Bloody mind

I stare at my once clean wrists, they are now covered in blood and sorrows. I wipe the sadness from my eyes, and let out a sigh. I force the voice in my head to go silent, like a vacant house. My hands quiver with regrets, like a tremor in the ocean. This earth of mine, once full and lushes, is now full of death and decay. Am I alive? or am I a zombie? My head is telling me yes, but my heart is telling me no. Which one do I listen to?

Beauty.

Bloody water
wrist in two
you've
forgotten
who
is
who.
Dead
eyes,
Cat
eyes.
Skinny
legs,
gaped
thighs.
Broken
ankles,
High
heels.
Models
Birthdays,
Dead
girls
lost
years.

Soul-less

Your heart, once vivid and pumping.
Now lays in a slump of black masses on the floor.
Your  eyes once bright, and glowing.
Now dark, and searching for the door.
You've lost your soul honey,
no need to be such a bore.

Wicked little things.

To think wicked thoughts does not make one a wicked person,
no it is those wicked actions one chooses that make them wicked.
You walk around thinking the world is a lovely place,
full of nice people and caring souls.
You were wrong.
We walk among monsters, and demons.
The world is a disaster, we just choose to keep our
eyes closed to what we are really looking at.
Some of us are waiting to become a zombie,
whilst others already live that life, day after day sitting in
a chair, staring at a screen.
They are already dead inside.
But keep on looking through those 100$ sunglasses of yours,
whilst there is a very hungry man, laying on the filthy ground,
begging for anything to eat. Or maybe we should think about
those little children across the world that weigh less than 100 pounds,
40 pounds, 20 pounds. But its alright, you go ahead and buy that 60
dollar scarf at Urban outfitters.
Let us lay to rest the wicked of this world.
And finally open our eyes to the vast beauty in front of us,
Shall we?

Candle thoughts.

As I watched the candle burning, I couldn't help but wonder "Life is like a candle." We start out as a new flame, we are bright and extraordinary. As life progresses we get a more vibrant flame, more orange and less yellow. These are the most important years in ones life. We love, hate, grow, reproduce, excel. But eventually your flame starts to dimmer, and more hues of blue take over that once extraordinary orange flame. You start to weaken and your life no longer is that bright shade of yellow. But it falls til there is just a tiny flame left. Until one day, out of nowhere, someone blows out your candle. And just like that you are out, and your smoke is floating away and becoming something, someone else breathes in. But don't worry friend, there are billions of candles, and you just might become one again someday.

Self centered

You scar me,
You disown me,
You isolate me,
confine me to my thoughts.
You abuse me,
Your rough hands on my fragile skin.
I scream loudly, but no one listens.
Its like swimming underwater,
but never coming up for air.
My mind is slowly fading,
thoughts are unclear.
I guess I'll search for myself,
when you are not near.