For your poems.
Chasing after the moon.
Under a cloudless sky.
The stars suppressing my sense of self.
Forgetting my demons.
Forgetting my scars.
Trying to grasp the moon.
Hoping to steal the secret to its peace.
Content to rise and fall.
To always shine just for itself.
My cries fall into oblivion.
My hands always failing to reach it.
Still chasing after it.
Awaking from my dream.
The moon still in the sky.
Still away from my reach…
by moon gazer
Welp a bit behind, this one I tried something very different…. not sure I even like it, or if I can even call this one a poem…. Since it wasn’t written down until after it was mostly together in this state…. -_- I can probably hit 100 in this year at least, even with last month sucking…. Technically still possible, maybe I should just count more things…. I hope somebody at least finds this enjoyable…. -_- It felt strange to do :/ But maybe different is good, maybe I can learn more from this than if I was sticking with-in my established style.
Smashing in your […]
Well I’m counting this…. This was written pre quickly and I had a shitty day today, but my friend came over which was good I kind of asked if he would as I was pre sure I was going to cut myself…. -_- I don’t really like this, but it may be okay I guess if I’m going for 100 per year I have to count everything right? at least it will help…. Guess it’s practice….
I watch life through these misty eyes
I blinked once but I missed it twice
I’m crying I need advice
That is what I realize
Nightly I initialize
Self-inflicted lacerations
Always losing hesitation
More and more until […]
A poem written by me during my darkest moments.
Behind the closed door
Behind the closed door
Lies a girl who hides her pain
Buried in so much sorrow
All hope is being drained
Behind the closed door
Lies a girl practicing to smile
To hide the truth from everyone
A mask in which will only stay for a while
Behind the closed door
Lies a girl with cuts that bleed red
From unbearable sadness
She’s only hanging by a thread
Behind the closed door
Lies a girl who could no longer cry
She starts thinking
How will she say goodbye?
Behind the closed door
Lies a girl perfectly still
Who lost all hope
Who lost all will
Behind the closed door
Was where a girl once used […]
Kind of loosely related to my 8th one I was reading things I wrote because I wanted to write something but had no idea how to start, and sometimes looking at old things helps me do that…. So yeah I just kind of built off of the general feel of it because I liked it…. It’s a bit different than normal…. I’ve been sick for over a month now and this has pushed me way behind, I need 9 more this month so like one per day now…. no sleep either so yay will be tired for school and pathfinder today ^_^ -_- 🙁 :/
So […]
Free me from my washboard prison; trapped within the rungs of steel and fabric. Tossed about. Useless stained cloth.
Use me like you should please. Tell me you would still forgive me; bleach me white again. Tear me to shreds and make me feel pain. Devour my resistance, show me pleasure.
Watch the words spill from my lips like droplets of crimson blood on stinging cuts. Let the warmth ooze down porcelain skin in dead silence.
Allow the skies to part wide, just to show us the true face of oblivion. Fall into the gaping jaws and tell me stories of what you find out there.
Ill alienate myself. […]
I don’t wanna hear.
I don’t wanna see.
I don’t wanna feel.
I wanna disappear.
Into the void…
I can call home.
I thoroughly believe the position I find myself in is due to one thing; apathy. My own apathy. I suppose when you stop caring about your own life, it’s easy to stop caring about a lot of other things. I suppose the facade is pretty easy to pull by now. May as well continue. At least for a little bit more.
I feel so alone, as if I am not good enough.
Today I almost suffocated from my own self-hate. Sigh, not literally, metaphorically. There were so many people in the bathroom all of a sudden and I could not cry, I had to hold it in for approximately ten minutes while they fussed over their picture.
Many of these have no names/titles
1.
And that’s the difference between one day and the next
the Sun rises and the Sun sets
and I am small
a leaf carried,
rocked back and forth on an autumn breeze
every day fading, fading to gray
in the cooling distant sunlight
Ice and rain and cold nights
leech away ’til I am rice paper thin
translucent and ephemeral
as moth-eaten lace
decayed
And from this perspective decay is natural
the gradual fading from life a process
of absolution
heavy binding minerals drawn down first
salt and metal, run through by cold
Water
that cracks stone and cement faded gray
Hey! I hope everyone’s doing good (as good as it gets here at SP)…
This is my first post but I’ve been lurking for a couple of weeks now, commenting here and there more recently. This site and all of you on it have been a massive help to me recently in many different ways and I wanted to thank you all for that.
