Heartbeat

His eyes close

My heart sinks

What was one

Now became none.

No longer do we stand together.

We become seprate.

His body lies steady

Mine sits shaky

No longer do we share the same beat

For his is dead and mine is weak.

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Holocaust

Everyday I am awakened,

With eyes the color of glowing coals,

With a soul,

Full of almost no hope,

Everyday I am weakened,

With a body of skin and bones,

With the weight of only 70 pounds,

Everyday I am to work,

Glacial winds envelope my body,

When rules are broke ,

So becomes my bones,

Beaten,

Stabbed,

Or shot,

In the end,

It’s all the same,

I no longer feel pain,

I no longer feel misery,

Numbness fills my body,

I start to see the fire,

The 24-hour smoke,

Suffocating me with memories,

No longer can I bare this,

Everyday I was awakened,

Today I am forever asleep,

Today I was not beaten,

I was only forgotten,

My name will remain unknown,

For I am with out a proper head stone.

Home

Home is where I stay

There is no way

I will stray

For my house

Is where I will be

For everyone to see

Faster

Inhale

Electricity

Rushing threw my veins

Jittery hands

Tweaking muscles

Unfocused brain

Freaking out

Feeling insane

Where am I going

What am I doing

This looks cool

That is neat

Let’s do this

Hurry

I’m crashing

Slowly mashing

Everything’s jumbled

Running

I stumble

Mind fading

Fast

Faster

Fast…er

F..a..s..t..e..r

Frustrations

She pulled away mentally

But her body moved closer

She told her self no

But continued to hear yes

Contradictions in her brain

Left her confused

She knew what was right

And wrong

But her desires became

Overriding

She was falling

While fighting

But she was happy

For how inviting

It was to fail

To fall

And to need

Him.

Numb

Numb

Radiating from my fingers

Lingering up my arms

Swirling

From my stomach

Nerves on fire

Higher

Temperature

Rising

Senses dying

Brains overriding

Body’s glitching

Slowly

Losing

Better

I want to write,

I want to feel better.

Maybe there is nothing wrong with me,

I am just telling my self there is.

Maybe my brain secretly wants something wrong with me.

I am constantly wondering.

I am constantly writing.

 

Lost and forgotten

Some times things get lost

Some times things get forgotten

Some times no one cares

That your lost

Potentially forgotten

And maybe you just need

To feel something

Rather than the nothing

The empty

Gut wrenching

Feelings you have on the inside

Some times all it takes

Is a look

A word

Or an action

To take it all away

The struggle is finding

The one to take it away

And make you forget

That those lonely feelings

Even existed

She told me it was okay.

She showed me how to be.

She expressed how she felt deeply.

I forgot how to think for my self.

I became not enough.

I was an object moving in time.

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