innocent girl saw an angel he was beautiful she had never seen anything so wonderful. ~ there came a time where she left him for another boy he became lonely rejected, abandoned he felt like he didn’t belong in this world that was once colourful his soul had been torn apart by the girl that he once knew and had come to love. but no more. nothing could save him, as the darkness ripped him apart; to pieces. the shadows had swallowed him whole.
the feeling of despair and sadness seep through my brain, slowly creeping into the back of my mind, leading my thoughts to a sudden stop. oh. my hands rush to the tissues, taking two or three at once. hurriedly wiping at the spilled coffee that quickly spread over my computer. the screen flickers on to off off to on screen flickers once more, before giving a sigh, a sputter, and then black.
I’m so tired, so incredibly tired that I no longer wish to wake up in the morning. I want to sleep, but sleep isn’t going to fix anything because no matter how many hours i nap away I’m going to wake up tired.
My Last Loss I’m looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. After a long life of accumulated regrets and losses, there’s one final loss waiting for me. It can’t be avoided, and I’ve had plenty of time to consider what must ultimately become of me. The worst torture of life might be the knowing that you’ll die. There’s one consolation. It will be my last loss.
She was beautiful, But not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so She did not have hair that dripped gold Her eyes were not the color of the cold sea Her smile was crooked and bent Her lips were chapped and thin She did not have a gentle laugh Nor did she speak humble thoughts But she was beautiful In the way wind dances in hair And in the way shy lovers hold hands She was beautiful in the way of Morning air And black coffee And the love poems That live in each broken heart Spilling red oil, into blue lungs Suffocating happiness right out of its shell And she was beautiful Because she refused to taste sadness Even when that was the only thing she had left to eat.
I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That looked at me took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heart ache from the pain Take up my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the pain