I’m in love with something dead, in my head….
I convinced myself on bookshelves I wasn’t
in love on golf clubs, but, yes, after you passed,
cast aside, hard, cold, crumbled in ash, my
heart stashed, this was the final good bye
to souls lost, found on the other side, dyed
in smudges and judges, my only hope
for you is that you find a different
heart from the start, a Valentine to
drape you in red, to open up that
box, and you let HER in just because
she wasn’t me, never was, and now
I know because I let you go…….
*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
Hands withered, worn, tear, repeat, beat my skin
as they live in sin…
Why me, can’t they see, let me be, just a child,
wild, just one second from the rope, loss of
hope, nope, there were other plans for me
you see…..
A baby, I will never see grow, seeds that
will never breed, bleed out the mothers
womb, tomb…..
Bars behind, in line, black and white to
keep quiet….
Fists clenched, drenched, murder on hands,
death trying to catch my breath, but, again,
not my time in rhyme….
Life on track, SHE has my back, my story
isn’t over, my four leaf clover……..
*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
Slow, low, on the go….
Can’t catch a breath, could
bleed to death….
Veins locked, balloon mocks….
Bruised, snoozed, i need some
clues…..
Can’t go deep, no need to weep,
trying to play for keeps in my
heart….beats…..
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*Street art i found on Pinterest
For a time I am broken, heart swelling, welling because
i couldn’t be what you wanted and you couldn’t be what i
wanted….
So many tears have stained, gained my face, but, i
feel, and won’t be ashamed.
My veins travel wobbly now, a path uncertain,
but, only for a time….which soon shall pass…
I’m not sure what to say here, dear….
You see, I’ve been hearing this song…
Every step you take, make…just for
sake, but i don’t believe in coincidences…really?
I don’t want to do….this…again….
You hurt me!
I feel light headed, feathery…
I don’t want to be a slave for you…do you
have a clue of my blues?
I believed in fairy tales, and
angel wings….life and death….
Maybe, I need to hold my breath,
would you come, save me?
Not sure with this thing we call life, what
is real, the deal….
Illusions dangle like diamonds, making promises
to sparkle always, and, I, just grey rainbows…not sure
which color to wear today…..
Not sure what to feel….bill….
Maybe, in the end, I was your test, and you
failed badly, sadly….
So, what do i do now that you are on my mind,
never left, always there..ready to tell stories or
the truth…?
Is there a ending…with us..with this….?
Every step i take, you’ll be watching…..
You fucked me up buttercup, but
guess what?…..i don’t need your
wings, i have my own……
Doing what is told, be bold to be different……us, dirty little
secrets…sitting under scolded tongues..eyes cast down…
out on the town….
As the little girl grows up….finally learns….
“Don’t feel sorry for me, because you see, i am
finally in control.”
*ALL IMAGES TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
I WISH I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU IN THE WOMB, DOOM…..
NOW, I AM STUCK WITH YOU, FEATHERLESS DUSTER….
YOU PUSH ME ON THE SWING, ALL FOR THE TEAM, BUT
WAS IT REALLY ALL FOR ME?
LOVE MORE THAN ONE, BUT DOES ONE LOVE YOU
MORE?
COCKS TO DOCK, ALL TO FLOCK…..
ORGIES OVER POETRY, NOT A DRY EYE IN THE PLACE…..
I WELCOMED YOU WITH OPEN ARMS, BUT ALL YOU DONE
WAS HARM….
IN DREAMS YOU’LL SNEAK, BUT ONLY FOR A PEAK…..
WASH MY HANDS OF YOU, MURKY WATER, SWIRLS,
TWIRLS, YOU WERE BORN WITH CURLS…..
SHOULD WE MAKE THEM YELLOW, WITH A BOW?
YOU WOULD LOOK PRETTY IN A CURTSY, NO BUTT,
ALL CRACK, YOU BEING ALL WHACK!
WRISTS CUT, VEINS, CHAINS, LEASHED,
BEING A GOOD BOY….
NEVER STIFF, GET MY DRIFT, SO ON MY
WAY TO FIND MY TEENAGE DREAM, TO
CREAM ON ME, PLEASE……
I AM TIRED OF YOUR CLOUDY LOOKS,
WANT MY LIPS TO BE PASTY TASTY,
GROW A DAISY…..
I WALK IN FIELDS WHERE ANGELS
DOZE, FINGERS BRUSHING THE SUN
ONCE AGAIN….
*Digital Art by iya-chen*
PRETTY LETTERS ON THE TIP OF THE TONGUE, MAKE
YOU CUM….
TO WALK TALL, BACK ARCHED NAKED, BARE, IF
YOU LISTEN, I GLISTEN…..
TO CRAWL TO YOU, ON ALL FOURS, ASS IN THE AIR,
OUR EYES DANCING, PRANCING….
I AM COMFORTABLE IN MY SKIN, TO WIN YOUR
HEART….
I WANT THE SUN TO YELLOW ME IN SMILES
AND LAUGHS, TO STREAK ME IN GOLD….
THE MOON TO SEDUCE ME IN SMUDGES,
SHADOWS LEFT WHERE SIN HAS BEEN
TO TALK LIKE A QUEEN, LEAN AND MEAN,
NOT TO BE SHY, TO CRY OR DENY, BUT TO BE
ME IN ALL MY MOODY COLORS, NEVER BLURRING
OR BLEEDING, BUT TO KNOW MY PLACE WITHOUT HASTE!
PoeticDarkness 