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Dream

"I want to sleep for the rest of my days, because in my dreams is the only place where I have you alone for me and with me; where your love belongs to me and only me."

He held her cold hands, with the intention of heating them as he wore them slowly towards his face. Seeing the confusion in his gaze, he clarified.

"Do not confuse, my beautiful lady, dream forever and dying, then, I do not want to die, but neither live without you, then I will allow myself to dream."

She opened her mouth slightly to refute, but no complaint came out. He continued to extend his idea, in a more delicate, almost ironic tone if it was compared to the message.

"And if I were dying, we both know that your purity will take you to a clear paradise, instead, me, perverse and broken, I deserve a darker destination, if it exists. Rotound irony, as I'm separated from the love of my life, even in death."

original work, I think I'm projecting haha

Heal yourself while destroying me. 

It’ll be fine.

It’ll be okay.

It will be...

You’re a Queen When No One is Watching-

Why is it, in the late darkness of night,

When beasts roam my bedroom floor and monsters reach out from beneath my bed,

When everyone sleeps, but for the wild imagination lurking behind my eyes,

When I’m at my loneliest and most vulnerable,

My most wild, euphoric, depressed, inspired and wisest self,

That I am at my most beautiful?

When I decide I will no longer attempt to succumb to sleep’s blissful embrace,

When I enter a room with Alice’s looking glass,

And see the circles beneath my eyes, the gentle curve of my lips, and sharp lines of my once full face,

Why do I look like a goddess of war, the judge of your soul beyond death, the unstoppable, raging force of a true queen...

Why does the real me choose to show herself when there is no one there to see the rawness of being a real human being...

When no one is there to love the part of you that you love yourself.

The you you hide,

To save that last little bit of light from the darkness of others...

Take this body I'm imprisoned in,

This prison of flesh and fat

encasing me in something that feels so foreign

these breasts, that still haunt me

always stuck on my chest

reminding me no matter what

That this prison I live in is still female.

Take this skin I wear.

That's not light enough for it to be white.

but too white to be black

this skin that’s made of nightmares and scars

reminding me of all these nightmares, I've lived through.

Take these hands that are so rough and cracked.

Never to be soft enough for any of my lovers

where these jagged nails

are torn enough to rip and tear my cracked skin

Take my hair that’s too white.

To hold these curls of my ancestors

but still too black for my mother's beautiful red locks

take my voice.

That still shakes and cracks at the words,

I've had trapped in my throat.

Burning it raw and ragged

Making it so any words that I still manage to speak

are caked in the blood and pain

of the effort, it took to let me free.

child of grey

My father was of ebony. My mother of ivory I am the child of grey. Not enough ebony to be of my father To little ivory to be with my mother

My heart was of half-ice. A cold so unfeeling So a cold almost to the point of burning, never enough feeling to care my head half of snakes calculating and cruel always planning and waiting for the perfect moment to strike

My heart is made of half gold. Tender and caring beautiful and full of love, perfect to suit you my head half made of fire burning hot, always craving for something to fuel it unpredictable and starving for its next game

I am the child of grey. With the head of flame and scales calculating and unpredictable, Ready to strike and always to keep you on edge. And my heart of ice and gold blinding you with its beauty, while slowing killing you with its burning ice

i love you

I have loved you since We were young. barely old enough to even understand what love even was. the feeling of pure and utter devotion I had felt for you before I fully realized How much love would ruin me. How much it would kill me Tearing me apart, never letting me go Stealing away my heart, never giving it back

be proud

You tell me to SPEAK UP. To be "proud of my words" Let them out into the world. Stand behind them, ready to defend them with my life. And my entire being and soul

but how am I supposed to be "proud" of my words when I haven't even learned how to be proud of my self

how am I supposed to be "proud" Of these words I say. When I've learned that they don't even matter They get shot down and ignored. Before they even got the chance to be spoken.

