking out dreams
That leave her no place to
Hide.
Her demons is beginning,
But how long will she
Realize,
That when the evil awakens,
It’s fulfilled to tell lovely
Lies.
Living in a big world,
Where rules don’t
Apply,
And the white and black thing
Divide.
Everything is like a *****
Scheme in her
Eyes,
That’s why friends are pushed
Aside,
And family filled with strong
Unhealthy,
Dysfunctional
Pride.
It feels she was buried,
Dead and alive,
But yet her smile is such a
Gleam,
And her life is yet
Without a,
Dream.
  

                                            -Marci H.
  May 2015 Marci Ace
Chalsey Wilder
I wish I could drink my pain away(alcohol)
I wish I could inhale the happiness by smoking this plant (marijuana)
I wish I had a bottle of pills to **** all my pain(painkillers)
I wish I could let you rock my world till it's insane(Amazing *** ~)
I wish I knew who to blame
I keep wishing for the same thing
I thought if I wished and hoped hard enough the pain could just go away(I tried I tried to make it go away)
But honestly everyone should be wishing for a reason for me to stay
Not my best. But whatever. I'm drunk
  May 2015 Marci Ace
Sometimes Ally
every hit i take
is a step closer to happiness
the higher i am
the less i feel
push all the conflict away
my responsibilities
are no longer
being faced
falling faster and faster
i cant stop
they forgot to mention
the higher you are
the further you fall
Marci Ace May 2015
The shared tears of fate,
Those harmful conversations
Of,
“should I **** myself”
Debates.
You feel that you have another
Chance,
But that other chance maybe
Too late.
Those ****** memories,
And your murderous
Enemies,
That “Get the **** out my face!
Your no kin to me”
Type attitude.
Your zero tolerance
Have you floating
With no gratitude.
You’re lost,
And misunderstood,
Your crown of success weighs heavy
And far way too good-
With a mean-timid beast
Like yourself.
Theirs hope for the hopeless.
You feel 10 times worst when your words
Are respoken.
Your problems are now soakin,
But again as I say,
There’s hope
For the hopeless.


Marci H.
Marci Ace May 2015
Were you looking for me?
Did you seek what you
Searched for?
Did you scream to
Get your voice heard?
Did you leave
What you ever earned?
I wanted more,
Was it because I wanted more?
I wanted to feel love,
And adored.
I hide,
Waiting patiently
On the bottom of that
Dark,
Dark,
Floor,
But instead I got
Burned.
Left behind,
And stuck to my faults.
I feel no love,
For the problems that I caused.
Now you looking for me?
Are you looking for me?
Is the phrase true,
That we all humans bleed?
Is it true that,
I am,
The last of the dying breed,
The bestfriend
With a sinful greed,
Were you looking for me?
Are you sure?
Are you positive?
I’m surprised,
I have someone looking for me,
I’m like a snotty-nose
Kid,
Happy just to be,
But confused
Because it was
Me,
Are you sure you was
Looking for me?



                                                                                           Marci H.
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