I used to spend a lot of time drawing but haven’t been as much lately, this is the last thing I finished and it seemed pretty relevant to SP… (sorry for the poor photo Q).
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You are not alone, you are worth it.
Together we can make it through.
I swear, I will be here for you.
You are loved, you are beautiful.
Inside and outside, every part of you is lovable.
And if you don’t think I am being truthful,
I swear, I will prove it to you.
Because my love for you is irrefutable.
You are amazing and kind.
Don’t let others redefine you.
My dear, please let me remind you,
That I use you all the time as an example,
When someone asks me to describe what perfection was.
If you knew how loud they would applause.
I swear, you would drop your jaw.
You are sweet and honest.
I appreciate that the […]
Yesterday I found this place, where thoughts can be expressed that are so often kept silent
it is an empty place where hollow people dwell
“hollow”, spacious to the point of echoing
empty, expectant
so i sang a song and gave a little speech
to the chorus of voices all lined up at the shore
a faceless sea of voyagers paying their’ fares
tearing their flesh and flaying the souls within
all to buy a ticket
all to buy a ticket
I’m behind, and I’m feeling too many things to write right now…. I can only really write when I’m not feeling that many things…. Feelings are overwhelming…. I have also been sick for the past 2ish weeks or so and I want to die…. I’ve lost about 10lbs it seems…. That makes me sad now…. I am now 130lbs (at about 5′ 10″) at least that’s what I was when I weighed last time…. Either way I can see all of my ribs now threw my skin that’s not good…. Onto this piece of shit that is written while I’m not exactly entirely all together […]
Human’s Imagination / Humans’ Imagination / Humans Imagination is better than Reality
Movie / movies is better than reality / real life / real world
Video game / games is better than reality / real world / real life
Novel /novels is better than reality / real-life / real-world /
Sci-fi / Science-fiction is better than reality / reallife / realworld
Fantasy is better than reality / real world / real life
Anime / manga is better than reality / realworld / reallife
Dream / dreams is better than reality / real-world / real-life
I hate reality !!!!
Reality it’s all about MONEY !!!!!!
Reality is BORING […]
Here’s a poem I wrote months ago during a particularly dark time.
A Life Not Worth Living
I sit here in silence with no reason left to care.
A life not worth living … that is my life I swear.
I started a process, a journey, a little while ago.
I call it the difficult process of trying to let go.
You look at your life, all the experiences up to now,
and you wonder how you got through it all asking, “Really…how?”
You’ve reached out to family for love and support,
but instead of […]
The minutes are torturess. It’s as if someone is screaming inside of me. My life has become unbearable.
But suddenly now I’m at peace, with the concept of death. I’ve reached the point where I’m okay with how I feel. I accept it. I accept that my life may end with an impulsive slit to the throat. I accept that I may go on for a lifetime feeling this pain and enternal hurt.
I accept these things, but it doesn’t mean I’m no longer aching inside. Because I am. I still have this dull heavy pain in my chest but I’m no longer fighting it. […]
Life is a game. This is not real, everything is fake. Love is a game. There is no such thing as true love, its a joke. Everyone just messes around with other’s feelings. This is all fake, we are all living in somebody else’s imaginary world. This is all pretend, like just think about it… why exactly are we alive if we are going to die in the end? Everyone likes shortcuts, and suicide is a shortcut to life. There is no real point in living, you do something bad in society either you get noticed and then punished and never heard of again; or […]
Hey SP members, I found a song online and I wanted to share it. This song means something else compared to what most people think, but we can relate to it. It is about we are are not alone and we have someone to get support, for it can be a friend to any of us for help because we all understand each other and can help each other. Just remember, when you are in a dark time, there is someone there for you.
I am one voice and I am singing
I am one voice and I am singing
I am one voice and I am singing
I […]
Dreary, mind is a mess
Act cheery and just suppress
The rolling, growing tiredness
Do not think, but reminisce
Of a time of happiness
Drink up all of its bliss
Cuddle in its fuzziness
Watch as it turns to mist
You must eat to persist
It maintains this mask you wear
That smiles, at the heart it tears
There you go, I wrote something…. I think it sucks…. But me probably pre good for being sick and sleep deprived without much a voice to read this out loud to see what it sounds like -_- But at least I don’t has a headache anymore, I want 10 per month at least just to be safe to […]
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