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Her shirt hugged the cream to the welts.
Everything ached like a vulnerable nerve from a cavity that’s brokeness has been invaded. A whip on the back, chest, and rear.
The desire to please and revere above her own regard. When had it gotten this far?
The never ending cycle of used and then cutoff. A cycle she could not seem to get enough of.
She sat without the presence of neither of her ma...
The snowflakes danced their final waltz,
A silent ballad in the fading light.
The girl stood by the frosted pane,
Her heart as cold as winter's bite.
She longed for spring's sweet resurrection,
For sunbeams to thaw her icy core.
"Perhaps," she whispered to the wind,
"The sun will mend what's torn.’’
But spring arrived with timid steps,
Its golden touch upon the earth.
The crocus bloomed, the rob...
He looked human.
His face of agony, desperation, fear, all of the human feelings.
It’s my duty, to protect others.
But I think I might’ve killed someone.
I saved a man but killed many in doing so.
Is that human? I doubt it.
I honestly doubt that the fire would do well in burning him.
Was he human in the end?...
I feel a bit like the man who left the cave
Who told his friends their shadows were not all
Yet they seemed content to be enslaved
Gawking at the visions on the wall
But as I leave the cavern a free man
I cannot help but turn back towards my friends
There is bliss in what they cannot understand
A happiness I now can never feel again...
I see people on the internet,
Talking about tactics of manipulation,
To get a guy obsessed with them or something.
I don’t think it’s funny,
I don’t think it’s cool.
I have been on the receiving end.
This does not breed happiness.
I just really fucking hate you.
I wonder if that’s where you got your material from.
It felt awfully familiar.
You’re never too young to meet an emotional abuser.
The h...
Here in my room, shadows creep across the wall,
The flickering candlelight paints them ever so tall.
And as the candle weeps tears of wax,
Your presence dissolves, intensifying my wail.
Your picture, a ghost, on the nightstand resides,
A faded smile, a love that subsides.
Ghost of a cigarette, smoke lingers in the air,
Your scent lingers too, but you just aren’t here.
The ashtray overflows, a ...
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her mom never calls
so she takes shopping trips to some malls
pushing all the bad thoughts away
since her mom didn't let her stay
crashing at her friends place
and accidentally knocked over the vase
once again kicked out
leaving her in doubt
so bad things she did
and into a corner she slid
regret and pain floated around
until one day she fell on the ground
a person would think, "what...
I got my tarot read today
I’ve been told
That I’ve healed
But why does that seem to lie
So I walked home alone
And relived the memories we used have
Walking down the street
Kissing in the parking lot
Dates in the local cafe
Dancing in the record store
Looking at the pictures
On the wall
Us holding hands
Us getting married
Us in France
Us learning a new hobby
I can still feel it now
Dancing in...