Nature's IntimacyThe light insideSwells in darkness,Feeding in goreTo be handledBy the hands of Hell.Stricken downBy a lightning force,And dragged toBe fed by the wolves;Blaze bright withinAnd swallow whole;The darkness seenNeedn't be the last...Caress the sky,Bright with pain& Booming deep,Darkened secrets.Allow the sunTo burn away,Grieving darknessAs it decays.Listen to the moon,Lifted high in blackAnd chant a howl;It needn't be the last. ; )
Lilac WritingsInspiration swirls within me, arrays of faded blues and light pinks created the most heavenly purple to ever float on a bubble. It forms a shade not too heavy to float, but deep enough so as not to defy gravity. It's color seeps from within my openings, pouring over my lower lip. Revealed to the light, it drips heavily like ink onto the paper you read.
Escape It Through DreamsFall asleep and dream ofEcstatic faces never to beAcknowledged in thisDamned real-world...
Butterfly SmilesI cannot helpBut to shudderWhen you flashYour smile.My heart flutters,Spreading its wingsTo send butterfliesInto my belly.It makes me nervousAs it makes me proud;I love you so much,And even thoughI am dying inside:I'll be here by your side.Through every step,No matter how much fireIt creates from Hell.Remember how beautifulIt is to see you smile,And the way you makeEven your friends feel.You can call it an act,But you're so strong.(You're stronger than I,The one you look up to).I just wanted to say:These butterflies & meAre so proud to seeYou smile without pain.
Bipolar Disorder is like a Flame.She sits in the corner, her knees a burnt-hot white from how tight she squeezes her legs against her chest. The thumps sound in silence, as even she doesn't hear herself as she rocks into the wall. (Her position may be fetal, but she's no baby to be shaken). Her face shows the past: some scarred into her eyes, and others still dried upon her face from moments ago. Blank thoughts have brought her to a temporary end - a breakdown that not even tears can slip through. She continues her motionful stance, stuck in her routine, incapable of ever escaping it. She's a tamed fire: touch her, and you'll sizzle too. When she smiles, her teeth flash embers because one simple word can set her off - leaving her to flame on her own. Slowly, she burns herself away. Every thump sizzles her out as the tears evaporate off her skin; however, she can never let go, for even her stance burns white-hot.
(Don't) Let Me DieI want to slash my skin,Hang by a noose -I want to twist my joints,Feel them breakIn my last dance.I want to shred awayThe neuronsOf my brain,So it will stop.I want to scar myselfRight on my skinSo people can seeSuch real painIn it's non-glory.I want to die.Maybe thenPeople will know,& Maybe thenI won't haveTo live.
Sweetened Slits of Suicidal HeartsSuicidal temptation begs theLift of our hearts until the endInterferes with the indesirableTruth because the honesty isHell compared to the murderEach of our souls has taken inAttempts to rid of them andRetract our hearts as they bleedTruth, even if everything remainsSilent and untold into darkness.
When Stress Becomes DeathI have myselfTo become,For I am livingIn my ownShadow.Every fall I make Is a mistake!,Each step away,Is another stepFrom GloryAnd fromGrace.I'm killing myselfSimply by existing,By expressing hopesThat are much to highFor myself to capture.I'm dying inside,Deteriorating outside:I'm simply...Dying-
Medley de poesia espanola en dosNo hay muchasMetáforasA te describirPorque eres másEspecialQue los otros...Tú eres mío, yQueEs todo necesitas.//Tu amor es unAguacero,Tu corazónLlueve.Atrapo tú;Tu corazón,Tu amor...Te atrapo,Te tengo.