The battle between us

First there's her.
Her with a halo above her hair
and golden locks ever so fair.
Her with a smile as sweet as an angle,
and shimmering eyes, a beautiful hazel.

Her with a voice soft and sweet,
she seems to charm everyone she meets.
Her whom everyone chooses as favorite,
and they look at her like every breath she breaths is sacred.

Then there's me.
Me with the razor sharp horns,
which the top of my head adorn.
Me with a devilish smile playing on my lips,
and fire dancing on my fingertips.

Me with an evil glint in my eyes,
a person everyone seems to despise.
Me who reflects no angelic grace,
but instead has the look of the devil etched upon my face.

But did you ever stop to think
that maybe it's all fake?
Maybe the angelic look 
is only on her face.

And perhaps I'm not so bad,
your judgment is to rash.
Because her heart is as hellish as my face,
and my soul is seeping with grace. 
{k.b}

She'll be gone

{Not my work}

“tell her you love her. i know your palms are sweaty and last night you cried for a few hours and your father’s fingers left a hole in your chest that has been filled with cement and you are never sure about anything and you’re kind of courting death
but she makes the sun rise for you, she makes the grass grow. she makes you remember what it was like to actually have a home. you could be filled up on her words alone.
tell her you love her. tell her that you feel it like an ever-expanding forest in your chest, like your blood has turned into fireworks, like you’ve been running a marathon and she’s your chance for a rest. i know you’re scared you’re not good enough, i know you think everyone leaves. but when she walks in, your eyes follow her like she’s the only one in the room. so tell her. tell her soon.
or else one day you might wake up and she’ll be gone from you.”
—inkskinned // r.i.d

The Circle of Saying Goodbye

“It’s not goodbye, it’s see you later,” they say.

But three whole years is a long way away.

I know they don’t get it, the connections between us.

We aren’t just acquaintances, we’re friends. You’re the best that I’ve got.

So they can tell me “Don’t shed a tear,”

And they can tell me, “Don’t cry my dear.”

They can tell me it will be all right as we stand there on your last night.

But they can’t expect me to brush it off,

To smile, give a hug, and wave you off.

Oh sure I’ll smile; at least I’ll try.

After all that’s how I want you to remember me as I say goodbye.

But on the car ride home I’ll sob and cry,

Then shut myself away from the light.

And for a few days I won’t speak to a soul,

Then I’ll come out and act like everything’s normal.

But it’s not. It never will be.

You will never be erased from my memory.

And as soon as I think it will be okay,

New people come, and it all starts again.

Rambling...

There’s the moon, are you looking at it to?

No you can’t, it’s daytime where you are.

The ocean separates us, like an indestructible wall.

In theory it would be easy to see each other.

But it’s not.

It takes time.

Planning.

Money.

Things we just don’t have.

Not like that.

And the times you do come are special, don’t get me wrong.

But sometimes I just want you to be right across the street.

We could go grab a bite to eat.

You could tell me your troubles and I’ll tell you mine,

We wouldn’t have to worry about a disconnecting line.

Time would be the same,

Not seven hours in between.

That would be nice.

But that cant happen.

It’s just not my life.

Don’t take it the wrong way,

I love my life.

Really, I do.

I have some great opportunities.

But I miss the “normal things’’

You know like a high school.

Whatever it is teenagers do.

I don’t really know what they do.

I think it would be fun though.

All that rambling was useless I suppose.

But I miss you.

Colors

Darkness is all I can see,

My other senses are keen as can be,

But all I see is black.

People try to explain the colors,

Friends, family and others,

But all I see is black.

Red, they say is like an apple,

And the color of your cheeks in the cold, cold winter,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the streak of a cardinal flying in the woods,

And the color of the ribbon tying a package of baked goods,

But all I see is black.

Yellow, they say is the color of the sun,

That when you see it you think of summer and fun,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of a tulip glowing in a meadow,

And of Rapunzel’s hair flowing out the window,

But all I see is black.

Green, they say is the color of the grass,

Of the leaves of trees and the stems of plants,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of the weeds in the sea,

And the color of the money that pays for everything,

But all I see is black.

Blue, they say is the color of the sky,

The color you see under the clouds floating by,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of the ocean waves,

And the color of the raindrops on the windowpane,

But all I see is black.

Purple, they say is the color of a butterfly,

It is a cold color, its not warm, but shy,

But all I see is black.

They say it is the color of an ice-cold grape Popsicle,

And the color of the stain that to get out, is impossible,

But all I see is black.

Black is the one that I can see,

The color of monsters and demons and everything scary,

And all I see is black.

It’s the color of depression and sadness,

There is no happiness or gladness

And all I see is black.

Trapped

I tear at the vail

But to no avail.

It wont budge,

I don’t leave a smudge

Im not going anywhere

That much is clear.

Is this who I am?

Reality hits with a bam

Im not trying to escape mortals,

But my own brokenness and troubles

I laugh hysterically and fall on the ground.

This is who I am, so I've found.

May as well embrace it,

Nothing is going to change it.

A piece of broken mirror lies on the street,

I pick it up, my eyes and reflection meet.

I scream for help, but no one answers.

But who would help me, I'm worthless I figure.

Im trapped, I'm trapped, I cant escape.

My scars and burns and hurts and pain.

My heart is broken and torn to shreds.

Everything I had was ripped from my hands.

My family and friends, everything I knew.

My life, my childhood gone to soon.