lassitude.My soul is tied down by an anchor that slowly drowns me in a sea of bitter ignorance.lassitude. by dazzledust
I’ve stopped wearing my heart on my sleeve because the last time I did, someone ripped it right off and trampled on it like vicious herd of hyenas. And so, it fell to the ground like the petals of flower, feeble and forgotten. So I sterilized my walls and I sterilized my heart, rearranging my cells to become a confluent army against the unwanted barrage of emotions that would swell inside me until they overflowed, snapping my bones and splintering my soul.
My heart is blemished, a bleak graveyard of friendships lost, a thick tar running through my veins that haunts me in the form of blackened nightmares where my hands are claws that I turn upon myself, to try to rid myself of the noxious poison of unreciprocated love. For so long, my insecurities were continents etched upon the wide expanse of my skin for everyone to witness, until they took the synapses in my brain hostage and rendered m
Words to fill a page.From your fingertips spring forth an ocean of melodies filled with bedtime stories and fields of gold.Words to fill a page. by dazzledust
You crashed into my heart on a stormy summer night; the only one who could keep me from sinking in the dark depths of disillusion. You untied the knots of confusion and abandonment that kept me from spreading my wings. You unwrapped the thorns viciously wound around my tired veins, robbing me of my life force.
Before you, I was homeless, a stray dog wandering through deserted streets in search of a place my heart could call home. Before you I was an unwritten book, untitled, with empty pages idly flipping by like blank, lifeless stares glaring back at me with no story to tell.
But now I no longer drown in a sea of thoughts, I fly across the velvet sky with a soul deep within bathed in light.
i keep looking.wanted:i keep looking. by thefireflyliberation
a boy with dark hair and bright eyes with a smile that'll drop my stomach to my feet. a boy that says his heart feels more full when he's holding my hand and will tell me how my eyes remind him of the ocean at night because somehow the water looks deeper when cast in milky, silver light. a boy that'll laugh at the way i wrinkle my nose when i'm confused and will tease me because he knows i like nothing more than to be harassed. one that'll throw me over his shoulder and throw me fully clothed into the pool, that'll call me ridiculous, that'll roll his eyes and sigh. one that'll secretly love the fact that i'm a mess because it keeps things interesting.
a boy that respects the fact that i lay down boundaries but likes to steal kisses around them anyways. a boy that messes up my hair when i'm not looking and bites my lip when i'm not paying attention. a boy that doesn't need me, but wants me all the same. one that has a life of his own but has room to fit me in at his sid
tiredthe stars crumple,tired by 369dreamergirl
going out one by one.
i slump in your eyes, longing for your arms,
like wet paper.
feelings swim coyly, koi-like, in my veins.
i open dry lips to tell you
but my words are smoke, all you hear is
ash and embers and
i sit quietly.
the flowers outside are waiting for rain.
it's been this way
for as long as i can remember.
Tired.Most of the time, I am lying awake.Tired. by xPARKERR
Though, I'd give
a n y t h i n g
just to sleep through
e v e r y t h i n g.
These things strap me down like anchors,
Or drag me out to sea.
Sometimes I show the world what leaves me
i n s p i r e d.
Paint on canvas,
Words in a notebook,
Or sometimes, just untouched works in my head.
Wading through the waters,
These burdens get the best of me.
Sometimes I think about the
p a s t ,
Though I'm always looking for the
f u t u r e .
You'll never know what I've been through.
The waters are rising,
I'm getting over my head.
Sometimes I like to grip onto my
m e m o r i e s .
Sometimes they're everything I'd rather
l o s e .
Sometimes I waste my days
t h i n k i n g ,
Even though I know I never deserved the shit she put me through.
Take in a breath,
There's not much time left.
Sometimes I think I'm not
g o o d e n o u g h .
Most of the time, I'm convinced.
Sometimes the words gnaw at my bones,
"You're not good
a state of physical or mental weariness; lack of energy.
I'm just tired of everyone and everything lately. I want to go far away from this place and start anew where no one knows me.
|Marianne. Dominican. I burst forth fully-formed from my father’s forehead. Senior in college majoring in Biology & Philosophy. Directionally challenged. Coffee addict. Food aficionado. Just another paper-cut survivor.|