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~A Beach Town Haunting~
There’s a place where the lights glow
That eerie red hue
Where the dead souls walk freely
In the cold, dark streets
Their faces frozen with torture
Their eyes sullen deep with pain
It’s a beach town haunting
Of the days of summer long past
Now only horror lives here
It’s a shell of what use to be
The church tower cries out a sorrowful tune
Letting the troubled souls know
It’ll be nightfall very soon
They wander one by one to the old church for shelter
It’s not safe outside
For when the night comes
The reaper needs to dine
-Tiffany K
~A Love As Cold As Ice~
A love as cold as ice
It chills you to your core
It leaves your heart bruised
And always wanting more
A love as cold as ice
It will bring you to your knees
Break you down and make you cry
Leave you hanging in the breeze
A love as cold as ice
Pain and torture fill your soul
The thorns bite and tear your flesh
Fighting only makes it worse
A love as cold as ice
Pale, blue veins run deep
Once you pick open the scars
They begin to slowly weep
-Tiffany K
Perdition
Tossing and turning
Through another sleepless night
The ghosts of what happened
and the demons of what could be
Taunting away at me
Stalking my mind
Through veils of insecurities
Charming my thoughts
with infatuation and beauty
Only to cut me down, in my own misguided reality
I dance to their beat and sing their songs
Maybe it’s here where i really belong
Alone with myself with nothing to repent
Clawing away at my cell and not a moment well spent
How did I get here ?
This perpetual maze of torment
Around every corner, i find
Another reason to resent
I’ve been alright, I’ll be okay.
With every night comes a bright new day.
But need there be such malice to face,
All in the hope of a better time and a better place.
To the Gods who may hear me, I pray to you.
Paint gold my walls and help me push through.
Tossing and turning, through another sleepless night,
The monsters inside me, still putting up a fight.
I Have To Say Goodbye
There is no up, no breakaway; The chill in your voice are shards of glass Nailing me to a bed of histories. See the trail of red I leave? Every song is a shroud, dark nimbus Without the blue, without the bloom. The bed is a die-able dream, And the memory of your arms Twist into serpents with stories in their scales. Inked in my veins are the promises That your breath birthed from a purple womb. And the venom has been sweet, hasn’t it? I am the sponge, the scar, the pulp, My entrails are for you to dine. This is the price of my obstinate heart. Each minute has the sheen of a coin, A silver ring that chains a thousand miles. The statues are erected, and I will pay them all.
Let those fireworks be your paintbrush: thin line between arsonist and artist. That fire inside can burn everything down, but it can also light your way through the darkness.
Guante, “A Love Song, A Death Rattle, A Battle Cry” (via buttonpoetry)
You weren’t the rain but the aftermath. The blooms that grew from moss-riddled concrete, the mushrooms that rose in the belly of the forest, the roses and their thorns, the daffodils, the weeping wysteria fines, the dandelions that laughed as they danced in the breeze, the clouds gilded gold as they parted to the sun, the blue skies the night skies the falling stars, the whole world begging and ending over and over again. You were that to me, a new daybreak a sunset and all else in-between. You were everything to me.
broken dolls in beautiful dresses, paper thin and lovely messes catch me in my heavy heart, i won’t stomach this deadly art. perfection’s in the smallest measure, the sharpest edge, the lightest feather. what weighs more, my body or mind? it’s a perfect i can’t hope to find. i taste like failure, strong and bitter, my world only getting bigger. the thinning lines are something sweet but i will just accept defeat.
broken dolls by laura martin (via floral–and-fading)
Tell me again
And in those lovely withering moments
my ears were still sugarcoated,
with falling honey in droplets
adding to a pool that never ended.
I was drowning and you knew it,
you moved not one finger to change
only one thing kept moving,
that skilled little tongue.
I was aware
of the damage
but I kept listening
to those lovely lies.
Love Letters
Brushing over the layers of knickknacks
before excavation of the too long
too stuffed junk drawer
in a final attempt to locate
a pen or two
I found myself rediscovering
things that had too long been covered
by my forgetfulness
Things of every kind and nature
saved for rainy days
or for reasons I’d fortgotten
so many little things unused
But out of this I cherish my carelessness
how it saved all your notes
in that crowed bin
I hope none were thrown out,
thank God I lost a pen or two,
I now store your letters
safe in their own separate room
We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel—or have done and thought and felt; or might do and think and feel—is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.
Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Language of the Night (1979)
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