BrokenSapphireGodess

Only truly secure when enfolded in the night's tender embrace, Only completely aware when my eyes Probe the black blanket above, Only when locked the arms of the moon Am I able to sit back and relax, Allow each of my barriers to fall from my mind, So that I may see what I've hidden even from me. Now I am able to sort through the thoughts, Discard those pointless wonders And dwell on the jagged edges. Only when I am safe, may I be vulnerable Be that beside my lover Or under the eyes of the midnight skies. Realizations that I've managed to keep at bay While shielding my thoughts at day, I can no longer keep from penetrating my

Surrounded by a silence So loud That my ears are screaming. A defensive mist of personal shadows Has us Shrouded from society's prying eyes. Restrained tears swim in my tired eyes Darkening them To an enchantingly black abyss. Pale trembling lips, held between my teeth, Desperately try To form the words clashing in my mind. Tumultuous, violent, and scared Scattered wits Become incoherent attempts at speech. There is a sense of urgency growing Deep inside Of the place called a soul. Which was once thought to be So hollow And now is brimming to the point of spilling. Staring out over the midnight landscape, Rather than

forgive me my friend my thoughts have wandered yet again bringing me back to a place where i would be made to face all of the problems ive tried to erase with my heavy heart on a string and my soul wrapped into a ring it's all i can do to keep my focus on you forgive me my love my thoughts were carried far on the snowy wings of the peaceful dove about your smallest finger i find my viens to be twined and in your stony fist resides the memory of when ast we kissed snatching me from the sky to bury me in the blackest lie Forgive me my darling my lover my friend i no longer seem to know which way to go I've thrown mysel

Laying in the high spring grass with my hands behind my head, and my eyes locked on the silver orb known to the world as the moon, I can't help but let my thoughts run free, wild as the spirit I keep in check, I wonder, almost in passing, as lovers are wont to do, if as I stare at the floating disk, somewhere, somewhen, are you gazing there, thinking of me, loving and missing me, craving me, are you idlely laying with your hands out stretched to someone your mind knows is not there but your soul hopes is near to the point of pain, Are staring down the sky, pretending to be where that someone lies, as I am you?

This world is hateful, A place of struggle and strife, Where lies are blackening the skies, Humanity polluting the beauty, As all stand behind self inflicted veils Created in a false need to hide. You skulk about the night, Are you so afraid of seeing light? Each and every one of you, Shrouded in your fake smiles And so lost in your deceptions That I have to wonder, As I sit backstage and watch, If even you remember how to breathe Without the weight of your masks Or if your eyes recall the vibrance of color. Walking though this socalled life All of you in your own worlds With your own designs and pains, Never realize that n

This is a feeling I'd hoped was long gone. How stupid of me to presume all tears had been shed. such a tender age I'm at, or so I'm told, not quite seventeen, explain to me this tenderness, that I have yet to see. homes can be broken so many different ways, how many ways is mine? seventeen in may with no recollection of childhood and a terrible bone deep fear of being home. what makes a home? a place where they have to take you in, or somewhere with your kin? No. home's a place where the heart can rest, Where the soul can nest. have I none? crying my eyes red, as I stand in the shadows, watching my house fall abou

Soul broken with tiny lines heart lost amid the anger body scarred beyond recognicion starry eyed not with love wracked with tremors not from a touch beaten into oblivion shoved over that same damn cliff over and over and over again Little girl cries alone in the web of sharp lies red streams from milky flesh fighting with nothing better than nails blade long broken sanity long forgotten continue to shame myself keep on destroying myself rending skin from bone made you leave me all alone danger to self demon to humanity unfit for life perfect for murder aye, a murderess hides in these soft brown eyes one day too fuc

Conceived in a moment of placating sickness Kept for reasons barely known To be born to a home broken before it began With a mother half way through her teens Only trying to please her creator And a father lead by nothing but his sexual drive Who's love for the mother was threadbare A child out of wedlock, bastard baby Little princess on the maternal side and little nothing on the paternal Too young to notice anything but momma's voice Wore a dainty white frock for the wedding with a hand on mommy's newly swollen tummy a brother, on eyear younger and so much bigger possesed since birth of a temper rivaled only by strength Never

Sitting alone, Staring out the glass of this fast paced world, Nothing like this small town girl, watching the colors blur into one, Pondering if any of it has even a hint of meaning, Or if it's all pointless and hopeless… My mind consumed with thoughts of the hell I live in, The staring out at the world -- But never feeling as thought I could join, The gazing out the windows rather than -- Seeing what's inside, nearby, Closing my eyes instead of -- forcing in the light and the reality, Repetitive nothingness -- I am nothing in the eyes of the Earth… Gazing out the window of the old yellow bus, Head held up by my hand, Eyes u

You are the sweetest thing and you know it, shyly smiling ot reveal glittering diamonds, smooth, moonkissed gold, you are pure elegance. Ah, my little one, you are as feminie as an open rose, so much more than I will ever be, with your soft, gorgeous curves. Yet its not your eye-catching appearance that causes me to treasure you, instead I covet what you stand for. As beautiful as you are, shimmering in the light, you are so much more than anyone could understand. a winter gift, given to me by one I adore. My little lunar heart, symbol of new beginnings and of a battle won at last. Never stop shining, and I'll never stop smili