I write a lot of poetry that comes from within when I can no longer express myself clearly. It can be what I’m doing at the moment or what’s pulsing inside. It must get out. I used to draw by hand and every blue moon I will draw one thing. But my art is not what it used to be. I am not what I used to be.
My drawing as a kid at in school got me in trouble. I did it during class when what I was learning didn’t interest me. Teachers would take my notebook, or scold me. One kept my notebook […]
4th of July is in two days, that’s the day i had planned to end it all. I have this amazing guy who walked into my life and makes thinks better but life is still hard. I stooped taking my meds bcz i wanted to think clearly on whether i would go trough with my plans or not. I still have no idea of what im going to end up doing. My boyfriend does not make it easier on me. He knows all about it and he does not want to lose me, he said he can see himself marrying me in the future. I […]
things are so messed up.. when you post something to try and help people and only get negative comments and then you just want to take it down.. so you do..
things are so messed up.. when you meet someone and they lead you on and they flirt and they say they only want to be with you.. then they tell you they have a girlfriend and wont talk to you again..
things are so messed up.. when your only way of coping is through cutting and pain.
i fake a smile every single day, and the moment where it slips, and  im questioned, i panic and say […]
i can’t write anymore. I don’t even have it in me to write poetry. I’m inches from another relapse and the only thing stopping me was the poems. I’ve got no more inspiration. I’m so low I can’t even express it. I want to go back. To cutting. To drugs. To cigarettes. To not giving a fuck about anything. Because this forcing myself to care about life is draining me. Maybe another attempt will set me straight. Maybe if I can just solidify my depression, I’ll never have to be happy again. I’m sure I’ve got more than enough razors and pills. Maybe I’ll drop […]
People, PeopleÂ
Dont you see
What you and this world have done to me
You’ve killed my spirit
Drowned my soul
Tooken away these people and made them blame themselves
Then you tried to tempt meÂ
And I almost did itÂ
But it was My god My faith and My spirit
It was these three things that kept me from the edge
But Im not that goodÂ
Because Im still on a ledgeÂ
On that ledge is where I am and will stay
Until I can see where to go from today
Suicide and Reclamation
It’s so cold and dark in this place
I’d cut myself open to show you
Our blood is the same
Water stings as it kisses cuts like my mothers lips
Something about submerging myself seemed to be like a baptism.
I remember when my pastor dipped me in the water.
I want to be clean again.
I want to tell you I’m sorry…for what I can’t remember.
All I know is that I was wrong.
Alcohol burned so much I thought it killed what made me sick even those dirty sinful memories.
I want to be pure again.
I want to hold someone […]
To begin, I am fairly misanthropic and disenfranchised due to humanity’s impact on nature and the wildlife that inhabit (or did inhabit in many cases) this once beautiful planet, Â how society is in general, whether it be the intolerance and hate that monotheistic religions have spread for generations (as well as how religious teachings dominate our political and legal systems despite all of the blatant problems that arise from it), the general lack of concern for our irreversible impacts, our horrible justice systems, our spiraling out of control dependency on technology, etc, etc…. but I also share the German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer’s views on misanthropy […]
Sorry, everyone, but tonight you are going to read what my best friend so aptly describes as “The inessential ramblings of a disconsolate teenager”. I write on many subjects, love being one of them. This is meant to be a song, but I can’t write music, so it’s just lyrics. I wrote this a few weeks ago. For all of those heartbroken tonight, I feel your pain. As always, FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED (as are suggestions for a title).
I used to try
To separate reality from the lie
To keep my dreams distant
Especially while you were present
Because my mind has a mind of its own
It has a […]
Just saying, but I never really was into poetry. I’m sorry if I say things wrong, have horrible grammar or any other mistakes as I am currently high on weed.
Now then, with that cleared up, I’d like to bring back what I might talk about right now. I am absolutely in love for my cousin and want to be with her. My friend finally hooked me up with the hubby bars I wanted as you can see. I hate the poetry on here.
