Blurred images through tear filled eyes,
She’s hiding behind a mask of strength,
A beautiful girl clueless to her own reality,
Seeing nothing more than a monster in the mirror,
She saw her life in black and white,
Colors faded into oblivion the more they killed her,
The demons she couldn’t face alone,
She sits in the corner crying,
All because no one would hold her hand,
She only needed a friend who could help her,
Yet everyone insulted her for her demons,
Intentions to help,
They only made her worse,
They made her hide,
She used to be the sweetest thing,
A smile to put all to shame,
The happiest girl you could imagine,
But the world destroyed her innocence,
The world killed her ambition,
And the people just watched and laughed,
“Nothing’s wrong with her” they said,
“She only wants attention” they claimed,
She only wanted to smile again,
She lost it a long time ago,
But the world is cruel,
So now you watch with pity as the girl who cried for your help bleeds,
She became the woman that you don’t understand,
And before long,
She might just become the corpse you cry over.

sleep-sweet:

A glass of vodka,
is just a glass of
vodka, until you

light the little water
on fire and throw it
through a window,

or until you shatter
the edges where lips
touch and hold it to

the barkeep’s throat.
Then it’s not just a
glass of vodka; it’s
a revolution and an
angry grin with eyes
that burn bright white. 

umustcreate:

Buy low and sell high,
remember there are apples in your eyes.
You probably look your best,
when you feel your worst.
Fill yourself with happiness
until you’re fit to burst.
Run a little each day,
it will stop you from thinking.
Forgive yourself and others too,
it cuts down on my drinking, anyway.

forgetlings:

The body was named Lilith

She cast out for crying Yahweh
Whom Adam would not allow on top
To touch him as intimate truth
With her vow

Nor his hands around her hips
Faithful to her pleasure swelling
Spilling from her soul
As no other

Whom Adam would not allow
To give her whole body
Made whole by love

Her own body
Her own heart

Trademarked Lilith
Sold out.

eternallycoilingserpent:

I can be your dark
or I can be your light
I can be your day
or I can be your night

I can be your bark
or I can be your bite
I can be your fight
or I can be your flight

I can be your black
or I can be your white
I can be your wrong
or I can be your right

I can be your anything—
(damsel, stay in sight)
Say those three words
and I will be your knight

subtlebones:

We strip ourselves from
the rest of the world —
fold our bleeding pages
over our feeble knees
and whisper to the one we
desire instead of
thanking God.

We hear the cries and
reply with somber assurance
that those in pain are not
the only lonely dwellers,
begging to dream.

But we close our eyes soon
enough and watch the
skies twirl above our heads —
knowing we’ll scribe the
pictures we see behind our
harrowing eyes tomorrow.

asylum-wonderland:

Minutes of falling couldn’t be right

her watch must be broken, or so she thought it might

but here she was, tumbling down,

an odd rabbit hole in her small english town

suddenly a thought came into account

of Lewis Carrol’s acid recounts

fear turned anxious as she now wanted to…

(Source: asylum-wonderland)

quotediaryofficial:

All my dreams have

Withered and died.

For this is the truth

I can no longer hide.

I was left with nothing but

The thoughts in my head.

And the painful memories,

Of sorrow and dread.

I hear all the voices form

The mistakes that I’ve made.

All these regrets that

I have long age paid.

Pain dwells where

The eye cannot see.

A broken heart

A broken love

And a broken memory.

~ Marissa Sauceda

(Source: poems.coolnsmart.com)

quotediaryofficial:

Have you ever been silently in love

With someone you can never have?

So close you can touch her hand

Yet, so far to feel her heart?

Have you ever lived in pretense

Quietly loving without any condition?

A feeling of love that’s unknown

Hiding it, not knowing for how long.

Have you ever…

(Source: poemish.com)

imagineation:

he told me to
Stop thinking in full sentences

he said
Fragments, darling
We’re in a new era now.

In response I thought
How do I stop thinking
or writing for that matter
in full sentences?

He laughed
because he knew that I was
already spinning a poem about
this conversation; that I knew
…