Fallen AngelA fallen angel,With nothing to spare,She tears her heart open,But it's not there,She falls to the ground,And cries for her sins,For an angel has departed,From the battle within.
Hidden SinsBeneath my skin hides a monstrous sin,Where monsters hide,And begin my sins,Killing me slowly from within.Where monsters hide,They lurk and smile,They are killing me slowly,Dragging me down.They lurk and smile,Looking at what they have done,Dragging me down,They now have my soul.Looking at what they have done,They know my sins,They now have my soul,Deep from within.They know all my sins,It's all over the wall,Deep from within,Beneath my skin hide a monstrous sin.
FeelingsIt's funny how one second every thing is fine good grades winning every game and race tons of friends perfect everything and a perfect boyfriend who loves you with every inch of his heart then the next second your boyfriend loses his heart your so upset you start to get behind in school, so you fail, then your so sad you can't stop crying to go to the games and races. Your friends start to fight your best friend goes out with your ex turns her back on you. Your so stressed in the morning you dont have time to do your hair and make up so you look terrible. And them to top it all off you have to hide behind a smile and a laugh to hide your tears and broken heart.-Coa
Poem about deathIn darkness of the nightI spied him in a treeSat I froze by the sightHe was looking at meThe summer's heat became a chillThe angel of death at his killMy heart skipped with the frightBlinked my eyes to bet'r seeGlanced back with all my mightParted he my comp'nyMy chest was quickly pounding stillThe angel of death at his killI did rise and take flightThe fear made me to fleeFrom darkness into lightTo free captivityUnbinding my soul from his willThe angel of death at his killMany years since that nightGazed I on that braz'n beMem'ries of still inciteFears of my slaveryExistence of him makes me illThe angel of death at his kill
Love is a crazy thingEver since I met you,I've had these feelings deep inside,mainly when you hold me,and look into my eyes,you make me feel so young again,and give me feelings I'd forgot,you make me feel so happy,with cupids arrow I've been shot.
Friends will do anthing but...Me and you is friends you smile, i smile... you cry, i cry... you jump off bridge. i gonna miss your E-Mails. .
It's OkayIt's okay to be sad.It's okay to be mad.It's okay to cry,To not have the strength to try.It's okay.Sometimes people just need toLet it all out,Scream and shout,And that's okay.Admitting something's wrongDoesn't take your strength away.Ask for helpIf you need it.Don't feel weakOr wrongJust because youAren't strongEnough to move mountains.Crying is good.If you didn't cryYou wouldJust bottle it upUntil you burst.You don't evenNeed a reasonWhy -Just have a good cry.Take a long bathAnd watch a movieThat makes you laugh.Bake a cakeJust for the sakeOf making something.Lay in bedAnd imagineUntil the bad thoughtsLeave your head.Just sit back and relax.Because it's okayTo not be okay,And to take a day(Or two)Just for you.
Words Are Powerful ThingsYou’re so angryYou let words swarm up inside.Screaming to get out.They yell and shout.They sit there,And fester.Turning into horrid things that should never be even whispered,In the softest tone.You get so angryCause you’re so afraid.Like so many other peopleYou let your fear burst into rage.The monstrous words inside of youRefuse to remain in their cages.You let those words escape your lips,All of the sudden you feel like your words have killed someone.As you see their face.Words are suddenly bullets.They’ve pierced your victim’s heart.Fragments of a once pretty, friendship scatter on the floor.The pieces so broken, I doubt you could find all of the shards to make it whole again.There’s a slamming of a door.Whether that be real,Or just a metaphor.To say you’ve been locked out,Pushed away.From this once dear friend of yours.I hope one day.You’ll find better wordsTo form a key.So you can find your way back to them.
You're a Literal MiracleNext time you’re unhappy.Think about this.Remember that you are a walking,Breathing,Miracle.You are alive based on so many chances.So many different thing could’ve happened.And yet,You’re still here.Remember that,You are literally made of stardust.Matter that has been around,Since the beginning of time.Dreams and hopesAnd fears.Forged in the belly of distant stars.You have cosmos in your veins.And eyes that have stardust in them,That have seen the dawn and ending to galaxies.I know it’s easy to forget this,But it’s true.Everything about youAnd me and everything else around you.Is a miracle.So many perfect things had to come into place,For you to be standing here today.So smile sweet heart.Cause you are a beautiful phenomenonThat was created by miraculous chance.
This is anxietyIt's the constant feeling of not quite rightand I don't know why I feel this way but it hurts(but not in ways that others can understand)and it's the tension in your chest, the rising waterthe aching muscles and the clenching in your coreThat never leavesIt's the headache that never quite fades,just hurts sometimes more than others.It's the constant need to move with your racing thoughts—to bounce or twitch orglance around the room every three seconds just to make sure you're not being watched, you're not being judgedIt's two a.m. and you're lyingfacedown on top of hot sheets, such an empty shellyou don't even have the energy to cry over how tired you arewondering if there's any way to turn your mind off,when you can't even remember what sleep feels like because it's been so longsince you really had a true rest.It's wandering through your days almostwalking into that door andnot catching half of what your teacher says because your eyes hurt
untitledthere are a thousandunwritten love letters in your eyesnow I keep thinking aboutgravityand the color greenall I know is thatmy skull's beenovertaken mapped cleanwith inkwarriors traversing well worn pathsboots leaving tracks acrosschests and necksand it's comfortablethis sinkingit's not like drowningmore like slowly loweringinto hot bathwaterand we are just skin and cosmosbodies and wordsour tongues landlockedwe are adrift inour own little seawe've plucked our wingsand now we can't flytell me the truththat the sky's overratedI'd rather be with youon the groundor buried beneath itskeletons entwined truthfullyI've always thought heaven was a pretty sort of liebut I've read a book or twoabout heavenor people's idea of itat leastand I disagree with myselfpopping thought balloonson the idea that heavenis in the way your eyes fold origami swans when you smilethat shitty laughthat hollow above your heartlike your chest's caving i
novelthere’s tea you still need to drink.you left it on the counter again, because you’realways forgetting where you put it.it’s probably cold by now, butit’s there for whenever you’re ready.here’s a blanket to lose yourself in.you don’t have to give it back.here’s another book i thinkwill make you cry if i ever find the courageto give it to you. i’ve underlined everyline that made me want to scream, that made mewant to rip out my hair and destroy everythingbeautiful about myself, that made me want todrive across a desert in the middle of the night,that made me fall in love with everything wonderfulthe universe has left to give me.i can’t find the words to tell you what it’s about.i guess it’s about growing up and finding lovebut it’s also about figuring out how to exist comfortablyand it’s about people who are good and people whoare not always good and the things they do and the worlds t
heats are broken everywhere i lookhearts are made to be broken... and love is made so its like a window when the window gets broken its better to leave it be then to hurt yourself trying to fix it.