I have always been good at poetry. that's how I used to express myself before I started cutting. but since I got the shock treatments it's been hard.
The memory of you:
The memory of you still haunts
all your words and all your taunts
when alone i bled inside
ran away to my own little corner to hide
You used to make me...
I'm not entitled
You can take it all away
I'll learn survival
I'll play the part I have to play
You never know, dear
When God, Himself, will intervene
and I, myself, had no fear...
Lately my thoughts have been clouded
I'm jaded and surrounded
By enemies who approach me like their friends with me
Whisky and Hennessy
Pouring into the glass with venom and...
Here is something i wrote a few years back after a bit of a messy experience where i got played by a crazy woman.
You and your lies:
You and your lies, me and my dumbass cries
poetry is a beautiful thing. i love rhyming poetry. i used to write a lot of it and i was so good at it. the words would just pop in to my head so easily
I love poetry
It allows me to write my emotions instead of using violence as the answer
The silence I used to hold in,I get to write it without no one getting what i'm talking...
Since I was very young I have always liked to write. I used to write short stories but now I write poetry and about my life experiences and short paragraphs using prompts from a...
I used to. Not anymore. when i used to write it was like i was possessed, i would have so much stuff pop into my head, i think i was having a spiritual awakening at the time...
Ever since I can remember i've loved to read books. From short stories to the thickest books I can find, i'll read it all. I would spend hours curled up in a chair somewhere in my...
Born like poetry curious and free
No fear or shame instilled in me
Exploration of smiles and soft laughter
Bright lights and naps I wonder what's after...
There's a room inside of me unaffected by time. In this room exists one perfect moment before everything turned to dust before my eyes. In this room I never allowed my...
Life is a sentence that I must survive.
With patience, I wait till I'm no longer alive.
I have to be patient and live out my days.
God has a purpose, is all people say.
Like the winds of change
flowing through the trees
I can no longer feel your love for me..
your beautiful heart that would beat so strong
Every time we would meet, is now heard...
Entered this one for a contest. I hope I can get a Honorable Mention at the least.
Lonesome Cries and Deafening Shatters
Angels dressed in pure white petals
Fly me lightly in...
THE STRUGGLE IN ME
I've got eyes to see but no vision in me
I've got keys in my hands, but i'm no longer free
I've been lied to my face and laughed at my back,
taunted by my...
Bated breaths suck up empty space
Of what used to be eternity,
Is now an elongated wait.
As dreaded ticks accelerate fast
We tap our thighs for the fated blast.
A few seconds and...
MY FATHER’S HANDS
My father’s hands, were strong and firm,
But also rough as well.
He used them for the work he did,
And you could always tell.
You could see the calluses...
You were inhumed
suspended in space
surrounded by murky, fertile soil
the nursery for a growth that was at once
a flowering garden
a verdant forest
a steaming jungle
In a cold dark town,
Smog filling the air,
Kids wearing deep frowns,
Intoxicating pollution kills with no care,
Life was happy and used to be fair,
Poor child am I,
Gazing at the...
this is a very special poem to one of the greatest EP friends i have on here <3 i hope he feels awesome after reading this :)
hello was all you used to say
but then our paths...
all I want to do is scream. all I want to do is to let go. all I want is to go back to who I used to be. I may have been demented but at least I was strong. I may have been...
My yesteryears haunt my visions,
Returning often enough to entrap me in a prison,
Of scattered fragments of remembering what I sought only to forget,
Shards of painful...
I found a poem I wrote back in 2013.
In the dark harsh weather.
In the bracken and heather.
In the long howling night.
Their howl last up to the first light...
This land they say it isn't free
I know because they have taxed me
It never ends a cycle who's path never bends
I guess a slave we will always be?
I see pain
Life is wonderful. It gives you all the opportunity to change and make good from past mistakes. there is no reason to fall into fear and negativity. I used to wonder why was I...
I am happiest when doing creative things. I used to draw when I was younger... I drew a lot from when I was little until I was about 18 (I didn't have time anymore when I was at...
I have loved books ever since I was in the fourth grade and could check them out at the school library. They were a wonder for me living out on the stark and lonely prairies of the...
The past month has been a huge change for me. I believe in a balance between four different aspects of humanity in order to achieve peace: emotional, physical, mental, and...
I wish I could feel again. I wish I had a normal life. I was hospitalized for 6 months for being suicidal and depressed. I had 17 shock treatments. it's like my mind is fried. I am...