Blood Princess

Once upon a time ...

[teenagecrush]

[echoes-of-me]

Gemini

I am infinitely complex I am the darkness and the light I am the soft feels and the bumps in the night

I’m down-to-earth sneakers Curves in comfortable jeans And tight little skirts in high heels Black tights with red seams

I’m art and I’m music An easy sensual flow I’m more than a handful Only one way to know

I’m books and I’m poetry And lines that stay stuck I’m tabloids and paparazzi At times don’t give a fuck

I’m crystal clear clarity I’m smoke, just a ruse I’m sticks and I’m stones And I can’t stand to lose

I’m down home good cooking And drive-thru burger and fries I’m sometimes a neat freak But usually a hoarder who tries

I am a wandering soul And a homebody too I’m not just one person I’m usually two

[drenchedinblood3]

[drenchedinblood3]

[drenchedinblood3]

And when their eyes met the sky fell in love with the earth and the earth fell in love with the rain.

[drenchedinblood3]

To Cry 100 years

I cry to pass the time

Mark the days

Watch them go by

I keep time with my sorrows

Living today and never tomorrow

I cry to pass the time

Never to be heard 

and never to be seen

I live in a world of muted ash

Smokey flecks of ripped seams

flutter and dance

This is my life 

See how it gleams of

Burnedout dreams

and greyscale memories

And me crying minutes that feel 

Like centuries

[extramadness]

Ease your soul here

[thegoodvybe]

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Do you write to find yourself or to lose yourself? Do you find yourself in your spilled ink or do you get lost in it? I cannot seem to figure it out.

Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #36 (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[femmestandom]

What Do You Think About When You’re Alone?

What do you think about when you’re alone? Do you still think about your hair? Or what you wore today? Do you think about a joke you told? Or something your boss said to you? Do you think about your food regrets? Or your nail polish that’s chipped? Do you think about cleaning your room? Or your car? Your dishes? Or your mind? I think about being alone The act, the implications, the feeling I think about my own death The quiet, the peace, the permanence I think about Heaven and the sky How I’m small when they’re so big I think about empty stomachs And those with no home to be alone in I think about being trapped And my voice being taken away I think about having different parents Ones that I might not want to call I think about being a different color One that’s a bit more forgiving I think about falling in love With someone I already know Or with someone I’ve yet to meet I think about happiness the most About what it might feel like If I were ever to experience it But I also think about never having it Unless the world can have it first

by T. Tucker

[always-drowning-in-the-clouds]

The moon above the beach Your head on my chest I said the words And your lips said the rest A perfect end To a perfect day But when the sun comes up The dream fades away… All my memories Have been tainted I want a new picture To be painted Just one dream From which I can’t wake My heart is ready For someome to take The future is coming Forever unknown I just hope when I get there I won’t be alone…

[sportsgeeky]

[drenchedinblood3]

we all have our seasons

[story-dj]

[drenchedinblood3]

Pages

Take me to look at the edges of my life

Know my sorrows and know my strife

Take me to the corners of my world

and the depths of my soul

Just to hold tight to memories, pearled 

So that when I come back,

I can do nothing but write

my life unfurled

[drenchedinblood3]

Letter to My Younger Self

Run away while you can Little girl Before it changes Before the confusion and pain Settle into the caverns your tears have carved  Runaway while you still have friends Little girl Before you can only count the days Of feeling alone, and cry at the things they speak Runaway while things are clam Runaway when life seems perfect Runaway to save your dreams Save yourself Your soul is worth it

[mindfulpoems]

[drenchedinblood3]

Not wanting to wake-up because you know you'll wake-up crying

[drenchedinblood3]

Sorrows Unkown

When did my heart become stone?

Bend my hand

Break my bone

Why can I cry and feel nothing

and yet I still know joy?

My laughter is genuine

My heart isn’t bitter

am I happily lost in my own vanity

or drowning in sorrows unknown

What do i have that is my own?

I have no where to go

but into your arms

and yet I still try to run

pick myself up

dust myself off

When did I lose myself to my own mind

waiting to be happy or sad?

How high is the wall around my heart?

Where does it end where does it start

how will I ever let anyone in?

When I don’t know where i end or where I begin?