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Cman121
22/M/The Dirty South I am what I feel and I feel what I am. This is prolly the deepest darkest stuff I could ever recommend.
Twenty two years No fun, no revelry, no fame Twenty two, nine years past thirteen No more hope No more dreams Like the match brightly lit Illuminating the darkened corner of the room Slowly fading as its snuffed out As the flame meets with the end of its stick And so it is that that which is by my own guilt and pain For the you can’t change the past but strive for a better tomorrow Yet the future is all to much the same. Nothing more now for all that’s left is time Watching left hand move forward As the days of my future Slowly fall by the wayside Its pain of the morrow The feeling that persists The edge that tears the hole The demise of any hope thats left.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
Reflections in Mine Own Calamity
What is and somehow is there again For the arms that gripped tight at the waist Now seem to give way To embrace this a new cold a formless shape If life is the sum whole of one’s fleet joy Somehow the light of life has never shone upon me This toil upon which vanity stole Never again do I find such feelings arise The death of all hope The dreams that snuffed out For long past memories seem to fill with hope A promise of a chance for joy to resound again A way to break this hold And yet again I find myself alone as I am In the greater distant as I choke For in way it was never just what lies in between What separates the two from them and me An endless divide for that which can never be crossed Wanting to reach out yet the connection is invariably lost The pain is not of the coming silence it brings But to watch the days role by falling to their waste Pining for what one can assume will never be In the greater distant brought again to my knees
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
Greater Distant
To be  guilty Is to be ill received To struggle within Is that of its own effort in futility For just as a new day dawns Illuminates the coming of day So is the begging of the coming dissolution So is the inevitable distaste Like the man at the edge of street Sitting in the glow of artificial light However hollowed a reality received The weight pressed within one’s mind It was in this worldly injustice Founded upon the breaking of ones will Yet in this subjective sense it seemingly shatters While the rest remains ever still
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC
Solitariness
Don’t leave this darkened hall for I'll always look right beyond Whether it be shattered on some silent evening Snuffed out by the light of the new days dawn And while I wait by the letter for the word that never came So much to my own amusement is this joy my only pain For my efforts in futility seem to be Yet they never were Why hold out for change When your destined to be cursed A mock of my own contempt Yet she always is in vain This love of mine is that in this alone Has left nothing but a darkened stain And as this light becomes my host I am yet to be proud For every day she draws near I am forever to be enshroud This noise I come to hear as years of misery drag on For that which I cannot have has become my only friend
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
Ride The Pale Horse
Lust is such a pain when held in the mind A home to some solemn a morning The outer rim of sight distorted Never to see for I am blind How arduous a task it must be filling this void within Though you try to no avail still this longing persists Never is it quite the same this flushed face hangs in singularity Never is it quite the same the caress of her hand around your cheek This warmth could never fully replace but yet seeks to comfort On to my own left again am I to this bitter taste As dark dreams are held fighting to resurface What is it this wistful yearning to that which I despise Casting aside vanity's vision as somehow I am left to my own demise However monotonous the day to day may seem as my mind tapers on To be trapped between her sheets I find ecstasy replaced with solitude's forlorn For like moon that sits alone hung in the luminescence of a winters sky So dull is the ache within my chest As the darkened walls do double as they revolve around Only to ruin what bliss I have taken upon myself For tomorrow is to resurface And so again I will chase the blame For all the inevitable I attempted to thwart Yet it all remains the same
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
Cheap Antiseptic
Solitude binds the hold within For transgressions of the past Sins of tomorrow quite prepared Under the weight of its inevitable collapse For so long laying alone Waiting for what will never be As times hand passes by Never is it gracious to thee For all of the riches I’d trade For its tender console The bleakness never leaves Seems to place its grip around my throat Yet as you reflect on the past The memories seem so strange What was once filled with hope Now left with a bitter disdain And as you look forward to future Every day’s exactly the same You hope for the best While you try to stomach the bitter taste Left behind I seem to be Never was I really there Collapsed under this weight Another victim of its darkened stare
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC
Cheyne Stokes
To thwart the inevitable What lies in the failure to succeed Something that like that of ghost A haunting force never to be perceived So, much you try Only to come up short For long you held tight to the fond memories Now blanketed with remorse Whom shall you blame when your Efforts fall in vain Is it a tragic force dwelt within man Turning the hand of fate For so long you have battle against the tide While others float along without a ripple in water You sea lay barren in your own demise Yet try as you might Somehow it never seems to relent The tide never turns in your favor You lay waste in your own lament Yet not by your own folly It seems you are undone For so long you have fought Yet the battle is never won What is this that has laid ruin to mine Taken that which I had coveted That which I admired What is the meaning If in the end it all goes to waste Like a child we are out of the womb Only to meet our inevitable grave
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
Existential Quake
How am I if ever to come to grips With this world I wished to be dismissed Like grey sky’s that fill the autumn days So does the emptiness resound within this hollowed space Never at all if ever does it turn around With the inevitable change it brings Trapped beneath the current as you begin to drown The hardest part is not the wading rather watching others in calm ahead Laughing at ease While slowly your suffocating What shame this has all become As you ruminate on past mistakes Validating your sorrow Justifying your distaste As you sink ever farther The blackness surrounds No more to fight against the current As slip farther down
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Dry Hits
To live is to die To die is to live What is the point of it all If it all contradicts Too much I have seen And not enough I have known Watching the atlas spin around As this fable becomes my own So much I have wanted for Any yet soul less I have tried For this motivation to live I have yet to find And wasted away again As another romance blooms Crushed under the weight The affixed clench of this gloom Like a sailor in the night Searching for land No plunder to be found upon me So alone I must stand No more do I ever want To be in such state However much this world gives Your defiled as it slowly rapes However ever much are you to be All the more you are contrived Fantasy the only escape On a plane of exilic defile Muffled are your breaths unto Another catatonic night While you patiently wait for something Something you will never find
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
ASH
Bewildered in my own dissolution Never thought It would come to this As I stare down the barrel of the past 22 years I can’t seem to find myself to be missed For so long I have laid Scattered like a sheet Like a ghost throughout the hallways No eyes to ever meet How much my soul has lust after She who is not mine A friend to call upon In the darkest of my nights For there is no escape in this entrapment Which binds me to the bed Forced to sit and watch others enjoy their pleasantries While alone in this room I have bled As I hold out for what may not appear Gripping on to the edge for I feel it so near I wait for the sweet caress of the morning to come Only to arrive at blackening of my very soul What I begin to lack in empathy I make up for in shame So much this has taken out of me There’s so much I wish to say As I sit alone in misery Watching my youth slowly fade What he gives   He in turn takes away For the world has been so callus Never is anything free What it rips from your hands It only replaces with its vile deceit Nothing more do I want from it For so long it has remained the same Take me away from it all Release me from this state
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
Cadaveric Spasms