Poetry & Art

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The “happy” bunny.

July 20th, 2017by Octr

So cute and so fragile and so soft

hello little bunny, might you be lost?

Cuddle little bunny, I need your warmth .

Squeeze little bunny, I need your corpse.

goodnight little bunny, you’re not needed anymore.

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AAAAAA (Short Simple Shitty Thing, and a Ramble, Mostly a Ramble)

July 16th, 2017by shatterediris

I can’t write with any feeling

My work’s always unappealing

Even when my skin is peeling

Off and my mind is reeling

I don’t know what I am feeling

I don’t know if I am feeling

 

I was told a bit ago that everything I create seems empty and void of feeling, so I was going to write a thing about that…. About how I can’t really put feeling into things if I barely have those things to begin with, and of course me not being able to stay on task or topic with anything just sort of led to this pile of shit…. Obviously now I should add two lines …

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1

Water

Water

July 15th, 2017by SeeSmith

…And oh, poor Atlas,
The world’s a beast of a burden;
You’ve been holding on a long time
And all this longing
And the ships are left to rust;
That’s what the water gave us…
– – “What the Water Gave Me”
– – by Florence + The Machine

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1

Another Pile of Shit ^_^

July 9th, 2017by shatterediris

Rise from the grave

Bring them pain

Make them all into stains

Show them all of your distain

Tell them all how you’re thirsting

To see all their bodies bursting

Hear all their dying screams

Eat all those crying teens

Taste their tears

Haunt their fears

Linger in their best dreams

Turn them into stressed machines

Rend their flesh

End their breath

Hit refresh

End their death

Watch them all reanimate

All to help exterminate

Their old friends and family

Be the end, the calamity

 

Meh, decided I can toss this here…. I wrote this while in the mindset of a necromancer for some reason…. -_-

Maybe one day I should put more than 20 minutes of effort into something, then maybe I could write something …

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Still alive

July 8th, 2017by shatterediris

Do you want to know what the best joke is?

I wish that pain would vanish, fall out of focus

People are crying masses full of sadness

Chocking, dying on the gasses of their own madness

Isn’t it fabulous?

Makes you want to quit and slit your wrist

Doesn’t it?

 

I guess I should share that short, shitty thing I wrote…. I gave up on keeping track of things I wrote, and kind of gave up on writing all together. I’m still alive, and mostly just checking here quickly…. Things are going well enough I guess, kind of speaking to people a lot and stuff. I am worried about when I stop …

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Do People that Commit Suicide Really Burn in Hell?

July 3rd, 2017by BlueDiamond

The perfect solution to already tortured souls is to torment them for all eternality. Sounds Good to me O’loving God. Who wants a marshmallow?

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1

My Chest

June 28th, 2017by bittersweet angel

My chest is where my heart beats

My chest is where my lungs expand with life

My chest is where the emptiness can be found

My chest is where I feel the most sorrow and despair

My chest is where I sometimes cry deep down

But most importantly MY CHEST is where I place my hand to remind myself I am still…….ALIVE

 

By BitterSweet Angel

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why God tortured me like that?

June 24th, 2017by an_old_child

after years of suffering, it’s getting good at last.

i think i’m feeling happy and it seems to last for a while. the question here is, why did God tortured me like that?

i know that the day would come that everything will turn upside down again and i will feel down and suicidal -since no happiness is everlasting and no sadness, too- and i think that i’m not ready for that day.

i definitely feel stronger than before all these things happened to me – i don’t really want to say what i’m referring to by “these” – but i don’t like the idea of being put …

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2

To Stay…

June 21st, 2017by Mehikka

I wish I could stay here…

However, talking to you all and reading

All of your stories…

Makes it harder for

Me

To Stay

I’m always going to be falling

Apart.

And yet, I post this and you people try

To make me stay…

Yet that decisions isn’t yours to make…

I try to make wishes to stay

I have so much going on I have a feeling that

I won’t make

It to the end of summer,

Unlike what my friends

Want me to

Do…

Even though

We do nothing together

They make it harder for me to stay…

Alive…and well and a whole bunch of random crap…

My life is

A

Bunch

Of

Random

Crap…

Nothing to see here…

I’m done…

Just

Plain

Done…

Sorry Farah

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0

Just Stay Right Here

June 17th, 2017by smw24

Call Out to God!

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1

Shit

June 15th, 2017by Grass

Here it is again today
The blues
What a mysterious set of hues
I wish they’d go away

Here I am again today
Alone
Is this hell or is it home?
Why is everything so grey

And again I’m calling out to you
Screaming your name
Don’t you think it drives me insane?
I don’t know what more I can do

Is there something more I need to prove?
What more is there to lose?
You’ve left and gone your own way
Leaving me here with hell to pay
It’s an honest shame
That I still give into this game

Again I hear the chorus of
“You’re so brave”
But will you say that when I’m in my grave?
The definition of “coward” fits like a …

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7

not weak

June 14th, 2017by nonserviam

depressed people are not weak. they are the strongest people. they fight more than anyone else and fall more than anyone else but still decide to get up. depression is a very deep battle inside a human being and is not fixed by blaming them for being depressed. love them no matter what they are going through, embrace them when they are frustrated for no reason and don’t give up on them. just don’t.

