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Hiding within me. Waiting to be seen. Not until the time comes. When I can no longer lean. Hiding in my closet. A deep and dark secret. It's only that keeps all. Everytime we've met.
Can I be wrong for forgiving someone who wronged me horribly. Taking from me what was not given. Breaking what was unbreakable. Torturing what was given. Hating what was to be loved.
Is this what it takes. Fighting to keep eyes open, body shakes. Tip of my tongue bleeding a spreading ache. Trying to make what it takes. Failing mistake after mistake.
You didn't really need all that stuff, the bigger office, the bigger chair, the bigger desk and that bigger hat to wear... You had a little office, with a practical desk, a comfy chair.
Sitting up at 10:38 wondering "why am I sitting here, what use is this" And the first thing that comes to mind is "would you rather sleep through all of that upset, or sit up and talk to...
My eyes close I'm holding onto my memories and hatred. my slumber all alone in my head... so silent.
"Make me cry" The whisper came, barely audible. "Make me cry, I need to feel something. Something I know is real. I need that release. The endorphin's to rush through me. The tears make me real.
#Acorns My first poem with any real length. ( 3 months old) I see the store ahead, I'm nearly close to Town. But here comes the swam of demons, Trying to drag me down.
She struggles in vain At the bonds that hold her tight The rope digs in, causing her pain Holding on to that will to fight She lashes out at her captors Screams and wails in her despair She...
A desire Leads to fire Burning out the pure My sins bleed blood red Waters closing in over my head But I'm okay No I'm not An endless battle...
What do you do when negative and positive Just balance out. How do I find out what this is all about.
I'm standing in my dimly lit hallway. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Overwhelmed with emotions I have yet to figure out. So scared of what people have to say and think of me.
Spiraling hills, accident spills. The blue crowned pills. The addiction kills. Traces & faces. Once loved places. The ecstasy erases. Out in the silence of the night.
The knife-edge glimmers With a promise of release From pain, passion, love-unrequited, I know how it feels; Cold blade slicing hot skin, Warm rush of blood, endorphins kick in, And I yearn for that...
Nothing is worse than knowing no one trusts me. They don't understand, they don't even care what they see. They look at me like I'm a blank canvas, one which needs to be painted.
If my world was made with edges, On the tip I'd always be. Resentful that I had the choice... And that security prevailed me. If my world was made with edges, You'd find me at every join.
Lost all alone in a land of haters. The pain and the hate permeate my skin. All things past degrade me still. What I would give to to wash away this filth. This devil in front of me pulled my hand.
Reality stings like the rose of a thorn, As harsh as a rider's whip, As cold and as cruel as the vast Winter's wrath, And as chillingly rash as a hit.
My neurons don't communicate these days Disconnected, fail to reminisce On conversations treasured And peacock dawns like this. I'm divorced from memories it seems; My mind, she angrily lets me go.
I remember the time when I had to hide my head in a 'so called' shame, Because of something you thought gave you reason to blame, But now I'm strong, and you've become weak, So I'm setting the rules,...
Closer it creeps This feeling that never sleeps. It's bundled up within Burning beneath the skin.
You sit in the corner You sit in the sink You sit almost everywhere I think Not to any value Respect or care You can hear it softly lisp It's not fair Get out of my mind And out of my sight I'm...
Quietly the peaceful night turns into a dark haze The limp blind stays quiet The room ghosts are still Spirits are silent The hot body Sweats on the crumpled bed sheets Droplets form on the...
#nightdwellers In the dark shadows of the night a dark figure roams slowly hidden and out of the moonlight It walks through the dark preferring it to twilight.