For your poems.
A broken fence
Some rusty nails
The Old farmer is decrepit and dilapidated
Barrenness is all around
Yet he still ploughs
Holding on
To something that is lost
Everyone’s left
They are but bones in the yard
He shaves his face
Falls to sleep
In a dead cot
In a dead house
Where everything rots
I painted this picture one day when existentialism was strong on my mind. I hadn’t painted it because I was feeling suicidal. I hadn’t painted it because I wanted some attention from my parents. I hadn’t painted it just because it looked cool. I painted it because it spoke to me. I hear a lot of negative opinions from all of my family about suicide. They say those people are cowards. They say those people don’t know how good life is. They say those people are selfish. They say those people are mental. Well I say different. I say suicide is damn ugly and suicide […]
Now I am different
They have changed me
But I still hold that
There are too many people
I cannot bear them
They torment me with their jokes
Still the evil of noises
Is the beating of their hearts
Stop! Don`t move
Stop! Don`t move
I cannot, cannot bear it
Stop! Stop beating
Don`t you see? I`m not too lucky
Still you pump blood and
You grow in number
Coming over me in flocks
I cannot bear you
I`m trying to get rid of you
In my dreams I hear
The thunderings of your heartbeats
Stop! Don`t move
Stop! Don`t move
I cannot, cannot bear […]
So, this is very different than any other of my posts,
but I have been experiencing some “feelings” and I cannot find a name to these symptoms.
I feel like I can communicate with an outer me, such as if I had a twin, it’s very strange, it started with mirrors, and now I feel like I am not alone, although I am sitting in my room alone, such as another person is her. (Another version of myself.)
I have experienced this before, but only when I have been exhausted, and/or when I go from being surrounded by people for a long/short period of time, […]
I still haven’t moved on from that fight between me and a bunch of fake friends.
The pain in my head just makes everything worse.
Half-heartedly, I tried my best to look strong. But to no success.
Under the rain, I would be weeping as I kept thinking about it.
Rather than having a fun young life, I refused to do so. I am always at home.
The atmosphere between me and those backstabbers will be awkward on school days.
Sadly, I can’t avoid it as we are in the same class.
Now what do I feel? Put all the initials of every paragraph together.
IT HURTS
It’s mysterious,
the day you change,
suddenly feelings are engulfed by darkness,
and it feels as if you’re carrying a darker shadow than usual.
You wonder if people notice,
but you don’t think they can,
until you get that one person who says “Why are you so different all the time now?”
and you realize that everyone has noticed,
they’ve just been too polite to say anything.
You curse yourself,
but how could this be your fault?
This isn’t something you wanted,
this isn’t something you can change.
You swallow down the pills,
that numb your brain, feelings,
yourself.
To please you parents, your family, your […]
Just a few things on my mind and I may seem harsh but reading some of these comments are making me ill. Your all encouraging each other to take your life’s? Giving each other options for easy ways out? I have been in the exact same situation as many of you&it does get better. We don’t need to encourage each other to take the easy way out. We need to be sharing some fucking hope! So if I come across as harsh, it’s because I generally care.
First of all, I don’t give a shit what anyone says; There is no reason why you should take […]
I had the power of a dream
Change was mine to choose
Yet when the light pours in
The power I will lose
You can be a king or a street sweeper,
but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.
~Robert Alton Harris
i don’t care what anyone says about how school is important and should come 1st.
Every time i enter that hell of a place i want to kill myself.
trying to keep my cool around ass holes who’ve done shit to me in the past, and surrounded by people who i don’t even like.
forced to do good when my mental state wants me to go out of this world and onto the next faster then you can say homework’s due.
surrounded by drama and shit that keeps running up to me and bothering me, not wanting to go away.
barely any friends or people i feel i trust…
i hate […]
from the depths of despair I wander
but not all who wander are lost
yet I am both
a wandering vagabond in search of answers i’ll never seem to find outside of my rib cage
my animal pen that keeps my true rage locked inside until it’s time to feed
hidden and looked over have I been for far too long
.
.44 magnum for voice box full of ammunition that’s begging to be fired
whoever gets in the way is irrelevant; the bullets are meant to kill
cause I’m killz and I was born in darkness
birthed in hopelessness and death themselves
i have seen […]
AshesGod_sChild.
All Godly Things and Each and Every Godly Thing that I and Eye have posted and replied, and in speaking; have been to draw nigh, simply merely Always to draw nigh, unto Thy, unto Thine, unto Thee; I and Eye; I see no delete in sight; to no avail; I and Eye seem to fail, I fail, I fail, I fail. I and Eye have really no thing and nothing to offer, Here; in this space, in this place; Here and Now. I shall take my […]
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I do not own this poem,Forgotten by Tomorrow was written by Kelly Deschler
She stands at the edge of the precipice,
looking down towards her future.
The last tears that she will ever cry,
falling from her eyes,
then falling into oblivion.
She watches them drop
as they disappear forever.
Yet, she laughs in the face of death.
Would it really matter if she took the leap?
She has been forgotten by tomorrow.
The wind blowing at her back,
pushes her to the edge.
Almost agreeing with her final decision,
and encouraging her to jump.
A thousand thoughts and memories
racing through her mind.
Her first day of school.
Her tenth birthday party.
The lonely, awkward days of her teenage years.
The day […]
I miss you
So pretty, your smile
It feels like forever
But it’s only been a while
Just a bit more till I die
I wish I got to know you
You bring a tear to my sad eye
It’s true, I love you
I love the way you dance, I love the way you are
This place is mine, the feeling none.
Who are you to force your way in.
I ask not of what you bring, only of what you have left.
This is my platform, my disillusion.
And yet you take that which you did not sow.
Can I identify that which causes me grief.
What is there to scrutinise but the reality of this thing.
And yet I am here, while others are not.
I cannot take what is not mine to give.
When did I stray?
Was it convoluted, a misplaced thought?
How long can I occupy with such disdain.
I usher all around me to speak.
Such words have […]
It’s weird.
Thinking is weird.
It brings you to thoughts
you could never imagine you thought.
Yet you know that somewhere
that thought came
from inside
the soul
known as you.
Your pain is truly tragic.
You hoped and dreamed.
However the world just
isn’t they way you planned.
It isn’t what you imagined.
Yet you sit here and say
“I will kill myself,
and make the pain go away.”
But it’s just a hope,
that something is better.
That leaving is going to be grand.
But what if,
it’s not quite,
what you hoped,
and dreamed,
it would be.
It’s not what you
Imagined,
not what you wanted.
Well doll,
there’s no going back.
A Poem Written by Myself.
The Itch
I have this itch.
It lives inside me
and I don’t know
why it stays.
I have this itch.
It burns my skin,
and I don’t know
how it stops.
I have this itch.
It sheds my blood,
and I don’t know
why I’m doing this.
I have this itch.
It’s around my neck,
and I know exactly
how I got here.
~XxNameGoesHerexX
Sometimes I just want to disappear into thin air,
make myself come none into existence,
forgotten by the crowds,
and erased by time,
I never felt that I will ever fit in this fallacy
My soul, my breath, and my blood
They are just deceiving illusion
I don’t belong here
Something tickling my mind
And tell me to run
Tell me to believe in something unknown
Somewhere I should belong
Out of grasp of the Fake
It actually not a poetry, it just some random words that stumble upon my mind. Something like this bothering me for years. Somehow, I believe there’s a place for people like me out there, or maybe I just being delusional?
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