will there be a heaven or hell?
will my sight fade, my hearing stop
will I leave this Earth for good?
notice how all of these are questions,
and none of them are answers
but I suppose I will find out soon
everything I have ever known
will be gone
I will never see a sunset
never run in the dark with friends
or will i?
how does this all work?
how could I be nothing?
how could everything keep going?
all my life I have only seen the world through my own eyes
it feels like my own personal place
I'm the girl who stays hushed in her room
Where my thoughts are dark and scary
The thoughts invade and are like parasites
Always saying mean things
Who am I?
I'm the girl that hopes that everything is ok
Scared that the darkness will consume
The world that she lives
Who am I?
I'm the girl that wants to die
But does not wish to give
The world the satisfaction that it seeks
It was a chip. A simple french-fry
spread in ketchup and mayonnaise,
revealing itself on a traffic-island
opposite the dry-cleaners. Wings pulled -
lowering to ground, it assessed
a simple strip of potato.
I have never liked gulls. Wing-span
the length of seizing arms;
looping the circumference of my
scalp. It would take what it wanted:
a chip; my mind. Poker-face -
it circled for death.
Catastrophe is about how I get angry when I don't mean it. How I say words I don't mean, then regret them later.
That's a lie.
This poem does not have a meaning.
Really nothing has a meaning, if you think about it.
Everything withers and dies eventually.
The strongest rock, the sharpest blade.
The rock will crack and disintegrate.
The blade will rust and crumble.
The mind will rot and tear itself apart.
The only thing that is truly eternal is time.
Time is forever.
Blood, red hot like fury, burning through her skin
Metal piercing not just her flesh, but her entire being
A single tear drips from her eye, cold, as if she were already dead
She wants to wrap her hands around her body
She wants to feel her warm skin, to tell herself she's still there
But the only warmth is that of the blood seeping from her veins
Draining out of her and onto the hard floor
And she seeps with it
She is no longer there
hi, i want to die.
well, okay.
LOVE YOURSELF MORE & SPREAD LOVE & LOVE & LOVE.
Time goes on
stalking a man
like a predator
goes after prey
When the time has come
let me go in peace
but until that time
let me do as I please
People make a target
of time yet to come
deciding for me
if I will be gone
The fear that this brings
just cannot be said
but this has a place
in my heart and head
When your heart is broken
Tears taste like soap
When you cry for people
They taste like the sea
And self-inflicted losses
Like nose bleeds
But when it's all three
You're dead.
It took me a while to realise
Deep in my self-loathing heart
That I didn't want to die
But I wanted life to start
I want to stop waking up early everyday
I want to sleep forever
I want to forget
I don't want to suffer anymore
Bright ringed and beautiful
coral . dry
and death rattle in a pig/sty
and in the belly of a pig,
dead. Yet
you are beautiful . ringed
turn of the wrist
whole arm in the belly of a pig.
And snake does walk out, turns
winter to spring
in a pig/s
eye fixed upon nothing.
The power that snake has
that pig should love him.
I'm dead
a bald skull
on a shelf.