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Being AloneYou know what the best thing about being alone? no one knows if you are here or if you are gone. Ones silence can someday be their downfall, but shhh if you listen you can hear the ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. You can see now. but shhh there are only secrets behind these walls. count. count. count. One. Two. Three.
Inside DemonI'm lucky to be alone, because if I wasn't people would know. I have a demon inside. and right now it is clearly on the outside. ripping me apart. Only maybe if I wasn't so alone I wouldn't be letting it come out. Ah I am so good at locking it up, but it is a part of me and if you suppress something to long it will explode and there is no holding it back. this demon is getting restless. and the bars of this cage are starting to break. I will have to let it out or it won't be willing to go back in. only there is no safe place. nowhere to transform. this place is full of eyes. The demon inside is scratching at my throat, tearing at my stomach and eying my fresh skin. my hands are getting twitchy, my body is starting to spasm and I can feel it coming out. Help? someone stab it, please? end the suffering and pain. don't let it come out. I don't want to lose all control, I don't want to be the animal. I can feel my skin stretching like I'm going to explode. I can feel it growing inside. rip
AngelsGod has sent his angels
To collect another precious soul
One whose eyes shone blue like the noon day sky
Whose frame once stood tall and strong
But sickness took all away
Your fragile frame now lays lifeless
But the glow around your face
Lets me know that you are in a better place
Comfortably you left this world in a coma
Leaving family and friends in tears
Of sorrow and joy
They can’t see you fly
Flying high in a comfortable way
Singing with the other angels who have come to guide you home
Pray for us in heaven
For here we feel so alone
Your presence is lost
And only memories remain
Here we hold a picture of you
To show one last time what your bright blue eyes looked like
How your smile could brighten the day
Hold us now
In your angelic arms
Give us comfort in this time
Breathe peace into our hearts
That life may go on
Be forever here to watch over us
Until the day we can meet again.
Let It All GoLet it all go
Limbs have lost motion
Mind running wild
All emotions ripped out
Every feeling cut loose
Rip off the coat
Stand out in the rain
Isolated in company
Lost within the crowd
Loved more than deserved
Gifts with every turn
Close eyes fall asleep
Dream of deaths not too sweet
Dancing in the wind
Singing to the sky
Let it all go.
BladeThe 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.
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 social guy,
But he doesn't seem to have time for me,
Always out partying with someone else.
Sound is just plain annoying.
She never knows when to be quiet,
Always blabbing away or making noise to drown out Silence.
Now these are all just friends of mine,
My best friend who I mentioned earlier is Death,
Who gets along with everyone.
Because he is always around whenever
BruisesDark painful imperfections
Abrasions below the skin
Black blue, purple, grey, green
What color does your portrait sheen?
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.
Help MeI'm lost in this hollow place
This frame I live in can only hold me up for so long
I'm breaking inside and I'm falling apart
Is no one here to hear my silent cries?
I want to escape from this place
And the only way out isn't a choice
The doors are locked the key is lost
I can't see
The darkness is overwhelming
My only sanctuary is when I have lost myself
Far away on a dirt path leading to nowhere
Where the trees change colors and talk to me
And there is nothing I can do
This road is going downhill
And I can't seem to run fast enough
I'm falling to fast
And there is no one to catch me
I'm losing myself
This time I can only go so far.
FearThe Dark Spot
Festering in the back of the mind.
Expanding past irrational,
Devouring sanity piece by piece.
Poison enters the veins,
Pumping viciously through the heart.
Tremors ripple through the body,
Paralyzing the muscles.
Fear swallows the mind.
Tears at the flesh.
Releasing the adrenalin.
RUN. FIGHT. SCREAM.
FEAR CONSUMES ALL.
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
Vile cold word
Describes the most despised emotion
No one loves it
Everyone fears it
Its edges cut deep into tender hearts
Absorbed and relished by hollow hearts
There is no escape
It lurks in the darkest part of the mind
Waiting to strike at any moment
The moment where the mind fails
Nothing is left between Hate and the body
Hate mutilates all love and care
Leaves the flesh scarred and cold
There is no room for love
Hate consumes all
There is no escape.
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