Bruised creature Scars would be too much Yes, poked And squeezed And squished And too young Sad Creature Anger is no choice Pretty creature You do not have a voice
Month: October 2019
Auto Pilot
It is a dangerous game To live as an artist in a burnt world, To go around sleepwalking Unknowing of silence
Soft Love
My heart thumps I see clouds and angels Suddenly cupid strikes from above Now all I want is blue, Irresistible I have never seen thunder eyes like yours or been as hypnotized as I am When I am with you
Is this what you wanted?
His room Is now a storage space For blankets and dusty picture frames His room they say but it is not his. He has not been here in years They expected Him to fill their space with perfection, only to live in a bedroom That he hated So now, rather than a perfect boy a…
Open My Eyes
Beauty lies everywhere
Exhausted
Every time I say I love myself I remember this love was once for you And I despise that I want it all back Pain takes my love away and gives it all to you
Moments of contentment
She asks why humans are never content I say I am sometimes It lasts for a fleeting moment In which I am full When it passes, I appreciate I live for those moments
I Felt Important
I do not miss you I miss the feeling
Sweet yellow
Golden Golden like my eyes You are golden everywhere You give me golden butterflies We fly Golden into the sweet sky
Lone
A summer morning I am missing my mother and brother. I cry for help. I cry silently. I am missing pieces of my soul.
Vignette
My mother told me that pain goes away. I go to school and I go home. And the pain does not fade. Yes, things happen in between these two places. The pain persists no matter the occasion. I want to be okay.
Broken like me
I write for the broken ones Broken like me Fragile and strong Carrying scars You are the definition of beauty
Background Noise
I call myself On his telephone And I cry No one knows me Nothing can hear me I am loud and silent simultaneously No one can hear me I can not hear myself Over the sound of everything else