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Inauthentic girl

A self-critical poem

My Honest Poem

Inspired by Rudy Francisco

These words are best left unspoken

I'm sitting here quietlyfacing the cornerper usual.People behind me are loud. They're also bold,but I can't argue for that always being a good thing. Perhaps if I tried, I could recite the argument they had yesterday with their mother or the contents of what they had for breakfast.You see,..

Memories

Sometimes my memories appear in my eyes and they roll down my cheeks.These memories are the ones I could never comprehend.These memories are the ones I make everyday.

Poison's gone

Inspired by the lyrics of Kurt Cobain <3

A tale of Anorexia Nervosa

My story.

The bell-tower

"I know where I'm not wanted."The girl whispers to herself, as she gazes upon the world beyond her.The clock strikes midnight with the rhythm of her beating heart.Her eyes meet with the old Saint Peter's church beneath the bell-tower,as she stands so gracefully in the literal heart of Jesus Christ.&..

A Suicide Rhapsody

Suicide (noun) the act of taking one's own life both voluntarily and intentionally to end pain and/or suffering.

Circus blues

I feel like the outsider.

Mephistophelian angel

My mephistophelian angelI offer my soul and heartHer face, it screams faithfulBut she fights to be apart She smiles in gleeShe speaks words of wisdomYet she is not freeHeld captive in his kingdom Again and again I plead with herLeave him be and c..

To love a killer

I’m in love with a killerLoving him is sinisterAgain he shoots and I crumble downYet my heart smiles upon a frown He wants to make me beg for mercyTo rip me apart and leave me beHis cruelty is a one soul’s wonderLeaving my heart yet to ponder ..

Bones

She looks into the mirror at the nameless, faceless body before herA girl, unlike any other, gazes back into the eyes of her withdrawn soulHer crippled bones prodded out from the depths of her weightless skinIn her own glory, a skeleton in undefinable and emaciated beautyShe wore her collarbones lik..

Ave Satani

They talk about the colour of his fire-tinted complexion,red in which flows crimson blood from hearts of slaves,the unholy bishop in all his glory,the almighty Satan in which I'd call him.His face, carved like evil itself,child of the graves kindles the myriad infernal fires,arches of darkness beyon..

Hatred

They hate it.

Moonchild

She sits on her windowsill and gazes up aboveat the moon beyond her and her heart is touched;skies on skies embedded in love,universe like any other would bring such luck.Shines down upon her with lightbeautiful in its' every senseher skin glimmers, eternal nightsilver in colour and the world l..

The Forest Reverie

Tis' high in the mountains of West Virginia,colours of emerald and amber,untouched like the true verdict of innocence,a forest lies deep in wonder. Pure like the angels high in the heavens,sweet like summer rays,blissful as you kiss me,and through your paths I linger.Enchanted with your serenit..

Odalisque

Odalisque (noun) a female slave or concubine in a harem, especially one in the seraglio of the Sultan of Turkey - an exotic, sexually attractive woman.

Fire, Sister & I

As soon as I lit the match, I knew for certain that this was the end.There was no going back. Feelings of guilt and regret flooded through me like arushing waterfall. Not even Niagara Falls was enough to put out the scorchinghot flames that surrounded my bedroom, dooming me for eternity. Is th..

Sweet soul graveyard

Sweet soul graveyard, takeus tooSpirits near, we call toyouBeloved daughter, motherand sonStolen whispers speak noone Flowers and corpses,promised vowsRotting flesh, funeralblouseEngraved headstones, ourpride and joyMy knives that kill arenot a to..