A shadow sneaks across the room
fading and disappearing
from the realm of reality
slipping from existence
no one notices
the life assocaited with
the soul that quivers
at the sound of their voice
I am broken, buried deep
beneath these secrets, a part of
me, wall surround me, closing in
but what happens in the end?
a flash of light
and suddenly
I'm not the girl
I used to be
I will rise above
the tongues dripping with
the bitter juice of
deceit and anger
higher than the words shouted
to mock and kill the hope
of a better future
to bring others down
Yet, I am still broken
a lost soul trying
to find its way home.
Dying, injured from the
wo
I wake up shaking
trying to forget the terrors I saw.
HE was there,
taunting me through it all.
I lay back down and look to my left,
HE is still there.
I try to escape but I realize
HE is everywhere.
I close my eyes
and dream about my fortress
my safe haven
where nothing can hurt us.
Baby you save me
from all my fears
even when I start to drown
in my own tears
You're my knight in shining armor
baby, there is nothing we can do
except fight for this cause
I love you.
Deep down inside
you may see
a couple of scratche
and bruises.
But they mean nothing
just scars from the past.
Of years spent
searching for something
I could never have.
Trying to fill the voids
of something I've lacked.
Paranoid, yet hoping
I thought I had it in my grasp.
But I've learned not to blink
because time travels too fast.
Something special
something new and unique.
It filled every void
and it reached every peak.
But yet I forgot
and started to blink.
And I lost my grip
was alone once again.
But there is more than just a scratch,
there is a giant hole in me.
You weren't just another babe
you were so much mo
I don't understand it myself
The flower that opens
But just enough to get a glimpse inside
Then it closes before it can see the mess.
Before the viewer can see the true ugliness
Hidden behind the fake beauty;
To see the scars left from those previous.
I guess it's just a part of nature
To hide
To close in on itself when others are around.
The beauty of the secrets hidden within, kept hidden from the rest of the world.
Not ready yet to show who they really are.
To wonder if people will still like it;
For its true self.
Have you ever wondered how the world sees you?
I've got my own little monster
coiled in my head
it's what keeps me living
but what also makes me dead
A black hole
taking everything in
spitting nothing out
a never ending hunger
to know more
to take more
to destroy more
with nothing to stop it
a parasitic disease
sucking me dry
from the inside out
to the point of insanity
only one thing to stop it
to create a hope for the future
the only thing that helps
is being near you
Silence,
it speaks
louder than words.
The words I could never say
scream out into the silent night.
No one to listen,
no one to hear.
Only the repeating echos
of the truth inside,
the voices I can't ignore,
and everything I hide.
The words I don't dare to speak,
slip out
and leave traces
of all I meant to say.
You're music to my ears by musiclover422, literature
Literature
You're music to my ears
You're like a song on the radio
I just can't get you out of my head
I hit replay
Just to hear it again
Every line
And every verse
Memorized
And rehearsed
So simple the tune
So sweet the words
All my thoughts
will now be heard
I just need a few minutes
It won't take that long
I'll sing it for you
Cause babe your my favorite song
its a weird feeling
going from excruciating pain
to feeling nothing at all
to not even realizing whats going on
not even being here anymore
then going back to excruciating pain
its so unbearable
im surprised ive lasted this long
but i dont know how much longer i can last
as i slowly fade away
from humanity
drifting to insanity
and just slowly disppearing from your life
in hope that it will be better
cause im tired of screwing it up.
but i dont know which id prefer
cause at least when i feel pain
i still know where i stand
but you get so used to feeling numb that its normal to you
which would you chose?
The night of all nights by musiclover422, literature
Literature
The night of all nights
Do you remember
when we talked about our fairytale?
How you were the prince and I was your princess
all the dragons were slain
tonight was the night
of all nights
as we danced til everyone else
disappeared
and it was just you and me
remember when we said it was a dream
both of us thinking we were the lucky one
never wanting to wake up
never wanting to let go
promising we would hold on tight
tonight was the night
of all nights
as we danced til everyone else
disappeared
and it was just you and me
as we danced together
all throughout the night
and how you held me close
when i was starting to cry
everything felt so right
r
As I sit here
and the tears silently roll down my cheeks
I think of all the other times
I cried myself to sleep.
The pain I get
just makes me want to disappear
to be gone
forever
never to return and mess up your life once more.
I've already messed it up enough.
would you even care?
if I was gone forever?
would you want a goodbye first?
No, why would you?
Anyway heres my last thing to say
my final goodbye
I just want you to know that I love you
thats why I always held back
I always have loved you and always will
the only thing true to my heart
but impossible to obtain
I love you, don't miss me later
enjoy you're life cau
A shadow sneaks across the room
fading and disappearing
from the realm of reality
slipping from existence
no one notices
the life assocaited with
the soul that quivers
at the sound of their voice
I am broken, buried deep
beneath these secrets, a part of
me, wall surround me, closing in
but what happens in the end?
a flash of light
and suddenly
I'm not the girl
I used to be
I will rise above
the tongues dripping with
the bitter juice of
deceit and anger
higher than the words shouted
to mock and kill the hope
of a better future
to bring others down
Yet, I am still broken
a lost soul trying
to find its way home.
Dying, injured from the
wo
I wake up shaking
trying to forget the terrors I saw.
HE was there,
taunting me through it all.
I lay back down and look to my left,
HE is still there.
I try to escape but I realize
HE is everywhere.
I close my eyes
and dream about my fortress
my safe haven
where nothing can hurt us.
