Bloodline lies thicker than layers of dirt,
Spouting comforters to cover up the truth,
They say water erodes,
Yet restores the circle,
Today papers and artwork with water stained memories were discove...
So this is what it's been all about Bertha G?
It's been about you wanting to come out and see?
To swim in the rivers and sit among trees?
You evil bitch! How dare you play with me
I've been in pain is...
If goodness is a weakness
Then hatred a better attribute,
A Narcissistic feature
The only language this world computes
Automaton in various colors
Tin men with heartless intentio...
See I'm destined for great things
And I believe it wholeheartedly Or else I'd never grasp
The writing a part of me A blessing, to some a gift
Or rather, it is a curse
It's the first thing that I turn ...
They flee her mind,
But they sit like boulders in her chest.
She’s waited 18 years for this moment.
18 years long years spent reading textbooks about everything from
The anatomy of the human...
Why are you depressed?
You have no reason to be. You have a home. You have food, and you have me.
You have a father and siblings and a million reasons to be happy. So why make me bitter with your tear...
I wish I could be twenty something
so I could
be the right
girl for you. Twenty two;
the same age
and be the white girlfriend
with the nose ring.
that she's had
since you both
Do not doubt what I know that I am about.
Nothing will bring frustration to my soul than pain.
It's truth that pain will start my gain. No fixing is what I want, for it must adapt to a hurtful soul.
It must be fun. The act you play. You see social media these days lets you portray whatever false pretense you wish to present. You aren’t like the others right? You respect women. A feminist even. Oh...
It crawls out of the darkness and gazes at you with its dead white eyes.
It licks its lips and grins at you with razor-sharp teeth.
It sneaks up on you when you're content with yourself.
It cackles at...
The feeling I get when you’re Pressed up against me is like
When you burn yourself on Purpose; the first few seconds Feel amazing, the sizzle of skin,
The incredible smell of burning and flint and lig...
Some nights I still stare out of my
Window from halfway across my
Room, the worn down carpet still
Imprinted with the soles of two pairs
Of feet, and I could almost feel myself
Sink into and drown in ...
I can feel it. Inside my body, like a pit in my stomach. What is it?
It grows bigger, upward up my spine and across my shoulder blades and somehow at the same time it infects my chest. Yet still it is...
I remember being 6-years-old and sharing not only a room, but a bed with my mother. Spending the cold winter nights in her dark warm arms.
Listening to her harsh yet soothing snore in spring.
Her sun kissed skin smelled of daisies and vanilla
her hair, threads of brown sugar silk; her lips, made of honey and milk; her eyes, evergreen trees
and autumn leaves.
She scratched every na...
I’ve scaled tall trees for their nectar, some more bitter than sweet. The fruit of some more rewarding than others, but to know the taste, to know its dance across my tongue,
that would be enough for ...
Warning! If you are close to the one you love this poem may excite you to nymphomania. If you are taking any drugs that alter the senses, it is advised to wait three days as this poem is so hot it may...
My room is cold as the ink spills from my pen to the floor, creating colours and shapes that never existed before this night started to go downhill so fast you'd swear it was an inverted incline. Melo...