Rum in my glass, 3am carpet burn, Strangers, faces I do not know, Strangers are replacing your face, Burned into my mind, The old me I cannot find, Stripped and displayed, I'll show you the door, Walking in a daze, Feeling like a whore, Am I a whore? Strangers are my friends now, This carpet … Continue reading Carpet Burns
Author: thelifeanddeathoflove
Doncaster born and new to the scene, poetry and creative writing is my thing! currently working on my first book, a collection of diary entries compiled to create a narrative about Love! Lets see how it goes.
Marry Me
Ruby, are you worth it? I took you from your home. Ruby, you are gleaming. I wish I would have known. Ruby, are you happy? Your glow is growing dull. Ruby, are you missing, your heart feeling so full? Ruby, oh I loved you. You should have been the one. Ruby, I will miss you.. … Continue reading Marry Me
Let’s be REAL!
SO..... It's been forever since I just wrote about general life and I really need to start doing it more. I have been so stuck creatively lately and totally forgot that not all my writing has to be poetry, it can just be real! So what I have I been up to? Not much really. … Continue reading Let’s be REAL!
Drowning in Faces
I'm drowning in faces and I'm searching them for you, I just wish I knew who you were. I know who I thought you were but you never stay so I've been wrong forever. I need to get out of here, I need to rip open my chest and escape my cage. You were taller … Continue reading Drowning in Faces
Over
I lay on my back, the smell of red wine still vivid. I cross my arms over my face as I let out the last of my tears. My heavy beating heart, the pulsing in my ears. My phone on my stomach, chat still open. I let out a laugh that only tears could create. … Continue reading Over
Ask Yourself
Ask yourself before you speak.. Am I angel? Am I free of sin? Am I bathed in such purity that I have the right to judge another? Will my damnation raise you up higher towards the heavens? Will the defamation of my character erase your past? When we pass in the street will … Continue reading Ask Yourself
39 Bodies
39 bodies but I crawled back to you Spring touched my skin and I knew it was true But as we both ate our eggs, I drifted away Suddenly focused on all my mistakes I don’t deserve to be loved this way Tell me that its fake 39 bodies but I’m here next to you … Continue reading 39 Bodies
