Little girl dreaming of death
She's only sixteen but her life is a mess.
Sitting up alone all night
Feeling these thoughts that she just can't fight.
She's up in the bathroom staring at herself in the mirror,
She thinks why can nobody hear her!?
She takes out her secret box...
Took a sledgehammer to it
Left it in a bloody mess you *****
Took my hopes and dreams
And threw them in the dumpster
Razor blade to my veins
Bleeding to death
You spit in my face
Left me paralyzed
Stole my happiness
Left me in this abyss
I hope you know
I hate your guts...
through everything I could try
seems some are not meant for much
and I just happen to be such
is time to go, leave what I care for most
after all, I'm only a host
God! Answer me! why did I survive
just to wish I'd have died?
where are those who swore to stay by my side?
Just my thoughts and my feelings and no company
I thought about our past and the things that we've done
Like holding hands and walking, just simple but fun
I look at your picture on my refrigerator door
The one that I took of you down at the shore
I'm sad and I'm bitter...
Let me turn on the light in your dark room,
I will show you my discoveries , trust me,
They're all over these walls.
I am not naive,
Nor am I ignorant.
Can't you see?
The hidden messages that were on this wall?
They are unscrambled and answered,
Can you feel at all?
The pain, the shame,
That I hide beneath the smile in my eyes,
And the nightmares,
They continue to wake me,
Leaving a trail of tears along my face,
Some escaping to my hands,
Leaving invisible marks of the churning emotions below the smile in my eyes.
darkness seems to surround me where i go..it is my friend and my enemy.it is my serenity blanket of security like a little child.it scares me and hurts me so. wherever i go i carry darkness with me for i've only known darkness.I can't stand in fear against it and yet i fear it...
Out of his tapping fingertips, came all the words he had to type.
Those words that laid within his mind, through all his sleepless nights.
The fanning flames of starkness, of his reality of spite.
From Inside that mind so twisted, came the words of such...
although it was I
who did such a deed
I, just a nothing
so I plunged the knife
a cruel act of hurting
dreams that tower
and always shine
do not belong
so they had to die
with blood on my hands
my head lowly hung
I morn for my dreams
and what I have done...
weeks ago. I do feel better now :) It is good to empty out emotions now and then...
I have a dark side, I think this poem is pretty dark but written pretty well. Here goes nothing...
The sound of crickets chirping in the dreary Autumn night,
One man sprawled upon his bed left...
All laid out to waste
Mesmerized inner glance
Pitch black circumstance
Pitched scream, ignorance
leaves copper-like taste
Waking state will deflower
nightmarish morning hour
vade retro black in power
virgin minds stay...
drip drip drip
the blood leaving the wounds of my body seeps into the dark earth
why was it so easy to be destroyed and maimed by the ones who I thought I could trust
drip drip drip
I feel the weakness growing in me
I am alone now but what good is it to have defeated my...
and crying tonight
And as I look my Demon he is by my side
He laughs at me with a devilish smile
He says "I'll only be here a little while"
He spands his wings and we take flight
He takes me to my childhood and I close my eyes
I hear my screams and I hear my cries
I feel the...
The noise it makes has sealed my fate
It closes in.
I know I'll die to stay within
I rail against
The injustice of this cloying fence
I rush it
Smash it up
It bloodies me but gives me up
Demigods of Logic and ill Wisdom
Loaded pistol pointed blank
Towards the blissful existence
Incisions into true human visions.
Walk forward blind into the firing line
Like a prisoner with his hands tied
and his Mind fried, a slave to nonexistent time,
Dead yet as well as Alive...
The glamorous stones draw the eye
Whilst the others: in the sun they fry.
The yellow sickle-swords taunt the dead,
Whilst the powerful lie cast upon a stone made bed.
But nor they will be remembered, still
For no soul treads the path by the mill.
and as this...
until you want something from me.
You ignore me when I need you.
You neglect my feelings and emotions for you.
You have forgotten that I exist until you no longer have someone else.
You dismiss me like a rag doll into the abyss.
I'm tired of being rejected like some nothing that...
is it the moments come now.
And yet the ache still twists and completely turns.
Even though I made a home I lost the fucken house.
I thought I was safe I thought I was loved.
I was nothing but filth to be washed not smudged.
Who could expect heat from eyes so dark and cold...
there is a creature that comes from a place where there is no hope or joy. The air itself is filled with misery. His heart is filled with a sadness that words really cannot depict. He walks among you but you would never noticed him. He is me.
and broken dreams,
Living life against my pillow upon my bed, nothing left to be said,
Scattered thoughts filling up my empty head,
Existing again just watching the wheels roll by,
The wheels are moving round and round,
Forever yearning to be found,
Hazy shadows on my wall...
what's commonplace is far from fear
but when the light, so faint, does fade
my own dark self may find me here
Where are you now, oh brother I loved?
