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 16h unnamed
Lilly
when I was little I was always bubbly and happy
over time things changed
the smiles became forced
wanting to dress up and stand out became wanting to seem small and fit in
wanting to love turned into doing anything for love
I hear all the time "just wait till you get to the real world"
but what if I've already seen it
what if that's what changed me
I once was a sweet happy innocent little girl
I'm now a shell of what I once was
 16h unnamed
1DNA
Please,
Do not carve wounds upon your skin,
Do not let your blood spill thin.
Instead,
Carve pain in words upon the sheet.
Pour your sorrow out in ink.
To all the self-harmers out there,
Even if you may not feel it,
You are loved.
So do not hurt yourselves!
You and I
The pouring sky
The street light glow
Our voices grow
The pavement hurts
But we couldn't care less
Ask for a sign from god
We are blessed
We sang songs I didn't know
Your words how they would flow
We danced and played
Our faces sprayed
Singing
Dancing
Playing in the rain
God is gay and Morgan freeman
🌙💜
 16h unnamed
Lyle
makeup is an addiction
you get addicted to the way it makes you look
the way it makes you feel
and just like a drug your brain gets used to having it
and whenever it is gone there are whispers
Ugly...ugly...you need me...
until you relent
to the drug that is makeup
 16h unnamed
Lyle
my dreams are often twisted reality
a distorted version of real events
and sometimes predictions of future events
that later give me deja vu
but sometimes they are whispered secrets
of things I didn't know happened, or things
I didn't know I wanted
I never remember them, except in small snatches the morning after
but the nightmares resonate, every second after
and they are always always always my reality
 16h unnamed
Lyle
I hate having good days
because it means bad months are sure to follow
 1d unnamed
K
It was art
intuitively we aspire
destruction
I reminisce upon the reflection of your face
a garden of angles
Japanese cherry blossoms in their trees
your aura
was layers of white clouds
the sun was over it.
It was brighter as I looked.
I closed my eyes
to see
a bright star in the sky,
when I think about your face,
I melt
like birds looking for food
and find themselves inside
a snake's
mouth.
Serpents
 1d unnamed
K
Demur
 1d unnamed
K
It's easier to walk in between the doors of hell
Resilient and motivating
heaven is repulsive
Ditch the two dead birds
bald dead deer still bleeding
and angry white wolves
Subliminally content with the context
your out of context is much more subjective
keep walking
I used to know
 1d unnamed
K
Teeny
 1d unnamed
K
I tried looking away
your beauty still lingers on me
mesmerizingly evil.
A shame to look at
I rather bleed on paper.
A sin to think about
I much rather talk in sly secret.
Suggestions?
Being fed to the wolves isn't too bad.
get away from this dangerous,
Devious thought of
desiring you.
It's always good to take a break from anything;
until the break is permanent
 1d unnamed
K
Green
 1d unnamed
K
Exquisitely surrounded by the color of peace,
Out of your face jumps the notion of

"how can this be?"

Your eyes look down to move forward

As if
the floor is lighting up taking your steps.
Behind you the sun sets,
your highness?

"where is your crown?"

The golden curl leaf's match your red shades,
in between the weeping cherries are white heels

Only you
can tie your hair up
wear a light green dress
and runway walk in a garden
Underlying circumstances caused a major malfunction
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