'Look what you made me do' he said. Eyes narrowed, threads of dread, A warm cheek on a frozen heart, Trails of red, blue and purple, How did I get here? Self-medicating the denial, Constantly on trial, How did I get here?
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The Red Wave
She numbed her pain with waves of red, Anything to to quiet the voices in her head Her eyes branded with pain and a heavy heart, Too tired to fight for a new start Anchored by fake love and promises old, How long would it's claws keep hold?
What Did I Find?
I cast a net, And what did I find? Besides love and regret, I cast a net, And what did I find? Just your heart, cold and unkind.
Sign of the times.
It's a sign of the times, We look at each other with passing thoughts, We never really share or think to say, With each passing day do we try and get better? Are we bitter? There are some words even our hearts and minds can't convey.
Meeting People.
I haven't wrote a blog like this in a while. I've been going through a creative wave and writing poetry instead! I've found lately that I've reached a whole new level of introspection, with my views and perspectives rapidly changing with each day. I found that a few years ago, when I met people I … Continue reading Meeting People.
The Fray.
Her heart longed for peace and greener pastures, Little did she know, this was just the start of the rapture. As life clawed at the edges of her soul, She felt herself fray, As she surrendered to the unknown- life's mundane shades of grey.
The Secret
The secrets we keep, Entombed in your eyes, A silent exchange of unspoken words, Bound by a promise not to speak, As you carry the burden of this soul, You dare not utter- no time to fall weak.
