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The demonic souls cut your self-worth for a game To you it was all second nature but the shame With the understanding that they were better It was all fun and games in that camp letter
My life Does not encapsulate Theirs. For I Am Sunshine In the universe They Are rocks  In a bottomless Hell.
i sat at a red light in my girlfriend's car and yawned. before i could react, she poked her finger in in my mouth and laughed. i remember my dad telling me how he used to do that to my mom when they were dating in college.
   I was the girl that grew up in hard brick matter. At 3 years old my pearls were stolen then shattered. Beaten,broken and tossed to floor. And all I could can do is plead "PLEASE NO MORE!!!"
You saw me as your porcelain doll your darling girl Your perfection but There was an immaculate exception you thought i was your faithful pet the dog who'd  "she'd be back"
Because I'm a broken glass behind the scenesI am an entire home in shamblesI'm only so sturdyThese shelves can only hold a heartAbsolutely nothing else
This girl is always smiling, filling our hearts with love. But no one knows the truth.. what it's like when shes alone. Broken dreams, slashing screams. not what we call home.
Who knows what it's like? To grow without.   We live every day hoping to find food on our table hoping to make it out of this world a trailor world.   We don't look normal.
When the house shakes, the walls crumble. Then the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I'm surrounded by water. I can't see. I can't breathe. I can't think. Further, and further I sink.
They speak to me Every harsh shut door that rings through our open floor plan Every reverbarating soundwave that slices through the tension
For one it's a home. The other a cage. It feels bright. It feels black. He isn't ready to leave. She's struggling to escape. Pampered. Harassed. The two are best friends, divided only by favoritism.
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