this is the kind of
sadness
that spills ink,
and today I am
completely tattooed.
I'm the kind of art
nobody understands--
not because it's deep or complicated
or anything worthwhile,
but because it was designed
by a mind under fire.
I am a creation with potential
annihilated by something
dark and too selfish to pinpoint.
I am dipping my resolve
in the river styx,
immortal but for its corners
where my fingertips rest.
I am forging my spiked edges
into armor with substance.
I was always the girl
chewing pens writing poetry
in the back of the classroom,
guess life is what you make it.
and being afraid is like a parasite--
left unchecked, it
when i first met you,
terror chilled down
the heat
of my
louisiana
spine.
i shivered
& my heart
began to build
walls over walls
over walls-
beating:
fuck this,
i won’t let them
hurt you, again.
i have a tendency
to get knocked
off my feet
& not know
how to get back up.
i’m still crawling around,
searching for your heart
beats under my bed
& between my tangled
sheets.
i am pathetic.
but,
you were all crooked,
misshapen insecurities
& nights of forgetting
to take your zoloft.
i didn’t think I would miss that.
i didn’t think I would miss you.
you fell like a meteor
for him, hours after
you demolished me.
& i ca
Y’know, you really bring out the worst in me.
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their sch
In my dreams
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her
I Used To Hate Myself by AngelofLight03, literature
Literature
I Used To Hate Myself
Did you know I use to hate myself?
I use to look at myself in the mirror,
And not like who I saw.
I wanted to change who I was,
And I wanted to be someone else.
I kept my pain to myself.
I never let anyone see that I was hurting,
Because I didn’t want the sympathy.
Everyone told me that I was pretty,
But that’s not what I saw when I looked in the mirror.
I hated my appearance,
I hated everything about myself.
I wanted straight teeth,
I wanted a flatter stomach,
I wanted to look prettier,
But still every time I looked in that mirror
I saw someone that I hated.
It took me years to finally accept who I was,
And what I looked like
not all humans go to heaven by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
not all humans go to heaven
cock it
april 23 2008
“bye mom. i love you so much, i swear
i’ll be home soon.”
“please, you’re only eighteen, you have your
whole life ahead of you, please
don’t throw it away.”
“i’m going, mom. i’m going overseas
but i swear i’ll be back before you
miss me. love you!”
aim it.
now
most nights he shakes himself awake
with the vision of bombs and fire and bullets
still imprinted on his eyelids.
he doesn’t know what to call them.
the dreams, i mean.
what do you call bad dreams when
you’ve already lived the nightmare?
his therapist says his problem
is he think
It Was All Just A Story by TheOneFallenAngel, literature
Literature
It Was All Just A Story
Simple You Said...
That's All It Was...
Tonight,
I'm Sitting Alone,
Reading Of A Girl,
With Luck And Looks,
Just Like Yours...
But She Doesn't Make The Cut...
At Times,
I Picture You Instead Of Her.
She Has Fantastic Friends,
A Loving Family...
But Of Course,
A Distant Lover As Well.
You Though...
You Have A Closer Lover,
He's Closer Than You Think...
You Just Don't Want To See Him.
When I Look Back,
Way...Back...
I See And Hear The Laughter,
The Tears Of Joy,
The Love...
I Invested All I Could,
With What Time I Had...
I Know Work Was In The Way,
But I Needed That Job...
To Pay For...For...
The Debt I Had To Pay,
Had To Be Paid,
Can't Y
You petitioned for residence
in my head.
I finally relented and you moved in.
It wasn’t as cramped as I thought
you helped keep the place clean.
You were angry
when you found my ex-girlfriends
living in the cupboard
but I explained that
I can’t get rid of them,
I hate them too much.
You promised that you understood
and sometimes I would see you
taunting them.
We lie together at night
you sing me songs
and run your fingers
through my hair.
In conversation
you call it your home.