Rise!wild fury enters a monstrous voidRise! by ZahrahLeona
the tubes of a sterile universe impending punishment on
the sanctity of cleansing in the icy waters of focus
the sound of paper tearing down it's middle,
all important positions nullified
the innocent were the fucked that fucked the system
A faithless brute now coughing in mud
the tangible tongue is wet with blood
A toothless whale meets the great white shark,
swallows it whole and sends it into the dark
no one knew that a crowd unarmed,
could eat the flesh of a bulletproof vest
you are a stranger, in a cage full of strangers,
that have been living together for hundreds of years
you are a vicious cycle
of mindless matter
rotting on the foam of a melting couch
who do you want to be?
who do you want to be?
You fattened piece of meat,
you want only what you think you can get,
so you life is shit!
so your life is shit!
Banging heads against the treadmill
calves sweating impatience
cold panic attacks, pine needles shedding on the fores
Other GirlsWhy are all these girls writing poems about skin?Other Girls by ZahrahLeona
Like, omg I'm so ugly, please love me while I cut deeper in?
Everything's about no fear and no pain,
healing and looking at yourself in the mirror again,
and when it's not about self-sacrifice or some hormonal self-assurance fight,
it's a boy that hurt some feelings, like "what? a penis doesn't have a brain?
I thought he said he loved me just like the rest of the football team!"
Why are all these girls musing over themselves?
Do you know how fucking boring it is to read,
"I thought he loved me I think he fucked me I thought I loved me but I cut my wrists, see?"
Don't you have a dead uncle, or a fucked up friend? Don't you have a conflicted co-worker
or a sexually confused boyfriend?
Because you're line-art eyeliner and salty tears don't mean shit on the other side of the computer screen, keep it in the journals,
write us poems about other girls.
I Will Find PeaceTwice upon my chest I felt the burn of battered breath,
A Two-World Heart"I haven't changed much." I laughed, forcing myself to smile. "No, you're always Red, that's for sure! Constantly goofy." One of my old friends remarked. For a few hours, I'd be surrounded by happy memories; here I am, visiting my past, and having a good time with people I thought I wouldn't see again.
You (A love Poem)You,
One more Breath, (You're The Reason That I Fight)One more breath, just one more week to clean up the debris. With your callused hands, you reach towards the sky, pulling it closer to your chest. Heaven lay's at the end of your finger-tips but your feet are blistered from memories. I can hear you, I can hear you screaming at the top of your lungs, and your eyes are full of fire and in the darkness you're yearning for the light. No one else can imagine but my hand's in yours, no one else can fathom but I'm fighting in your wars. Some say it's like fire and water but baby I can't put you out, I'm a flame just like you and together we'll rise together and burn these obstacles right to the ground.