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BruisesDark painful imperfections
Abrasions below the skin
Black blue, purple, grey, green
What color does your portrait sheen?
Inside, outside.
Why cover them up?
Bruises line in perfect symmetry
Up and down, left and right
Watch my eyes as they turn black.
I take the hits with little thought
Beat me black and blue
Words or fists
The pain is the same
Screaming and bleeding
I smile all the same
Cut out the hate
Let you stay the same
Apologies are empty
My words are lost in deaf ears
Black and Blue
I Hate You
Love me all the same.

SanctuarySanctuary, this place that I find in only one place.
Yet the torment of the world still reaches me there
Their words do not matter.
But the way they watch drives me crazy
This Sanctuary I find alone
Brings peace to my soul
As it rips and tears through my flesh.
Oh Beautiful Sanctuary.

No More LightThis dream has become a reality
The once imaginary pain has become real
Kneeling before the altar I scream
The dead pull me apart

They tear at my memories
Twisting reality
Slowly I can see all the dead people walk.
They have come back for me

I did not ask for this pain
The pain that the dead have brought
Life no longer shines in this dark world of pain
Pain created by my mind

The time is soon when I will be consumed
End it all with a quick twist
The graceful blade across a trembling wrist
It is much too late for redemption.

This lifeless body marches with the dead.
Bleeding out all the pain of tomorrow.

FriendsDeath,
Such a strange person.
So fearsome and yet so relieving.
Lately death has become a friend of mine,
He and his pals have been close company with me.
Silence is the only person I really like talking to,
The ring of her voice is so soothing.
Isolation is the only company I need,
He holds my hand and guides me around.
Depression is a great friend to me,
She is always there giving me a hug whenever I need it.
These friends are the best ones I know,
I have other ones but they aren't as great.
Happiness for example is always leaving.
She is great when she is around but she doesn't like to stick around.
Outgoing is such a socia

Fade into Written WordFade in lines of written word,
disappear betwixt prose and rhyme.
Summon stories of stardust's song
and find fables of forgotten times.

Disappear from harsh reality,
seeking lettered escape.
Twisting lines into melodies,
leaving the long lost agape.

Whispering wishes of wanderlust,
daring dreams of dancing,
gushes of grace's grandeur
with the beauty blushing brings.

Let's fade in lines of written word,
disappear betwixt prose and rhyme.
Summon stories of stardust's song
and find fables of forgotten times.

Lonely CriesDon't look at me
When I fall apart
I don't want you
To hear my cries
I will always push away
The ones who say they care
It's just sorrow and shame
They care only about themselves
It's just their morality
That makes them pretend

They never look in my eyes
Too afraid of what they might see
Of the empty stare
That won't go away
Scared of the darkness
Of the soulless face
And the hint of a murder
That is always there

I should have seenI try
And I try
To be better
And better
I try to be perfect
I want no fault
All for you

I only wish to be everything
And give you everything
I didn't know
I was hurting you

Again and again
You told me I was fine
There's nothing wrong
I should have understood
And accepted myself

We all have faults
It doesn't mean there's something wrong
I just wanted to reach the impossible
I wanted to be perfect
For you

I'm sorry
I should have seen
You love me
For me

Let It All GoLet it all go

Limbs have lost motion
Mind running wild

Tired.

All emotions ripped out
Every feeling cut loose

Numb.

Rip off the coat
Stand out in the rain

Cold.

Isolated in company
Lost within the crowd

Alone.

Loved more than deserved
Gifts with every turn

Smothered.

Close eyes fall asleep
Dream of deaths not too sweet

Freedom.

Dancing in the wind
Singing to the sky

Let it all go.

The Turn AwayWhy do they avert,
why do they stare at my feet?
...are eyes a burden?

Monologue of a traveller.

A shadow lingered on the shattered walls,
swaying in the light of the crescent.
He claimed to having answered destiny's calls,
so he gave life to places long quiescent.
But gods had been merciless to his young age;
throughout the traveller's endless route
they had made apparent their growing rage;
hidden dangers appeared from the bruit.
He held onto sanity's smallest grain
fingers slipping through invisible ropes.
Broken symbols are all that remain
after the illusion of cruely stolen hopes.
His conscious is now much too frail,
and his words are now much too sinuous.
His impregnable diligence to no avail,
and his frenzied monol

Days of our LivesThey ate the days of our lives
Seconds and minutes
Hours and days
These were the days of our lives.

They came and went
And died in our eyes
The world spun
And the people cried.

OutsiderMy black soul is seeping of impure and sin
A head full of hay and a heart made of tin
I'm neither the black sheep nor demon tonight
I'm bad incarnated, the pure face of fright

The rules are for weaklings, I just make my own
I created my crown and I crafted my throne
I rule with a thirst for chaos and blood
Pushing others carelessly into the mud

Never regretting I keep committing crimes
Not looking back as the funeral bell chimes
I torture, rape, murder and break people's hearts
I put a quick ending to pure, fresh new starts

What matters is not where I go when I die
I never ask how, when, wherefore and why
I let nature take it's

Come With MeCome with me
Into the meadow of dreams
Where time has no meaning
And the world is without
Where the wind whispers softly
Pleasant comfort in lies.

Sit with me
By the waters of fantasy
Where the tides role in
And the water laps at the ground
Where imaginings have no end
And innocence never dies.