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A little poetry from my one-man band, “The Fleshy Bones,” my Freshman album “Songs for Kids that Live on the Moon.”

June 11th, 2017by Username123

ÅNot how I usually write but I started on this, kind of a dreary night. I like how it came out. I’ve been writing a lot about creepy crawlers and things that go bump in the night. In this, I was taking an approach on likening parts of a human through personification. Supposed to be creepy, ominous sounding. Working on instrumentals.

supposed to be psychedelic rock and hip-hop and screamo/hardcore band….. very experimental with the different subsets of music.

This is hardcore.. obviously.

GOLD FISH SWIMMING THROUGH YOUR INTESTINE

GLOW WORMS MASSAGING YOUR BRAIN

LIGHTNING BUGS TO POWER YOUR VISION

AN APPLE CORE AS A SPINE

LITTLE BLACK SPIDERS BURROW IN YOUR HEAD

CLAWS OF DEATH SQUEEZING YOU BY THE NECK

APHIDS UPROOTING YOUR ROSE HIPS

CUPID’S BOW SPIRALING YOUR LEECH LIPS

ELECTRIC EELS PUTTING THE SHOCK IN YOUR HEARTBEAT

– – – – –

LAUGHTER BUBBLES LIKE A CAULDRON OF FROG’S BREATH

YOUR TEETH AS TERMITES GNASH DOWN WHAT YOU CHEW

SUCK IN DEAD MEAT AND SPIT OUT THE BONES

THE MOP ON YOUR HEAD, A CROW’S NEST

ACID RAIN DRIZZLES OUT YOUR TEAR DUCTS

A TRADE WIND BLOWING KEEPS YOUR HAND FIXED

UNBUTTON YOUR SKIN, ATTIRE SHELTERING YOUR TENDONS.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

TOOK A NAP IN A COFFIN

WOKE UP BURIED ALIVE

CONCRETE UP TO YOUR NECK

THE SUN IS SETTING JUST ABOVE YOUR EXPLODING HEAD

THE AIR IS REEKING OF YOUR ABYSMAL DREAD

THE SENSE OF EXILE SETS IN

 

 

HOLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDD OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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3

His Name Is Robert

June 7th, 2017by Addiictivetragedy

His name is Robert , I was only 8 years old  sitting all alone on the couch. I remember his white T-shirt, all by myself in a crowed house. He hid in the kitchen  to hide from the suspicion. He took my innocence, he was very quick. It only took a minute, this monster was sick. Like a broken record it repeats in my mind. 15 years pass and I’m still not fine.

They say your body is your temple but I was vandalized.  This Innocent little girl on the couch was now traumatized.

He wasn’t the first to hurt me, and wasn’t the last, this little …

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5

Goodbye

June 6th, 2017by My life is over

I’m gonna do it from me to humanity hold on and don’t give up stay strong.

 

 

It will be rope this time

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Poetry, Violence, and the Trembling Lambs or Independence Day Manifesto (Allen Ginsberg, Deliberate Prose, selected essays 1952-1995, Part 1)

June 3rd, 2017by nobody

  I have my doubts that anyone will even read this in its entirety. But I thank you if you do. I’m posting an essay by Allen Ginsberg, a poet from the beat generation. If you’d like, skip ahead and read it. If you’d like to read a little background about me and my history, read on. I sincerely hope at least someone bothers to give this a read. Allen Ginsberg is my personal hero. I happened upon his works when I was 19. Depressed, suicidal, half insane from isolation and mental trauma, I would spend my …

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2

Things that hit home…

May 31st, 2017by Niko

The belief that you

are not good enough

will force you

to entertain things

that are not worthy

of your time

the belief that you

are not good enough

will force you

to remain in an environment

that will destroy your ability

to thrive in any relationship

you attempt to create

the belief that you

are not good enough

will force you into situations

thay will cause you

to compromise your standards

the belief that you

are not good

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so many

May 31st, 2017by babypanda

I don’t want to be suicidal. I don’t want to feel as though the only way to make things better for everyone is through my absence. But that’s always where I seem to end up.

Too many feelings all at once

I don’t know how to stop

Wish it would end

I don’t want to be here

It hurts to be alive

It hurts to hurt you

I’m tired of trying, of being, of

Why can’t I be normal??!?!??!!?!??!!?!??!?!?

What is my purpose

Why am I here

Jumbled thoughts running through my head

Just keep living

One more day

Make it to the next

I am calm

The storm has passed

More like locked away

But we don’t talk about that

I never talk …

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4

I’m alive

May 29th, 2017by GerbzBaby

 

It has been a very long time since I’ve posted here! I miss coming back here and talking with everyone. I hope this drawing makes up for my absence 🙂

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What Hurts The Most.

May 29th, 2017by kellinandrew

Many things can happen in life,

This I know.

But what do you do,

When the pain is to much to bare.

You hurt yourself,

And call It fair,

You tell yourself that it is your you fault,

That you should have cared.

Now it’s to late.

I didn’t think it would happen to me. At all. Why would it happen? That is what I don’t understand, he tries to help, and I know he cares. It hurt him too, but why? Why does it hurt? Why am I so upset? The baby, can I …

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