For your poems.
You said you’d never leave me.
You said you’d stay by my side forever.
You said you’d always hold me tight.
You said you’d go through anything with me.
You said you’d never let me go.
You said you’d never forget me.
You said you loved me.
You liar.
I’ve become silent because I have become lost even deeper within myself. I look through windows that are suppose to reflect my soul and yet, there is nothing to be found. The season change and so do I, as the wind grows colder, I become more bitter, more hollow, more and more alone. As my anger gives away to pure utter emptiness.
I have lost everything, within a moment. I have been used up for all that I am and all that I ever will be.
All I know, is I no longer see color, just diffused light within cloudy shades of gray.
I am all but a […]
I promised myself it wouldn’t happen again.
I told myself I wouldn’t be groomed again.
Yet here I am, In the same position I was in years ago.
All the memories and feelings are coming flooding back.
The fear, the guilt, the shame. I feel so disgusted with myself.
I feel so dirty.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t understand how I’m back where I started.
I don’t understand how I broke the most important promise to myself.
I dont understand.
I feel like a failure again. I feel like a disappointment again.
I don’t understand how I’m here again.
I can’t believe I’m a failure […]
I held on…through everything over the last year……I held on…being turned inside out…. I held on… giving it one last try as I hung on to nothing….I held on…while grasping for anything as I fell through nothing but open space…. I held on…as time keeps marching on, as it forgets me in it’s wake….
I held on…..because I know what it is like to be alone….I held on…. because I know what it’s like to have people turn their back on you… I held on…. as I cried alone…. I held on as my heart finished breaking as I held my infant son one last time….I […]
Though not written by myself, I feel that this piece of poetry applies to many of us on SP. It is considered one of the darkest poems of the English language; written by William Cowper, after his suicide attempt, in 1774 – following the poem Sapphics (“Lines written during a period of insanity”).
Encompass’d with a thousand dangers,
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors….
I … in a fleshy tomb, am
Buried above ground.
— William Cowper
Though the sands of time pass
The wounds remain fresh
Ones that cannot be healed
By even sins, of the flesh.
Welp I decided to delay my homework and do this instead…. I don’t like it at all…. But should still share anyway…. Why not? I don’t like a lot of things about it…. It flows kind of sporadically threw out it, although it still feels all like one piece at least…. so meh…. It kind of feels like it’s having a heart attack…. (the poem (if you can call it that))
*start*
Let’s think outside of our bodies
And stop acting like photo copies
Of the worst in society
You’re on your knees, call it piety
Oh please, just stop speaking
Of this paradise you’re seeking
Praying daily like an addiction
Begging for a […]
A journey through emotions
Long, dark and cold
Enough to make even the youngest
Feel old
From depression, through mania
And everywhere between
The pain, everlasting
The struggle, unseen.
Lying lifelessly on the same old sack
I can hear the constant tickles of the wall clock
Piercing the silence just like waves hitting the rocks
Reminding my brain chained in shackles and locks
That it can bear endless shocks
It has gone past the jibes and mocks.
Every passing moment seems identical
Biding idle time feels like a prey caught in tentacles
Even when body makes a move
Soul is stuck in an endless time loop.
Purpose is long gone
No one now even frowns
Friends disappeared as sun shone
Leaving shattered and prone.
Dragging life meaninglessly alone.
You blame it on depression
They understood for a while the condition
Now all seems a clever deception
Shredding responsibilities in dejection
You think why you exist
Hopelessness you cant desist
Life took new turns and twists
Dragging your feet close to the closet
Death awaits with patience
Shame on your fake innosense
Cant muster courage to die
Ill fated forced to survive.
They say that life is a journey
I stand and contest
From the womb
To the breast
To the end of one’s quest
Life is merely a leg
For death holds the rest.
Escape from its grasp
An impossible task
For the afflicted is trapped
Within a one piece clasp
The issue before thee
One cannot see
The moon from the night
The shore from the sea.
The cock of the hammer
The slam of the slide
Signaling the death
Of one’s self pride
One pull from freedom
One final thought
Shall my soul fly
Or, shall it not.
Have you ever been so in love it changes your entire perception on romance, life and the point of existing? I mean why bother with something that you have no control over especially when it involved two people. It isn’t like you can force the other person to reciprocate the exact same feelings that you have. Love is a funny thing, it can either make you happiest person alive or it can make you want to tear your soul into a million pieces. I guess it depends on what type of relationship you are in, although even the best of relationships can turn sour at […]
Trapped inside this ominous receptacle,
Eighteen years, eight months, six days, ten hours, fifty minutes and forty seven seconds beyond my best before date,
I stand hollow and cavernous-as the wind cascades itself amidsts my masts, creating sweet tunes and great form;
My eyes have been spectators to such mesmerising beauty, humbling devastation and horror;
My ears have beared witness to great orchestrated melodies, profound speeches and bone wrenching pleas for intervention;
My skin has felt the sweet caress of a caring hand, the firm- corrective thump of life, the allure of a sexual pulse and the sterility and inamimacy of iron.
My heart has endured the thrills of young love, […]
From my travels I had five coins
One for Drunkiness
One for Insanity
One for Greed
One for Theft
One for Sobriety
I got drunk on wine
I smoked green until high
I sat where my noose touched the sky
I passed out until morning
Only to find
I’d lost them all except two
Insanity and Sobriety
Now I sit stuck between
Wondering what it is I should do
Hey guys, so I was digging through some old stuff yesterday and I found a poem I wrote a month or so ago. It probably won’t make much of a difference, but I’m hoping it will make someone feel better about themselves;it always cheers me up when I read it.
Here at the darkest part
is where I must choose to start
a place I want to leave behind
but always blaring in my mind
I cannot run and cannot hide
from the darkness that lies inside
the answers I seek to find
questions I know of not which kind
the greatest acceptance, my chosen despair.
upon this life I do not dare
to call the darkness from which I hide
I sink my head, “in lonely torment…” I cried!
I run from this gathering of host
the face of all, I am afraid of most
this darkness I keep within
hidden beneath this drape […]
So I kind of like this one, not sure why…. This is one that I wrote today, had to write a few because I didn’t do any writing yesterday and that made me feel bad…. I normally don’t do this on weekends, but I skipped a few days during the week so I have to catch up, I decided that this one can get a title because it feels like it wants that as a title…. Again as always this is mostly just freely written by me in a sitting or two (this one was two (30 minute break)) so it is pre rough and […]
Why do people fail at suicide is it because they don’t want to die really? or is it because they haven’t done what they were meant to on this earth? Is it because for some reason we aren’t meant to die? and why is it that I’m still alive when some other innocent is dying of cancer? why am I still breathing when other people, people who matter, who have lives, kids, people who need them, but I’m alive. I’m not important not really. I don’t know this just kinda came to me and I don’t know why…
The Fall
The wind pulls me forward, asking me to jump.
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