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DarkWriter
DarkWriter
31/F/United States
The memory of you becomes obsolete The memories we share, I am forgetting The dreams we had, fade away The wonder of you, I still love Let the tears run down inside Nothing seems to keep your memory You are becoming a lost chapter Yet I still love, love you as the days go by I look you up every now and then Photos of when you made me happy What you looked like to keep you with me As the days go by I have loved you, I know I have As the days go by, I forget you You have became a distant memory As the days go by, I say goodbye
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Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 7:12 PM UTC
As The Days Go By
Love, I was hopeful for I wanted to hold and cherish Breathe the air of forever passion that awaited me It was beautiful, it was real One after another, darkness fell Gave my heart, all, let my colors show no one wanted, rot I gave my body away to fill those voids Rejected by those that did not want me Taken by those I was close and pursued I want to let it all burn Obliterate couples, no love for me let my heart bleed black No one can fix me now Turn me down and let me paint it all black bust me wide open, and reject me It's what I'm used to, decay Once heart of gold is now heart of rot
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 5:42 AM UTC
ROT
Used and Abused Iam use to, nothing to fill the void All I want is to be loved(Break Me) One after another I was tossed This unchained melody of fallen hope Once were dreams of mine have become nothing Once again, I'm back at square one And so, it begins Let me shake this feeling Let me find another body to have Take me to a paradise that I have only ever known Break me down Pump my heart with the venom of false hope Dig deeper in me and pry me open to use and to manipulate Bring me back to square one Let me repeat this cycle Let me shake this feeling Let me find another body to have Take me to a paradise that I have only ever known Break me down Let me be used it's what I'm accustomed to, tossed around, touched Let me relive my broken melody of fallen hope, once again
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 4:31 AM UTC
Break
Can I just point a gun to myself? Not sure how much hurt I can take Not sure how much of this life I can handle Can I let this instrument whom I call Life, take its toll to **** oneself? I have sang a song that pleases the heart I have told the harp to go pluck its heart strings Then I have told a violin to play, go play lies This is not art, art would not do us apart A deadly symphony begins After the violin had played its lies The orchestra halted, abruptly stops The harp continued to play; miserably The violin fought for the harp, suffocating its heart strings With strings detached from the harp, broken Violins strings started becoming broken Violin cried, wept, and tried to piece her strings back together The maestro hugged the violin, and began to piece her strings With every string became the maestro’s project With every string became resistance to heal The resistance becomes a theme to the violin Harp could not play anymore with an instrument he no longer wants Amid fixing her strings, she stops Stops caring, the pain becomes herself Stops tuning, to find her sound Another deadly symphony plays Violin stops tuning, her bow begins to deteriorate She tries to salvage what is left of her bow She drowns her sorrow to cover, numb, hide the pain She ruins her well-being with smoke to numb more She finds a partner to celebrate her pain, to suffocate She finds herself, in a darker realm Nothing seems to suffice her soul anymore In a world where she continues to ****** herself more She slips into another world, twilight zone Will the end, ever come? Will there even be peace, silence? I just want to take a knife to my flesh Let to music pour out onto the floor, for everyone to see I feel the end drawing near, the beauty of numb, death As for now, I’ll let the deadly symphony play A deadly symphony written by someone Fears in rejection, lies with a purpose Abandonment becomes the violin forever Give me Heaven, Give me Hell, Give me a handgun I’ll decide
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Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 4:10 AM UTC
Deadly Symphony
Can I just point a gun to myself? Not sure how much hurt I can take Not sure how much of this life I can handle Can I let this instrument whom I call Life, take its toll to **** oneself? I have sang a song that pleases the heart I have told the harp to go pluck its heart strings Then I have told a violin to play, go play lies This is not art, art would not do us apart A deadly symphony begins After the violin had played its lies The orchestra halted, abruptly stops The harp continued to play; miserably The violin fought for the harp, suffocating its heart strings With strings detached from the harp, broken Violins strings started becoming broken Violin cried, wept, and tried to piece her strings back together The maestro hugged the violin, and began to piece her strings With every string became the maestro’s project With every string became resistance to heal The resistance becomes a theme to the violin Harp could not play anymore with an instrument he no longer wants Amid fixing her strings, she stops Stops caring, the pain becomes herself Stops tuning, to find her sound Another deadly symphony plays Violin stops tuning, her bow begins to deteriorate She tries to salvage what is left of her bow She drowns her sorrow to cover, numb, hide the pain She ruins her well-being with smoke to numb more She finds a partner to celebrate her pain, to suffocate She finds herself, in a darker realm Nothing seems to suffice her soul anymore In a world where she continues to ****** herself more She slips into another world, twilight zone Will the end, ever come? Will there even be peace, silence? I just want to take a knife to my flesh Let to music pour out onto the floor, for everyone to see I feel the end drawing near, the beauty of numb, death As for now, I’ll let the deadly symphony play A deadly symphony written by someone Fears in rejection, lies with a purpose Abandonment becomes the violin forever Give me Heaven, Give me Hell, Give me a handgun I’ll decide
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