‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ do i contribute or do i destroy? ‎ ‎ give me your heart, the world is cruel and i am afraid one day i will become something else something more, at a surface level, a pride in the scars. ‎ ‎ ‎ part of me is perhaps ‎ ‎ already empty ‎ ‎ ‎ ...

1. We was at the beach. Our feet was in the sand. You complained that it was getting in between your toes and it felt uncomfortable. The sea was roaring. Crashing yet lightly reaching the shore. You got sunburn. It wasn't a good time. 2. You said that you don't deserve me. A blanket was...

Dawn is creeping through your windows, Pouring light onto your bed, Laurels whisper all their sorrows, Lies come streaming through your head. The incense fills your mind with visions In the form of cigarettes, The future does not hold solutions, Only feelings of regret. You sit and think and stum...

I still the day we saved that hummingbird. He fell from the ledge without knowing how to fly. His brother didn’t survive His mother never came back. We fed him with a syringe, wrapped him in a box. He lived with us until we were no longer needed. c...

Chatoyant eyes in the sunlight, a sweet shade of brown. I didn't know that she is tolerant to five glasses of red wine. I seem like a lightweight to her. She presses the glass to her lips — the wine carefully breaching the brim, a gulp one after the other as if she has nothing to do that day. ...

CW: Mentions of drug use "We pray for hope, embrace curses, and protect you from the dark. We're magical girls." - Homura Akemi Her lungs are coated in tar. Sticky and black. She smokes 20 cigarettes a day. Two packets a day She drowns in vodka shots and cocaine...

🏳‍ :rainbow: :sparkles: ❈ ✦ ❈ :sparkles: 🏳‍ :rainbow: I don’t glow like a movie kiss. More like— screen glare at 2AM bliss. Romance? Tried it. Was mid. Next, dismissed. I’ve crushed, sure, but boredom took the lead. Skipped heartbreak, chose a nap instead, indeed. Can I be both "hot" and...

This is the end of me, you and everything. I am dying to hear one more 'I love you' before we all to turn into ash. The bird chirping are droning out all the people screaming and planes are crashing. Everything is breaking around us, just like you and me did. I hide under my blanket, hoping al...

cw: cursing, misidentity She poured her charm in a crystal cup, told me, "Darling, drink me up." She thought I’d fall— and I did, I guess— but not the way she meant it, yes. I liked her lips, and I liked her laugh, but not enough to split in half. She called it love. I called it nice. She turne...

We go into a ramen place – it was busy and loud. You could smell the ramen, bubbling away in the back. Scents salty then savoury then nutty; a cacophony of smells yet it all belongs together. In the air, I could already taste it before it hit my taste buds. The scalions, the cooked ...

.. Love is just an imagination, Which doesn't belong in this real world, It just works as a , You hold her hand when you need it most. Then time changes, Attraction turns into dependence, You're tied to a person, Whom ...

Today, I took the road less traveled I stepped ever so gently Keeping a pace that stretched From foot falls in time Twists and turns I fumbled I fell Upon concrete sidewalks unapologetic for its purpose I kept off the grass that beckoned to be trod upon I am alone with nothing to detain this Wand...

T.W Dated : in darkness; a crumbling faith. ( I am. I am. I am. ) a tear stained paper; moistened but her fingertips never left any prints. I am the burner from where the smoke starts; slithering like a snake up this deliberation of a life. I am the p...

Artwork is my own. The stillness crawls over me Like centipedes, down the cracks and creases I don’t know how to be What to feel, when the feeling deceases The emptiness is yawning, but the solitude does not falter I’m not raring against the bonds, or straining as hard against the halter I’ve got ...

Icarus, Icarus, Of tale and song, Caught in the claws of right and wrong, Mothers speak your tale with fright, Whilst you burn in your delight. Icarus, Icarus, Brave and fair, Seeking what was never there, Drunk on thoughts of being free, Dreaming days of liberty. ...

Thus she swam tirelessly in that dark lake Longing for reprieve, a sliver of hope With one kind act, how could mine heart not shake? You were a silken thread, a heaven-sent rope ‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ ݁˖ . ݁ Clung to it lik...

I like to kiss the rim of cups That steam with warmth on frosted nights, Cracking lips on porcelain Fill me with numbing delight. I'll lift the cup towards my chin And take the first, shallow sip, Sweetened poison, yes I know, I recall the feeling on my lips. It makes ...

Poetry form: free verse I love art yet I am not a painter and never will be. I am a poet. A poet that can't tell the truth in words. A poet who's words don't make sense. A poet who can't tell people that I love them. That is just how poets are. Hurt, pain filled people who are traumat...