We do not walk the same cold path
I thought, in life, that some might stay
a while, to stray, though night became day...
antidotes, deprived breath like rope around my throat.
Hypnotic apparatus finally exposed, force-fed bargains for a timely decompose.
Sinfully brazen, lust of a deadly rose.
Mirrored vision of themselves I kindly give a toast. Deranged minds shamelessly untwine, given the...
First day of school
And she thinks it's a new start,
But these kids have painful words that shot deep inside her heart.
But no amount of hiding
No amount of closed doors
Could keep away the taunting of the kind of clothes she wore.
Long sleeves in the summer.
What was she...
tongue of now
whispers of past
a funeral kiss
her touch of wreath
again I hold
the death of me...
her eyes of blue
a graveyard stare
to share a heart
she has no care
too soon she'll be
as she succumbs
the death of me
the soul but for some "appearance" seems to take the leading role from a scene where "ones virtues" fall in to decay, within this sickened feature film once thought as "too risque" so the prior "innocents" succumb to the trappings of "fame" (these twisted values) and perversions...
I really did,
That was my mistake.
I put a knife to my throat,
A gun to my head,
The knife slides like butter across my throat,
The bullet tears through me,
As I'm bleeding out,
Do I see a helping hand?
No of course not,
I'm just am extra in...
for months now. No words jotted down and no prose poetry written. I am still waiting. Waiting to turn your death into a breathing work of art or a beautiful compilation of enough metaphors to describe the peace you felt "when God called you home". I've realized today that its...
From a silver thread
With the monsters within
You just want to give in
Now imagine that's you
Every day, every hour
Like a wilting flower
You try to tell your dad
And you try to tell your mom
But they say you...
I WALK TOWARDS YOU SLOWLY MY FACE HIDDEN BY MOVING SHADOWS
YOU HEAR THE WHISPER OF MY MOVEMENTS
YOU SEE MY FORM MAKES ITS WAY TOWARDS YOU
YOUR HEART RACES AND YOU SKIN SWEATS
THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR
YOU FEEL THE BLOOD THUNDER IN YOUR HEAD
I am a wolf with anger that grows and grows, till the day it snaps. All run loose with thrill. we all have issues in life, is family really there ?
Can I play freely in the night underneath a moonless sky, to a forest we run, and in a cave we hide. To echoes of voices we hear...
and rot it?
How is it that you run out of meadows?
When will it start raining colors besides bloody red??
You can dance on coal, but how about a mirror?
Will you be able to stand the sight of yourself?
i have spent alone, when the Shamen made his presence known.To me i believed his spirit was drawn, allowing me the comfort and time to mourn.Unsure of how (and where) to turn, but there was so much more to learn."Our spirits will merge as well as to coexist", "in light of our...
I can't do it
It will go wrong
Living is hard
Just can't go on
I'm tired of this
Too much pain
I can't endure this
Just not again
I can't hold it in
I just need to cry
But first I have to
Just say goodbye
All I feel
Is crippling sorrow
Unable to conceive
living inside the minds of all those of the abused.
Alone with my thoughts
What's that like?
Silence is overrated
For the record, so is night
The darkness in this mind
The chaos never ends
Tears I can't cry
And happiness pretends
Coating the door
Can't shut my...
Says the Hatter, 'What’s the matter?
Your mind is going queer!'
Says the Rabbit (out of habit)
'Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
In my mind I think you’ll find
A cog is coming loose...
Explaining why (you can’t deny)
My thoughts are quite diffuse!'
Replies the Hatter...
but can kill without a second thought.
Water is life upon which many seek,
But to much and you will sink.
A tree provides shade, beauty, and air
The leaves fall each season.
Then snow comes.
A beautiful yet wild thing.
Untainted, unmanned, disoriented
Yet with each snow flake...
so I wanted to share this.
I see the words of many men
Who speak as though their deeds are sacred
I see the very hearts of saints.
Who’ve turned from love now into hatred
I see the sky above turn black
The rivers empty, oceans red
I see an enemy everywhere
Both in the street...
darkened days drenched daily.
its own apocalyptic undoing.
For the highly functioning monsters,
who hunt alone.
Lacking a parent or two,
or maybe beginning with none at all.
segregated and alone for all to see,
Embracing the devil...
Making me see things that only live in imaginations
Hungry for my soul
They scream my name
Looking to make me bleed out my sins of the past
Leaving me in cold sweats
Looking and seeing nothing but hopeless barren landscape
Lost in my mind