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She was as vibrant as the sun.
Her smile was so bright and powerful it would heal the darkest of souls.
Her hair flowed freely like it would be a crime to pin it up.
Her golden waves cascaded down the back of her head in such a way that was mermerizing to perceive.
Her freckled skin looked as if it was kissed by the sun itself.
She was radiant.
A gleaming star shining so brightly it could blind those who aren’t careful.
I was careful.
I am always careful.
Once the light burns it burns out in the same breath.
I snuffed out her light.
I broke her so deeply she hasn’t smiled like she once did.
Once so bright; now so dark and cold.
As empty as the void of space is without it’s shining star.
The sun that used to be warm; is no longer there.
Her hair once always free as her spirit once was is now tied up in a mess atop her head.
The golden color that once radiated strength is now a muddy brown cold embrace.
She was my shining light, and I destroyed her.
**My heart once full of life ** **Ever flowing ** With the warmth of love **But now frozen solid ** **Like a river in the dead of winter ** **My only friend the wind ** Who never stops to say hello **But whisk furiously through me ** **O how i miss the warm sun **
**But cold and dead I shall remain **
I don’t like it this way My mind is in the wrong place I can’t think straight I don’t know if I want to
I can’t keep it clean anymore My thoughts My words My room
I Don’t wanna wake up I just want to sleep until I can’t sleep anymore and then I’ll sleep again
There is dishes on my desk cups and forks and plates Clothes on the floor Did i wear that yesterday?
I feel trapped my room is so small yet it holds so much pure emotion
Posters falling off the walls Painting chipping from the frame The door is creaky and the windows do not look the same
Have not brushed my hair Have not changed my clothes slept past noon Havnt left the house in a while
I know it seems dramatic But I am stuck here alone I don’t have depression So don’t take this the wrong way
I am lonely as can be Because no one wants to be friends with me I dont read anymore all i do is scroll
Help me get rid of this messy room Please help me pick up my shattered pieces I beg you to listen And maybe stay for awhile
Beneath the crescent’s silver light, Where shadows dance with stars at night, A forest stirs, its secrets deep, Where dreams awaken, yet never sleep.
The air is thick with whispered songs, A haunting tune where time belongs. Each leaf a rune, each branch a thread, Weaving tales of the living and dead.
A phantom glow through the mist does weave, Hints of wonders none believe. The trees bend low as if to bow, To unseen powers watching now.
The winds speak soft, in tongues arcane, Of ancient lore and hidden pain. A voice calls out, so sweet, so clear, It draws you close, it pulls you near.
But tread with care, oh wandering soul, For beauty here may take its toll. Enchantment waits with bated breath, A fragile line ’twixt awe and death.
And when the dawn dispels the haze, You’ll wonder if it was a maze, A fleeting spell, a siren’s plea, Or just a dream of mystery.
The unused cold grill, was turning flaming hot Who knew if the guests, would show or not
Mother dressed in her usual black, with death lace Eyes were present, but there was no smile on her face
Father didn’t arrive, but watched from the window below Looking up at the skies raining, red blood of new snow
Granny who was pushing, a hundred and two scary years Was laughing and telling tales, bringing us spooks to tears
Woolfie or also known as, little furry rascal of a brother He was raised in the woods, and found by our mother
As we all settled, down around the blazing fire flames of heat Our visitors or company arrived, expecting yummy things to eat
The waters were rising, each shallow breath hurt A pain of her making, no way to divert Her mind like a tapestry coming undone When the enemy came, she’d nowhere to run
The tidal wave washed out the girl from before Leaving a broken one, haunted by war A thousand calls went out, ‘please help me,’ she cried So they gave her some medals and claimed they had tried
But the wildfires were coming, they wanted her blood Too bad she was drowning in her own mind’s flash flood Her memories shackled her under the waves While water and flames carved out future graves
Once sharp as a needle, now terribly dull Her brain, once quite witty, now only half-full The visions of past lives bombarded her peace She held on too long, never could quite release
She was sinking in quicksand when he came to save her A detective of good faith, sentry’s connoisseur He showed her the path she’d never have found A way to escape all the evil abound
She started to see grace when he lit up the way His beacon of light shone day after day She borrowed his life vest til she’d made up her own He made sure she knew she was never alone
She couldn’t have made it without his great love Sin City’s own angel sent straight from above A window to freedom, a mind without strife His guidance allowed her to take back her life
You never quite know when you’re all that exists Between Death’s sharp scalpel and somebody’s wrists She’ll thank him forever he chose to intrude To bless and imbue her with his own fortitude
A life he has saved, a mind he has freed Once failing and broken, now poised to succeed She’s indebted forever, no thanks would suffice Because of his guidance, she’ll now get to rise
The velvet veil of night descends, A canvas where the quiet bends. The stars ignite in silver glow, Secrets ancient, whispers low.
The moon, a lantern hung on high, Guides lost wanderers through the sky. Its face, both gentle and austere, A beacon soft, a phantom near.
Owls in shadows, wide-eyed peers, Echo calls that prick the ears. Branches creak with spectral grace, The forest wears its darker face.
The city hums in muted tones, A restless heart of glass and stone. Neon glimmers pierce the black, Their siren songs pull travelers back.
Yet there’s a weight the darkness bears, A hidden depth, a host of cares. Sinister whispers ride the breeze, Shadows shifting among the trees.
But beauty and dread entwine as one, Until the first breath of the sun. For night reveals both awe and fright, The world unseen, cloaked in its night.
I am not sure The last time I felt Normal
Matter of fact what is normal anyway?
I am always in pain Thoughts never stop going through my brain It never STOPS
My mind and my body they ache they creak they scream for mercy
What is normal? Is is calm? Is it quiet? Is it nice?
I really want to know what normal feels like because i dont know the last time i felt normal
Not since I was diagnosed with diabetes at 7 but no one understands that i didnt cause it
No one gets that sugar wasnt the issue and that i have a dead organ inside
I havent felt normal not since I was diagnosed with POTS at 14
Not since I was diagnosed with Anxiety at 10
Not since I was diagnosed with Adhd and OCD at 11
Not since my body starting hating me even though I already hate myself
I dont know what normal feels like ever since normal started to feel like nothing at all