Anger stirs
In dark corners
Devil on my shoulder smirks
Revenge taste better
Bitter

Pencil Lead Pieces

robot-rokz:

My pencil tip breaks against the paper.
Its almost as if -
No. Ignore it.
Sharpen it.
Keep writing.
Fuck.
I forgot what I was writing. Gosh this is fucking patheti-
Nope.
Ignore it.
I start gritting my teeth at your silence.
It’s so deafening…
The ringing goes straight to my head
And I just cringe
Ball myself up
And just throw myself awa-
No.
I can’t fucking get it righ-
Stop.
Just… stop.

Sketch of Time

robot-rokz:

I use to be many things.
I would watch colors
As they glided throughout the sky
And streamed into head,
Then right onto paper.
My hands turn to fist as my pen turned to into a knife
These canvases were no longer art
They were murder scenes
And red was the only color that made sense…
I watched my veins raise and turn gray
My mind overflowed with shadows
I watched
My passion die.
Shrivel away, and become hate.
Pure hatred.
And I’ve never been more scared.

Edible

redplanetmarrs:

She knows
That
she is my poetry…
So she never
Questions
why
I find so much,
Pleasure
In having
To eat my words.

©R.Marrs~2014

Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation
Alex Turner  (via channeigh)

ink flows
Raging river
Gasoline on paper
Tracing the curves in your name
Flames
Bring
You to life
Words
like knives
To skin
Piercing
Through fragile veins
I feel
I feel everything
For once
I bleed
Poetry
Reminds
Me
That I am
Human

I played with fire
But it gave me a satisfaction
That I didn’t have before

If I were to count the number
of goodbyes we said every night
they would outweigh the hellos.
If I let time slip through my shaky hands
I may take what we have for granted.
There are days I feel you’re an illusion and
will disappear in a puff of smoke
leaving me to crave a cigarette
because you are nicotine and
whiskey shot straight into my veins.
The truth is, you are my only addiction.
Some nights, long after our goodbyes,
I taste whiskey on my tongue and
smell smoke on my skin.
I still feel like I am dreaming - mwd (via madworlddiary)
Message me if you have a spoken word up you’d like me to check out ! ;)

curvypervyme:

I just wanna lay at your feet the way Mary did to Jesus. I love the sound of a poets voice. It’s an enchanting experience . Grant me my wish ;)