Kristy-B

The pain seared through every inch of Mable’s body. Shivers tore across her skin, as she blinked away the tears. Instead, a murky waterfall of hatred and disgust rolled down her cheeks. Chemical streaks stained her skin. She closed her eyes for a moment and sought a single sound – her heartbeat. There it was, so faint she barely noticed it. What would happen if it stopped in that second? Who would watch her body fall towards the pavement? Would someone stop to wipe the crimson hued secrets that spilled from her skull? Her eyes opened – time to go home. It was not safe for her to be alone with her thoughts out here. There w

Flames flicker mingled with sweet aromas, casting shadows across the white walls that shield me from the destruction outside. Creaking trees long past their ripe age, dance among the howls of souls who cling to the memories of rolling hills. I silence them from my mind, curl my legs beneath me in concealment beneath the warmth of a fraying quilt. Only my arms peek out into the cold, grasping a bound set of papers that smell of wisdom, stained and yellowed from years of waiting. A steaming cup of tea rests beside me. Carefully take a sip, spill a drop, seep into the words on the pages, become part of the story that is held in my hands that

If I were cleaning my house, I’d wipe away the toxins I’d scrub off the extra fat, and dust off every muscle, Patch up the rough spots, by treating my body like a Temple, I’d mop the fears off the floor, throw away hatred Stacked in piles, and blocking true self-perception, Sweep the sorrows, bury the woes & forget all stress that keeps me weighed down Empty out the attic filled with past traumas, brush cobwebs from clinging memories, kill the lingering spiders that scurry in search of a new crevice to hide in, Safe from the invisible, silent poison Shut away the other voices, drain the haunting laughter Then I’d vac

Silently I caress the sinister tomb Silently I enter as a stranger in love with sin Death row, inescapable, lost to the ones below A somber girl with past sorrows of hatred and grit Solo and quiet a descent from pride to lunacy Solo and quiet a vulnerable cemetery in the garden No mercy, no antidepressants, no apologies Let the darkness crawl over and consume me Silently I caress the sinister tomb Silently I use pity to plea my case Sin embraced deliciously A soul with no place to go when life is cut Like a murder of a memory Like a murder of a mistake A lost Serpentine belle.

In my room, staring out the window. Soppy lyrics fill the empty space, as a tear falls My heart breaks for no reason. A hope that flickered and died; I never think too far ahead For fear of drowning in dreams. Yet, here I sit Wishing someone's arms would shield me, Keep me safe from the world outside, Tell me I'm beautiful, Worthy of every moment, That to them, I'm special. I feel it slipping, The confidence that keeps me strong, Hands searching for a hold Before I plunge into the abyss. I'm looking for a hand to hold, Secure me in my reality, Save me from myself. I want to be proven wrong To understand what it means to lo

Beauté, il n'a pas de forme physique ou couleur de peau. C'est toujours dans nous! La générosité d'un ami, soutien de la famille, rire des fautes, aimer les animaux, ne pas juger et un esprit d'inspiration. C'est la vraie beauté. Les personnes qui ont ressenti de la douleur sont ceux qui ont la vraie beauté. Il se trouve en étant rien d'autre que vous-même. Porter du maquillage ne vous rend pas belle, il seulment cache votre vrai visage. Ne vous inquiétez pas sur ce que les autres pensent. Soyez fiers d'être vous! Aimez la vie: vous ne pourrez pas obtenir un autre.