Baby you save me
from all my fears
even when I start to drown
in my own tears
You're my knight in shining armor
baby, there is nothing we can do
except fight for this cause
I love you.
Deep down inside
you may see
a couple of scratche
and bruises.
But they mean nothing
just scars from the past.
Of years spent
searching for something
I could never have.
Trying to fill the voids
of something I've lacked.
Paranoid, yet hoping
I thought I had it in my grasp.
But I've learned not to blink
because time travels too fast.
Something special
something new and unique.
It filled every void
and it reached every peak.
But yet I forgot
and started to blink.
And I lost my grip
was alone once again.
But there is more than just a scratch,
there is a giant hole in me.
You weren't just another babe
you were so much mo
I don't understand it myself
The flower that opens
But just enough to get a glimpse inside
Then it closes before it can see the mess.
Before the viewer can see the true ugliness
Hidden behind the fake beauty;
To see the scars left from those previous.
I guess it's just a part of nature
To hide
To close in on itself when others are around.
The beauty of the secrets hidden within, kept hidden from the rest of the world.
Not ready yet to show who they really are.
To wonder if people will still like it;
For its true self.
Have you ever wondered how the world sees you?
I've got my own little monster
coiled in my head
it's what keeps me living
but what also makes me dead
A black hole
taking everything in
spitting nothing out
a never ending hunger
to know more
to take more
to destroy more
with nothing to stop it
a parasitic disease
sucking me dry
from the inside out
to the point of insanity
only one thing to stop it
to create a hope for the future
the only thing that helps
is being near you
Silence,
it speaks
louder than words.
The words I could never say
scream out into the silent night.
No one to listen,
no one to hear.
Only the repeating echos
of the truth inside,
the voices I can't ignore,
and everything I hide.
The words I don't dare to speak,
slip out
and leave traces
of all I meant to say.
You're music to my ears by musiclover422, literature
Literature
You're music to my ears
You're like a song on the radio
I just can't get you out of my head
I hit replay
Just to hear it again
Every line
And every verse
Memorized
And rehearsed
So simple the tune
So sweet the words
All my thoughts
will now be heard
I just need a few minutes
It won't take that long
I'll sing it for you
Cause babe your my favorite song
its a weird feeling
going from excruciating pain
to feeling nothing at all
to not even realizing whats going on
not even being here anymore
then going back to excruciating pain
its so unbearable
im surprised ive lasted this long
but i dont know how much longer i can last
as i slowly fade away
from humanity
drifting to insanity
and just slowly disppearing from your life
in hope that it will be better
cause im tired of screwing it up.
but i dont know which id prefer
cause at least when i feel pain
i still know where i stand
but you get so used to feeling numb that its normal to you
which would you chose?
The night of all nights by musiclover422, literature
Literature
The night of all nights
Do you remember
when we talked about our fairytale?
How you were the prince and I was your princess
all the dragons were slain
tonight was the night
of all nights
as we danced til everyone else
disappeared
and it was just you and me
remember when we said it was a dream
both of us thinking we were the lucky one
never wanting to wake up
never wanting to let go
promising we would hold on tight
tonight was the night
of all nights
as we danced til everyone else
disappeared
and it was just you and me
as we danced together
all throughout the night
and how you held me close
when i was starting to cry
everything felt so right
r
As I sit here
and the tears silently roll down my cheeks
I think of all the other times
I cried myself to sleep.
The pain I get
just makes me want to disappear
to be gone
forever
never to return and mess up your life once more.
I've already messed it up enough.
would you even care?
if I was gone forever?
would you want a goodbye first?
No, why would you?
Anyway heres my last thing to say
my final goodbye
I just want you to know that I love you
thats why I always held back
I always have loved you and always will
the only thing true to my heart
but impossible to obtain
I love you, don't miss me later
enjoy you're life cau
I lie in wait to feel your love
Or to feel a damn thing at all.
I tried to care and love and build
But my peers only built me a wall.
I escaped the fire and the torment
But my heart has far lost its shape.
I finally washed ashore from the sea
But from my bindings I cannot escape.
The ocean taught me a few things
Most I hope I'll never need again.
But in case I lose everything else
I thank the waves for bringing me to a friend.
My dreams are filled with forgotten scenes
Of memories long since passed.
But with you around my nightmares cease
And create a peace I only hope can last.
You throw me tips of a simple fix
For this heart I let
Sweet and sensual,
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.
Seventeen (In Phases) by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
Seventeen (In Phases)
1.
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
2.
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday wh
You call it Judgement, We call it Sin by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
You call it Judgement, We call it Sin
Emily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.
She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.
Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She
Constructive Criticism by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
Constructive Criticism
"Tell me what you think."
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"..."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I know."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There
Dear Stars,
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have su
A Snowfall Candlelit by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
A Snowfall Candlelit
My version of winter has always been flawed. It is controlled by the fall of snow and the exact amount of the ground it covers. It never ever covers the tiny little patch in the garden, right near the broken tin roofed shed. I suppose that is why I just like the idea of snow. But I do not love it.
(Realisation: I suppose that little corner represents the only part of me that even I cannot love.)
I met a man with candle lit wolf eyes and a strong, warm lion heart, who tells me Sea God stories before disappearing into a cold, cold winter's morning, fog cloaking his very essence.
(Addendum: Sometimes I think of five a.m. coffee, and wonder if
I don't deserve to be an artist.
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights
I've got to say this is the toughest thing I've ever done! Facing my biggest fear every single day is so draining but it needs to be done. Maybe one day it won't even be a fear anymore. Until I just gotta keep fighting.