How am I supposed to be "proud" when I've seen how you react To the thoughts, I've put out. Putting my heart and soul into them and then getting to watch you kill them

to the sea

Take me to the sea. Where the air is crisp, and the smell of salt clings to it. Where the winds pull in the sound of the waves to the shore where I can finally hear them calling my name begging me to join them begging me to follow them into the deepest depths

Take me to the cliffs. where I can see the whole world in front of me with the deep sapphire sea stretching out to the horizon where it finally ends on the cliffs where the winds whip around me whispering those words of encouragement beckoning me to the edge telling me to take those last few steps To let those jagged rocks at the bottom welcome me home.

Take me to the forest. Where the trees swallow all the light leaving only the darkness to call my name inviting me to explore The air seems to be alive, swirling around me. Calling to me telling me to rest coaxing me to let the darkness and all the creatures in To let them devour me, control me. To guide me and welcome me home

haunted

I can still feel your fingers drifting down my skin as I still sit here after what seems like hours later they crawl down my neck, and back up my arms, through my hair. While your words, echo in through my ears with subtle warnings and orders no to be crossed.

dear adora, from elliott

To the little girl, I used to be do you remember all those nights when you would stay awake Thinking and dreaming up all those far away hopes and dreams You would stare up at the ceiling planning out how you would do it all

All those late nights Planning on how you would save the day Becoming that perfect superhero Swooping in to rescue everyone, Saving all the kittens from trees, Putting out fires Freeing your family from that living nightmare they would never wake from

Remember all those promises you would use to make Between you and the world outside that shitty apartment window Telling yourself it would get better, rehearsing it so much it was branded in your heart and brain Telling yourself those thoughts would go away That you could wake up And be the perfect daughter You would wake up and be a girl and believe it Your body would no longer feel so wrong

Spending all those nights and early mornings Praying to that god you were so hopelessly clinging to Begging him to make it all make sense Those thoughts stuck circling in your head All the worries and fears that had kept piling up Tangling themselves together

What would you think of me now if you saw who you became Would you be proud? Proud that I finally found myself That I had finally realized who I was Would you be happy? Happy that I had made it this far, Being able to finally make it to sixteen, even though you didn’t?

I guess you had been right when you thought you wouldn’t make it For me to make it, you had to die That I had to kill everything that you were Stealing away your name Cutting off those long curly locks, everyone had adored scarring that beautiful skin, that used to be your pride and joy

mama don’t you know

Mama, don’t you know your little baby is sitting in their room? Crying their eyes out screaming for help Screaming for you to help them Begging for you to love them for who they are

Mama, can’t you see the way they're pleading? How their pleading for you to love them For you to finally tell them they're good enough For you to please noticed this once how much they need you.

Mama, do you ignore the blank stares and the emptiness? The way they wear barcodes on their body       How no matter how much they try, they can't get you to love them

Mama, do you ignore all the blood and tears? Pretending you don't hear them crying out at night Acting like you don't notice the blood and bandages.

Mama do you spend your days looking for new ways to hurt them? You filled their heart with all your spite and hatred. Poisoning your little baby before they had a chance to grow Making them believe they were a weed Never let them be able to believe in anything else.

side show mirrors

You call me an attention whore.  Only because my heart screams out for any type of love  something you never gave  look me in the eyes.  And tell me. "I'm always craving attention."  All I could do was Laugh.  what you call craving attention I  call a cry for help.  Haven't you noticed that?  You never taught me.  how to ask for help

my anger

my anger is a cigarette with every hit, it pulls me in the rage fills my lungs like smoke killing me a little each time disdain exhaling like smoke disgust clinging like the smell of stale  cigarette contempt lingers in my mouth and on my tongue like the bitterness of menthol repulsion circling around the air, smothering  those around me like the smoke

her cravings

The girl craved depravity. She loved it in her twisted way. Loved how it made her feel The way it felt as the darkness consumed her. How it crept through her veins stealing its way into her heart making it's self its own little home inside her heart. Whispering their tales of the demented and cursed screaming the depths of its madness into her heart. Corrupting her, molding her, stealing her Twisting her into a demented shell of her once pure self.

