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  Jan 2017 xmxrgxncy
blue mercury
sometimes you just need someone to
tell you that it's worth it,

that living isn't a game
only played
to lose.

i lost everything in moments
i couldn't count on my fingers
and toes.

all my blessings are coming,
i'm sure,

but i'm so blind
that i don't really see them anymore.

sometimes you're sad for no reason
and people ask you
why?

and you cannot answer.
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does it burn
*to pinch a flame?
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when i blink
*i can blow out an entire candle
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The screaming in my mind*
can't be drowned out by the music
anymore
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is watching raindrops easier from heaven?
perhaps if they're still streaming down my cheeks
it'll be easier
from up higher
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they
d i  s   p    e     r      s       e
like paint dropped into a glass
of melted ice
and try to enjoin once again
but are u n a b l e

they
tolerate
what they think they deserve
which isn't much
and push to give more
of themselves away

they
plop
like coins into a fountain
only asking for a wish
but not expecting one
in return
  Jan 2017 xmxrgxncy
Wordfreak
January 1st, 2017.
Another year of survival passed.
Another 365 days lived.
A bullet dodged each day for 12 months.
A mask worn for 31,536,000 seconds.
So I take it off,
Pick up my shovel,
And deepen the trenches.
Then I sit on a throne of obsidian,
And bid myself goodbye for another year,
As I lock myself away,
And put my mask back on.
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