Poetry & Art

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Is It Really All It’s Going To Take?

August 9th, 2017by Eccedentesiastsoul

I do not think I am capable of being loved. I fear that I am never going to be able to find someone who will love me the way I fail to love myself. It has always been my only hope. What if it’s the only way all of this will ever get better? To find the right person who will always be there for me. The thing is I’ve been lied to so many times that I don’t think I can trust anyone anymore. People talk to me when they need something then they just disappear. If I refuse to do what they ask …

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gross

  Song: Gross by Bulldog Eyes (asleep, track no. 2) “You’re so fucking gross // you know the blow lands low”   this band is very nice and deserves a lot more recognition for their lo-if music. really kind of helps when I’m feeling low    

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Even More Shitty Creation

August 7th, 2017by shatterediris

Be alone for eternity?

If love is real I don’t see

I don’t feel, and it’s hurting me

Trapped alone, in my own

Prison hiding in my home

Burning deep within my hell

Yearning for a wishing well

To cast a coin

Make a wish

Listen for the swish

 

Water echoes hopes and dreams

Of those with ropes and streams

Of tears, falling down their face

For years feeling out of place

Tying knots, getting chairs

Feel forgot like no one cares

Step off, fall, fade away

Then people act fake and say

They’re all shocked, and surprised

But when it’s all summarized

It’s them who caused it all

They made you want to fall

Never have they shown you love

Until it’s time to start to shove

Your …

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Into Darkness

August 3rd, 2017by breaking_the_cycle

Fate balances in my hands

A swaying lover

Caught up in the embrace

A flick of the wrist

Is all that it takes

To the darkness I awake

Nowhere fills the rear view mirror

As the answer

Makes itself clear

My future has become

Stained with your blood

The scars of tomorrow

Forged in the fires of tonight

As bells ring in the distance

Marking the end of a life

In your memories

I’ll try to hide

Shut out the world

To find something greater

Than this pain

But hollow hope will leave me afloat

To drown

In this mess I’ve made

Now home

Isn’t a place I stay

It’s a feeling

That’s washed away

The past has long since passed

Me by

Just a faint flash of pain

Hidden inside

These eyes

Keep on searching them

But …

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Upside Down

August 2nd, 2017by breaking_the_cycle

A whisper in your ear, signals the return of all your fear

You thought things were looking up

But only because you’ve been upside down

While your hope was leading you to drown

Such a foolish boy, don’t you know that you’re just a toy

When the fun runs out you’re cast aside

Now you’re running away, with no place to hide

Searching for a reason to live, but you’re dead inside

Why are you not surprised?  Is this what life has done to your mind?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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7-8-17

August 1st, 2017by Cause of Death: Suicide

If you’re looking for me
I am in every crack you could slip through
I’m behind you when you aren’t turned around
I’m perched on your shoulder when you’re only looking at your feet
I’m tweaking your misfiring codes when you are dreaming up a lullaby

I arrive at the time where the worlds begin

I leave here when the raging battle between the devil and god ends

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Smiles

July 30th, 2017by EyeOfHorus

It never gets easier, seeing you smile.
It’s something I used to draw out, take pride in. Your smile was my masterpiece. I was happy to suffer, to make it okay for you. I was happy to lay aside my pride, my dreams, to see your face light up. But it doesn’t get easier. Now you smile, but it isn’t for me. Now you smile and it isn’t my work. Now you smile and take pictures and look happier than ever and I… and I sit here, dying.

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wednesday – 1:01AM

July 25th, 2017by suicidalkitty

What frustrates me so much is that this sickness taps on my windows on cold, stormy days, begging me not to sleep. It sits on my lap taunting me to caress its soft but stinging, midnight fur. In busy crowds, it whispers my name as i walk, telling me sugar-coated stories of how it made at least 5 souls drain out all the sadness inside of them in thick red in the last 4 hours it left me so i could finally close my eyes and sleep. But on days where i sleep longer and wake up waiting for its thick cloud to suffocate me, i …

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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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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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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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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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Just Stay Right Here

June 17th, 2017by smw24

Call Out to God!

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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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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 Cause of Death: Suicide

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

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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.

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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!