Secrets of the Scare.

{Photo Credit: The Ballerina Supremacy}

 

I'm too young for this.

It isn't right

Yet if I continue myself I shall loose in the

Fight

Somehow you got a hold of a simple skiff of skin

Then proceeded to burrow your way in

So deeply entangled in treachery

Dysfunction, disgrace and calamity

feel more like sanity

I can't believe I let this happen

Disgraced the very name

That I used to lace up my heart

Blood drips down my bodice

Spreading its sickly warm grin across my face

Drenched in hot desire

STOP

I should've never lit a fire too large

For my small hands to extinguish

I'd need your help 

That's what scares me

making me cower in my thoughts. 

-Adrianna

aRTSY?

{photo credit: Better Living with Herbs}

I feel like I should be drawing some massive disproportionate purple flower,

Blowing in the wind.

Resurrecting my desire to feel love again.

There was a heart beat that once told me what I was living for,

Picked up those sideways pieces I left at your door.

In its place now stands a broke man,

Curled,

Curdled, 

Crippled,

Toes in hand. 

~Thought I'd share some more recent poetry, if that's what you want to call it :P