Since weed is considered a truth serum (used in the 1920’s by cops on mobsters to find all the drug […]
“Let love but gently touch the strings,
   ‘Twill all be sweet again!” Â
“Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.
What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit’s cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,
Its crystals a little poultice.
This life isn’t worth living, if you aren’t with me to share it.
That is why I try so hard..
When you hug me, it heals me..
When you kiss me, i feel alive.
I never thought I could fall in love again.
But I did, I fell in love with you.
If I die now, I will die yours forever.
I just want to be yours forever.
But I know I can never be yours forever, whilst I stay.
You will never love me the way I love you.
I am Ariel, so I will die yours forever..
I am lost
In the sea of emotions.
Swimming isn’t my strenght.
“What if I drown?”
I think to myself.
The deeper I go
The darker it gets.
I want to be above the water.
So I won’t have to feel anything.
Should i wake up dead one day
Open my eyes and find my life had gone away
Should i witness this from afar
Or from where usually I sat looking out
My mouth firmly pressed into a discontented pout
Now from death left wide ajar
– If only
Down and down I tumble
Towards the end of it all
Feeling so hurt and dead
Just a constant reminder
I wish to bleed
Nothing more to carve away
I want it.
God, I crave it more.
To dig away my skin.
To hide away all the reminders
It will be no better
Probably not. But I hate myself
More for leaving proof
Dreadful memories of what I am
A deep insane mental case
Who tried to end herself many times
Now with marks everywhere
Ashamed and forever frightened
To be judged and lectured
To show off my body to my love
For even my […]
I’ve had ideas for stories before, but I’ve never really had the willpower to get farther than a chapter. Maybe I’ll try writing some short stories even though that would be difficult in its own way. But first a poem.
There once was a man from France
He never wore any pants
But than one day
He sat on a bee
And did a delightful dance
So I think I want to start writing poetry. Seems kinda gay though. But I think it will help me express how I’ve been feeling. I really have no clue how write it so if u kno how please comment.. But yeah, the feeling toward putten off have gotten kinda worse. It don’t matter though I guess,right! Ha. Ohwell. We all have to die sometime, just sometimes suicide is the best way…. Please comment if u have any tips on writing poetry.
No matter how many times I try to run from suicide it finds me Depression appears every time your here I want something to love someone anyone it would be a different day for me for you for everyone who played a part and stole pieces of my heart it could be today that you won’t see me tomarrow
Do you know as I do, delectable suffering?
And do you have them say of you: “O! the strange man!”
— I was going to die. In my soul, full of love,
A peculiar illness; desire mixed with horror,
Anguish and bright hopes; without internal strife.
The more the fatal hour-glass continued to flow,
The fiercer and more delightful grew my torture;
My heart was being torn from this familiar world.
I was like a child eager for the play,
Hating […]
Behold them, my soul: they are truly frightful! like mannequins, vaguely ridiculous, terrible, singular as sleepwalkers, aiming their darkened orbs who knows where.
Their eyes, devine spark gone, as if gazing into the distance, re-main lifted skyward; you never see them let their heavy heads sink dreaming toward the pavement.
so they traverse the illimitable dark, brother of eternal silence,
O city! while all around us you sing, you laugh, you bawl, smitten with pleasure to the point of atrocity, look! i drag my self along also! but, more bewildered than they,
I ask, All these blind people, what are they looking for in the sky…
Miss Lucy had some leeches
Her leeches liked to suck
And when they drank up all her blood
She didn’t give a…
Funny when the doctors
Had locked her in her cell
Miss Lucy screamed all night that they
Should go to bloody…
‘Hello’ to the surgeon
With scalpel old and blunt
He’ll tie you to the table
Then he’ll mutilate your…
Come, it’s nearly teatime
The lunatics arrive
The keepers bleed them all until
There’s no one left a…
Lively little rodents
Are eaten up by cats
We’re subject to experiments
Like laboratory…
Rats, I’ve dropped a teacup
How easily they break
I’m on […]
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