Help me to remember
Help me to forget
Help to lose time
And never to regret

A Fragile Lifeheady beats flow into his ears, each music note
a dream fluttering to the forefront of his mind—
obliterating the darkness of the world
trying to encroach his every thought.

clunky earphones, the only ones he could afford
sit on his ears, blocking any untoward noises—
like the screams from downstairs
and the sharp thuds from the room next door.

slick rhymes pulse through his mind,
temporary escapes from the maze of
treacherous times—events rather not remembered,
best forgotten within the sands of time.

background vocals implant wells—
depths of azure hope and cerulean freedom
springing from the undiscovered r

I Love the RainYesterday, the sky grew dark for hours
I looked up and I knew the rain would fall
Then I heard the soft sound of raindrops
The clouds had heard Nature's call
It would delight me to see people running
I saw that scene once before
They wander about like nothing will happen
Then the rain pours
And they rush indoors
I wear my mack in the showers
I look at the sky when I go outside
I expect changes in the weather
And I am not so surprised
I welcome the rain after dry days
When the sun beats down and the air is hot
I sit in my cafe in the pouring rain
Watching all the others run to and fro
From the rain I learned to enjoy
I love the rain

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Death at My DoorHe knocks quietly
Almost peacefully
I am eager to answer yet so afraid
He has come for me
But I am not sure I am ready.
Overcoming my fear I open it slowly.
He stands there, a grim face that seems so sad
Walking in he sits.
I am so confused
Are we not supposed to leave?
He beckons me to his side
And slowly I lower myself beside him
He looks into my eyes
"Why? It was not your time"
Sorrowfully I remember my actions
We rise from the couch and go upstairs
We stand over my body lying lifelessly on the bathroom floor.
She is kneeling beside me crying.
I rush to her side and attempt to comfort her
But she cannot hear me.
Death w

My Little BirdLittle Bird why do you not love me?
Your friends love me, or so I think they do.
Not all of them are very nice
But they still say nice things every now and then.
But you Little Bird, you never speak a kind word.
Your words peck deep into my heart
Planting a seed off which you can later eat
Why must you hate me so?
I know I haven't treated you very well sometimes,
But I thought it was your job to help me
Not hurt me.
Little Bird why do I love you so?
I cannot live without you
And yet all I want to do is destroy you.
Little Bird Help Me.

Secrets

Here is my box
There is my key
Do you dare open me?

What secrets do I hold?
Are you willing to face the consequences
Of opening my box.

Are you willing to open me up
And look on the inside
What will you do when you see?

These secrets I hold inside
Are only one question away.
That question will open me up.

Will you open my box?

Cut

Watch me as I fall once again.
Watch me lose my mind to nothing.
Tell me I'm worthless
Tell me you don't care
Look away.

Listen to my cry of pain
Walk away.

You don't care
I don't care

Watch me bleed.
These cuts can't go deep enough
The blade isn't sharp enough
Watch me bleed.

Close your eyes
I disappear

Open your eyes
I am gone

Search for me
I am lost

Save me.

Take away this pain.
Tell me I will be okay.

This broken mind is tearing itself apart
Leaving me in a pool of blood

I want to die.

So once again

I Cut.

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by ~SecretAura, Nov 9, 2012, 8:05:21 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

The sweet taste of pain
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.

Bladeby ~SecretAura

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

I'm in a morbid mood right now.

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~NotenSMSK Mar 3, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hello, I am (okay late but forgive me) from

This work... okay you were in a morbid mood but managed to write quite an amazing work. While I personally dislike works based on self infliction of pain and all, this work appeals to me in a poetical way. It is a Quatrain which is a form I have written in and personally like. It also, like 6 word stories, holds a lot of depth in a short work which makes it more wonderful.

So coming to the work directly, the expressions in every single line are well formed, they merge well and the meaning they give off - while I don't approve of it - comes about beautifully. The last line especially was beautiful. I hope it does not reflect on anything you do in real life

That is all, I hope you are doing well

~SecretAura Mar 7, 2013

Thank You.

~NotenSMSK Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are welcome.

*prettyflour Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hey there,

Prettyflour here on behalf of

with the critique you requested.

I must say, I have long been a fan of short poems. I love when when a poet can say so much with just a few words. You've definitely accomplished that with this poem.

Morbid? Yes. You certainly convey that.

I like the way you use the words sweet and pain in the same sentence. Two opposite things that you brought together nicely to show another side of what pain can bring some people.

And the last line? Brilliant. It has a finality to it that ends it nicely.
Great job! I hope you're not feeling morbid anymore, but if you are... keep writing and let it all out in a safe and healthy way by expressing it with words.

Thanks and have a great night!

~SecretAura Feb 9, 2013

Thank you, I try to fight the dark side of my mind often with words, sometimes I am not very good at it but I try

Your response is greatly appreciated.

`MagicalJoey Feb 4, 2013 Writer

I know this morbid mood all too well.

~SecretAura Feb 9, 2013

!TheLunarDragon Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This Critique is on behalf of

Ah, yet another brief poem! Always makes it a challenge to Critique. But I like a challenge!
I did rather enjoy everything about this piece. The ability to give off such emotion with so few words is absolutely fantastic, I eve got a few chills. Well done.

The only thing I can critique here, is, as with many of my critiques. The Categorization of this piece. This is more Fixed form poetry than Free Verse. Free Verse 99.9% of the time does not rhyme or have much structure. Beyond that, brilliant job!

~SecretAura Jan 31, 2013

Thank you! and I actually didn't realize it rhymed... so I will try changing its category.

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