My writings are normally focused to provoke thoughts and make you think. They tend to be more melancholy.
Day and Night. The dark and then the light. The dark is a bitter bite. Taking away any fight. Across the hills you can hear my cries. A shaking scream into my mind. Inside me my soul dies.
Look through this dark window Through it you can see my soul There is only a small glow The rest is a gaping hole Here in this place, I am missing a face This realization is tainted with distaste...
Buried under this ground The preserved remains of an organism How it got there remains a schism It no longer makes a sound Some beliefs are based on faith Others based on little proof So we dig...
Let's play a game of Russian roulette Put away fame and you're all set Have no shame to let yourself soar Blow your brains onto this dirty floor The wheel spins around the bend One of us to hell it...
He laughs and screams. My skin tears at the seams. Slather on the lotion. Drink the deadly potion. Trail your fingers on my skin. You commit this terrible sin. Upon my crevices goes your tongue.
Stop. Stop and relax. Stop worrying about anything and everything. Now count. Count the seconds that are passing before your eyes. 1 2 3 4 5 All these seconds. So short, yet so sweet.
I woke with a start. My legs jerking upwards and I reached back with my arms trying to pull myself up. Why was everything white. Everything was fucking white.
I try to fend off the cold all around Its ominous presence in the background. I try to hide but I am found. It slowly kills me without a sound.
This is a poem I wrote to my Girlfriend. Please don't be all "Oh how generic." Or "Too Sappy" leave it at what it is.
Burning in the crystal fragrance of being left alone. I try to not think of what is home. The friends and phases I'll never know. Emotions turn into a firework show.
Don't blindly follow what they say. The truth is hollow and easy to sway. You swallow their lies every day And wonder why the sky will never change. Don't conform because they tell you.
Here is a short story I wrote yesterday. It isn't exactly polished so if it doesn't seem like it is, it's because it isn't. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
#acrostic C hanging myself for the better. H appy again, not under the weather. A ging and maturing at a good pace. L etting go and restarting the race. L onging for something more.
Wish a wish upon a star Wish a wish for who you are Wish to be forever free Or perhaps to sail away at sea Wish to become someone else Or maybe not and stay yourself Wish for love to find you...
This is a short story I wrote not too long ago. I hope you guys like this. _____________________ Once upon a time, before life, there was a object called Hate.
I hold the metal in my hand The cold and glint of a one true friend To sow the hurt that will not mend Press down hard, hold on tight It's going to be a long long night It cuts, it bites, it breaks...