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Viseract May 2016
They told me to shoot for the stars
But the gravity of negativity
Outweighed the thermals of positivity
And even with everyone's support
To Hell I fell
Viseract May 2016
So now you're finally here
My voice is hoarse, I have no tears
I shed them all when I screamed your name
So long and so loud but you never came!

I only saw you in my dreams
Apart from that you remained unseen
You promised you'd be there for me
But you weren't when my world split its seams!

I tried to crawl away
Away from the fighting and the pain
But all I have, it seems
Is this world others have made!

So don't tell me to calm down!
Why don't you just go away?
Leave me be, as you did
And ignore me as I fade away!
Found my inspiration again...
Viseract May 2016
A grey and rainy day
A day to wash away the pain
Clean the slate before fate decides
The pain is here to stay

A person to specialise in fixing my problems
When I myself have trouble trying to solve them
A psychologist for someone as messed up as me
Can they really fix it?
Well I guess we'll see

I got so much anger
Yeah it's balled up deep within
Massages don't do **** for me
It's deeper than the muscles under my skin

It's all up in my mind
And a part of my anatomy
Can you really fix my anger
When it's coded in my chemistry?

I'm not too sure
But I really hope it works
Because if it doesn't I'll probably collapse
Either that or go bezerk

Down the other alley
Is a depression so deep
You can almost taste the water when
You're drowning in your sleep

But asleep or dead
I know it's all up in my head
Every problem can be solved with time
Rather than force the end

The problem with me is
Whilst I can write
Talking to others about my problems
Is probably my hardest fight

So hopefully I work well
With my new psychologist
And hopefully she doesn't become
An anger antagonist
Viseract May 2016
Constricted
Restricted
Bound
Helpless

Four fears remaining constant
hate these
Viseract May 2016
Long and dark corridors
A medical wing
Flickering fluorescent lights
And a man with a ring

Dressed all in black
Familiar scars
Passing windowed rooms
Reflecting faint fluorescent stars

Broken glass under boots
Mirroring the light
Whilst this man keeps moving forward
A wraith of the night

Steel-framed door
And a birthday passcode
2-1-0-9 and he's in
No light and all shadow

Just a window for a wall
And a Butchering freak
Bladed or blunted weapons
Bloodlust and fresh meat

******* are the innocent
Power to the psychopath
If there's one thing to be known
That ******* makes pain last

A torturous death causing
A tortured souls' song
In the throes of insanity
The Butcher sings along

And this doppelgänger of me
He quietly stands
Calmly watching friends die
As I clench my own hands

He may look like me
But that's where it ends
I'd give the world to save them all
But clearly Nightmares don't care
true story. I used to have nightmares of my friends being tortured to death and being unable to do anything. ask my friend Georgia about that one
Viseract May 2016
Vicious claws
Unrelenting mind
Strength and grace
Efficiency*
~
Black-painted fingernails
Determination sets her jaw
Admirable physique yet graceful in motion
She got to me pretty easily

Funny what one notices
In a girl
one version of my inner self whispered the italics whilst I thought of the normal writing. strange, how someone who is yourself can interpret things differently...
Viseract May 2016
Red angry lines scribbled on the page
The story of a lifetime
In each and every poem
Viseract May 2016
Star Gazer:  
How are you fellow poet?
I hope the burning sun is keeping you
Warm without knowing it
Through a thin veil of sky so blue.

Conor Blatchford:  
A pure veil of blue
It is beautiful, white fluffy clouds
Keening wind and lapping waves
The most pure of calming sounds

Star Gazer:
Waves rush the rocks
Though the sun pierces the clouds
Crashing, smashing and rumbling
Till the mountains come crumbling.

Conor Blatchford:  
Sun sets and darkness falls
The stars show themselves at night
Calm waves rippling
Reflecting that beautiful starlight

Star Gazer:
Though bright a light may be
The touch of a star is all but lost
When we ask of fun and glee
Amidst all the chaotic costs.
A collaboration/ poetic conversation with Star Gazer
Viseract Apr 2016
It's my friends who taught me
A lot of what I know
It's my friends who showed me
Where I should and shouldn't go

It's my friends who betrayed me
The first chance they got
It's my friends who made me think
That they had won and I had lost

It's my friends who faded away
Without saying goodbye
It hurts sometimes, how heartless they are
And sometimes I struggle to get by

It's my best friends who stayed by me
Who helped me to my feet
My best friends who protected me
And made those cowards retreat

It's my best friends to whom I give my thanks
For giving and giving without end
It almost makes me cry when I
Think of you best friends
Think about who your friends really are, and ask yourself when you lose someone: are they really worth the heartbreak? were they really my friend?
Viseract Apr 2016
I don't mind
If you, in particular,
Waste my time

Any excuse to not do schoolwork
:)
who does schoolwork when you can talk to your friends? I do, when the teacher is there.... but when he or she isn't....
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