There are no cries, no screams
Just scilence filled with desparate pleas
No release, no relief
Silent suffering for all eternity
Isn’t it so sad
The lack of divide
Between the good and the bad
Why isn’t the world mad
Knuckles bloody
Throats raw from shouts
Scars that won’t fade
What is this even about
A desolate waste
No mans place
No one around to hear
The suffering and fear
Rubble and ash
A ...
It was written all over her face, in the gaze she held, in the small frown the she couldn’t keep in. She desperately wanted to know what he was hiding from her. One would say she needed to know, they way living creatures need oxygen.
He, on the other hand, couldn’t figure out what she thought she knew. The truth would break her, but if he could figure out the fraction she was insistent on, he co...
Wanting to scream
Wanting to cry
Walking on a narrow beam
Can’t figure out why
Tears like rain
Rage like a hurricane
It’s a torrential storm
Being this torn
Throw a punch
Forget about love
Have a hunch
Darker than the sky above
Sobbing mess
Vengeful dress
Grant me one peaceful breath
Before I meet my death...
(This is one of my first attempts at poetry and I have no clue if I counted the syllables correctly but enjoy!)
My beloved star
You are the eternal light
In my darkest times
I will love you forever
My sun, my hope, my one desire
How you look at me
Seems like a fragment of dream
While I hold your heart
I can give nothing in return
You need stars, I am the moon...
TW: Death
I’m unsure which of my senses returned first. If it was the gunshot that startled me back into consciousness or the grass prickling my skin or the numbness seeping into my bones. At this point I’m not sure it matters.
It all feels disjointed, like when you wake up from a vivd dream and for a couple seconds can’t distinguish whether or not you’re still dreaming. I don’t believe I dream...
