Steven Martin
Steven Martin
Feb 4, 2014

I numbed myself today
Nothing else to say

Fires died down for a bit
Easy just to sit

But I know how these things work

I’m waiting for the metamorphosis

As retardant turns to fuel
And the fire returns hungry and refreshed

Jul 25, 2015

I torture myself
watching you leave
until out of view,
Knowing that
walking away
is just as painful
for you.

Jan 13, 2015

you drag that blade across your pale skin
Letting the crissmon red flow off my body
knowing its a sin
but it turned to a hobby
a hobby that you shouldn't have.
We both have this hobby
and i know, that you don't want to  
and you don't want to drag that blade
on your wrist, but you do
listening to your music
while you cry yourself asleep at night

Burns on your skin,
made by that lighter in your hand
they call them similes
but they make you cry

All the pain you think you deserve,
wont get you through the day

Eleanor Rigby
Eleanor Rigby
Nov 15, 2016

And maybe we're all unknown little Van Goghs
Self mutilating our hearts
In the name of love.


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Insanely Delirious
Insanely Delirious
May 12, 2014

Such an inconsiderate little bitch
Go ahead, dress as provocative as wish
You only give a shit about your whore ass
Manifesting absolutely no class
You're nothing but  useless-slut
Who gives nearly no fucks
About any other individual
Or how they even feel
Maybe try thinking about everyone else
Instead of your bitch ass self

Grand Cacti
Grand Cacti
May 26, 2015

Nightmares, always
a flash or a scream
or a feeling of losing
my hold on something
that promised not to
be fleeting

I never wanted to be this empty at night
Nobody told me how quickly I'd lose sight
of a better world, a brighter light
Demon of masochism picking an old fight

There are layers of me
peeled back subconsciously
atmosphere contact is getting
close to the vein, I panic, I'm lost
Vulnerable to pressure
lonely for a push
I feel so dangerous

I want to be good but this hurts like fire
they say it feels good to burn
get me just a little higher
I'm soft and I'll scar
push this razor too far
I'm getting angrier
and happier
and I can't see my star

No color speaks to me
like the dark red
on my knuckles and
in the corners of my fingernails or
over these arms

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Breach of Trust
Breach of Trust
Feb 25, 2014

I blanket myself within torment and pain,
Refusing to peek into the ever soft light.
I tear at my flesh with a blade,
Hoping that doing so would end my fright.
I cry myself to sleep using my tears as lullabies,
Only to sleep a nightmare filled never-ending slumber.
I wake forcing my limp body out of bed,
Knowing that by nightfall the sorrow that the day would bring,
Is the only thing that I'll care to remember.

Neal Emanuelson
Neal Emanuelson
Feb 4, 2015

Every little drop has come from pain
Dripping regrets down on the walls
Wrote apologies on the bathroom sink
And hid the mess in lines of words.

Every little line is a memory
Perfect permanence within a scar
Each parallel, each a missing piece
of reasons from which they came.

These words are nothing short of empathy
There's always truth in the eyes of the hurt
The message has been dried and wiped away
Yet there's a crude carving on the temple forever.

© 2014

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