darling

Darling, I see your eyes sparkle with the light of a thousand stars  They shine light in my darkest night.  Darling, I see the gold in your veins  It glows with the ichor of our old gods.  Dripping down your fingertips From the gashes,  you made into them.  Darling, I see the night sky in your hair  the way it shines and moves with the utter darkness of the stars  darling, I see the sea in your mind  the way your mood changes like the tides  You rage like the sea.  And you hold your desire like the sea holds the creatures.  

take me

Take my lungs. watch me as I slowly.  Gasp for breath.  Have me begging for air.  while I slowly start to suffocate  my lungs start to cave 

Take my bones.  replace them with glass.  watch me as I shatter and break.  look at the crystal stained crimson  step on me while I'm already breaking  listen to the music of my whimpers of pain,  mixing with the sound of shattering glass 

i fear a cloudy day does miserable things for my ego, I feel far too proud when the sun doesn't shine

how can any human believe that they are the superior being?

staring into the eyes of the large and the small

the turn of the robins head and the beat of its wings when you approach

taking command of the skies in ways our bodies never could

the soft gaze of a heifer

one so large with such capacity

and yet

she has never committed any sin

such as i

these days i can only enjoy the tales of others despair

for the childhood stories of fantasy and magic and dragons no longer brings me joy

they call me to forever mourn my lack of ability to lift off the ground

of my craft never able to transfigure

of never being born a boy

I keep forgetting myself,

I keep forgetting my being,

my existence.

I keep forgetting my purpose,

I lose touch.

My body and soul disconnect,

I break myself over and over.

Everytime I feel this way,

I know it's time for a new chapter,

A new beginning,

A new voyage.

A journey to a new me.

-Anneshwa

Seal my honey drenched lips, with your petal soft kiss. Place your heaven made palm on my feather dulcet skin. Let them words flow from your poetic mouth, and let them become tattoos on my sacred back. Just like the sea rumbles for the the passionate moon, and so do, i for you.

Anneshwa Paul🌻

November 3rd, 2022. 12:30 a.m.

Please

I'm so tired

I can't keep this up.

These aren't my lungs

My heart beats for others

But I'm not done

My tears smother.

I want death to come peacefully

Wrap me in cloth

And talk to me gracefully.

Whisper to me as I fall asleep

In the arms of someone who cares.

The weight on my shoulders makes me buckle

But the pressure on my chest makes me chuckle.

No one knows

Life is No's

To curl up and die

I float

One final night

No more lies.

To pass on to the joyous chatter of party goers

Is the sweetest release when laughter is the final overture.

I spread myself too thin and my limbs are being stolen from me

Who or where has what

And why is it how it has to be?

Just,

Please,

Leave me alone.

Ok I was just chilling in my bed when my brain came up with this piece of poetry

In a sea filled with chaos and uncertainty are you a continent? A land that’s known to many, always there for others to lean on for security and a sense of safety.

Or are you an island? A small paradise known only to a few, however those that know you feel safe and secure in your presence.

Or are you just another boat on the sea searching for a continent or island to call your own.

I’m not a poet I’ve never come up with any sort of poetry before but I think this is beautiful!

can you see me?

can you see me?

under this vessel,

with borrowed time

can you see me?

beyond my eyes,

trying not to cry

can you see me?

behind the walls,

bewailing the past

can you see my

anxious mind,

buried in desmay

can you hear my

unspoken words,

pleading for help

can you see me?

hiding in the dark,

hoping to be found.

#i just wrote this shitty poem in the middle of the night #and im gonna post it because who cares

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there is a hole in my heart

it's bleeding, the veins come untangled

my arteries are exposed

still, it morbidly pulses, even in death's clutch

and it's shaped like you.

- reddestofscarves, 9:33am on january 20, 2024

I got bored so I wrote this poem

Fear

A feeling some run from

But some chase

The fear of pain

It aches in waves across the skin

Though constant deep in the cracks of bones

Pain felt from now where

Or pain felt from me

Though you are never scared of me

You close your eyes

Swallowed by the black abyss

Just feeling

I will break you

Your delicate skin

And fragile bones

Though they will never see the sun

Because you are stuck in a box

And I am the lock and the key

And when it comes to the moment where you must decide to let one more breath past, it's these little touches of colour that flash past your eyes...