GiltedWords

Gilt dripping, metaphor tripping,

sin and 'em gripping

sheed-emilio:

…My eulogy
Will be a smear campaign
My funeral
Will be a trial
And I will be found
Guilty
Of this unshakeable
otherness…

-Rasheed Copeland.

(via alexandraelle)

The Perfect Mess

new-poets-society:

She waits
Waiting for the phone to ring
Waiting for an end in the arguing
It keeps her up all night
but she’s gotten used to the silence
In the darkness, she finds a balance
her mind races
Each passing day feels the same
Repetition is her only game
dragging herself out of bed
hanging…

The sun is bright
Mirroring an acute sadness
That will not disperse
Into the reflective puddles of last nights
Rain.

lately

Lately

an empty wine bottle 

stands in solitude

on a newspaper 

covered table

if the walls could 

talk

they would scream

obscenities 

a picture with a frame

hangs lopsided

from where a body 

was pushed 

a screeching slap

still resonates 

from where a hand 

connected to a face

blame.confusion.fear

mixed with perspiration 

hung silently in 

the atmosphere

they were once lovers

let me know

Call me when you fuck but won’t call me your lady, how unethical. -MayDOPEDay

if you fall in love with a beautifully flawed woman
decide if you want to be her partner
or rather her savior.
leave the saving to her.
-RoxiResurrected