HellishLove - Hello Poetry

You never know The deafening crush Of silence until it's right in front of you Unblinking and unmoving Gathering your soul and Scattering it like dust on the Dirt covered ground Laughing at your misery Jeering with hollow lips Pitted eyes seeming to Peer into your deepest crevice The silence is crushing Eardrums are shattering Erie chills creep up your Spine at a deathly pace The noxious air slipping Into your lungs at Suffocating speeds Marching over your heart Like soldiers in the regime Until it becomes a part of you Never being able to differentiate Between what is you and What is it Corporeal and incorporeal Bodies twine as one the two combine In a sickly manner The relationship that of parasitism Taking years to remove the parasite called Silence Medication helping the bonds to break Shatter and loosen The death grip it can have Don't underestimate the power and effect Silence will have

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Oct 13, 2017

Oct 13, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC

Delicious Poison

You never know The deafening crush Of silence until it's right in front of you Unblinking and unmoving Gathering your soul and Scattering it like dust on the Dirt covered ground Laughing at your misery Jeering with hollow lips Pitted eyes seeming to Peer into your deepest crevice The silence is crushing Eardrums are shattering Erie chills creep up your Spine at a deathly pace The noxious air slipping Into your lungs at Suffocating speeds Marching over your heart Like soldiers in the regime Until it becomes a part of you Never being able to differentiate Between what is you and What is it Corporeal and incorporeal Bodies twine as one the two combine In a sickly manner The relationship that of parasitism Taking years to remove the parasite called Silence Medication helping the bonds to break Shatter and loosen The death grip it can have Don't underestimate the power and effect Silence will have

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Intense Strong Loud It’s vaguely angry It’s screaming in my head It’s clenching my jaw It’s swelling my heart Loud Strong Intense It’s definitely angry Or maybe it’s passionate But it’s there It’s DEMANDING to be felt If I could use a song to describe it One For The Money By Escape The Fate It claws at my heart in rapid succession Urgent Alarming Fast It makes me want to scream Scream at everyone Everything You don’t give a **** And it will all fail I won’t be quite I won’t stand still My legacy will be a red streak In the black and white life you live I DEMAND to be heard I DEMAND to be free I DEMAND to be myself If a color were to associate with it It would be red Red as the burning embers Red as the rising sun Red as the blood in my veins Red red red I still can’t find a single word for it Passionate Strong Red Fast Alarming Loud Intense Urgent Angry I can’t pick one because they’re all there Each in equal succession

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC

Feel

Intense Strong Loud It’s vaguely angry It’s screaming in my head It’s clenching my jaw It’s swelling my heart Loud Strong Intense It’s definitely angry Or maybe it’s passionate But it’s there It’s DEMANDING to be felt If I could use a song to describe it One For The Money By Escape The Fate It claws at my heart in rapid succession Urgent Alarming Fast It makes me want to scream Scream at everyone Everything You don’t give a **** And it will all fail I won’t be quite I won’t stand still My legacy will be a red streak In the black and white life you live I DEMAND to be heard I DEMAND to be free I DEMAND to be myself If a color were to associate with it It would be red Red as the burning embers Red as the rising sun Red as the blood in my veins Red red red I still can’t find a single word for it Passionate Strong Red Fast Alarming Loud Intense Urgent Angry I can’t pick one because they’re all there Each in equal succession

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The eunoian feeling was disrupted by the sardonic entity. Crushing and terrorizing the meraki from my soul. Taking away my will. My will to live. My will to survive. My will to do as I please. Because that's what toxic people do. They **** you soul out of your body through their words. Their oh so characterizing language. The dictions of ***** I'm a daydreamer and a night thinker. My soul was bound to be beautiful and spill these numinous words upon the wilted paper in the black and white text. So you can **** my will but I will always exist in the language of my ancestors, just as they exist within me. Jokes on you depression no one decides my fate but me. So let's keep this rhythm, you'll be the king and I'll be the queen in my little psychosis induced fantasy, pretending that all is well even when society shoves "normal" down my throat. I'll be my own light.

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Nov 29, 2016

Nov 29, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC

My World

The eunoian feeling was disrupted by the sardonic entity. Crushing and terrorizing the meraki from my soul. Taking away my will. My will to live. My will to survive. My will to do as I please. Because that's what toxic people do. They **** you soul out of your body through their words. Their oh so characterizing language. The dictions of ***** I'm a daydreamer and a night thinker. My soul was bound to be beautiful and spill these numinous words upon the wilted paper in the black and white text. So you can **** my will but I will always exist in the language of my ancestors, just as they exist within me. Jokes on you depression no one decides my fate but me. So let's keep this rhythm, you'll be the king and I'll be the queen in my little psychosis induced fantasy, pretending that all is well even when society shoves "normal" down my throat. I'll be my own light.

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Anxiety straps his body binding his muscles and locking his joints. Stress is visible on his torn bleeding fingers. Fear crippling his mind showing him the images of the world, ones that look like they're straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Dark demented but true. Oh so true. So true that everyone else has gone blind saying that everything is fine. But it's not. He's not fine. Oh no he may put on a smile and hide the pain in his eyes but it's there. You just have to look deep enough. Reality is so distressed we make up fantasies and call them reality. We ban all the things that will allow you to see the real world. We brain wash the children to believing that they deserve everything on a silver plater. "Reality" is not even real, just a fragment of our fevered imaginations. So when anxiety immobilizes your body, seizing your muscles and tightening them till they're strung taught. When it locks your joints not allowing you to move. When stress makes you mutilate your body by ripping the fleshy linings on your fingers pouring blood. When fear fills your mind giving you chills those little goose bumps and that shiver that runs down you spine when you know something is just not right. No not right at all because you can't handle the images of Reality and when you try to process them and tell others what you see they put you in a mental hospital. "For your own good" they said. They call you ****** crazy, mentally unstable. So you zip your mouth shut and let them think your ok. You let them believe that their child is not broken that they can still "save" you. You let them listen to these falsifications so you can go home and be "normal". So much so you start believing the lies again and forget the harsh Reality.

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Nov 29, 2016

Nov 29, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC

Reality

Anxiety straps his body binding his muscles and locking his joints. Stress is visible on his torn bleeding fingers. Fear crippling his mind showing him the images of the world, ones that look like they're straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Dark demented but true. Oh so true. So true that everyone else has gone blind saying that everything is fine. But it's not. He's not fine. Oh no he may put on a smile and hide the pain in his eyes but it's there. You just have to look deep enough. Reality is so distressed we make up fantasies and call them reality. We ban all the things that will allow you to see the real world. We brain wash the children to believing that they deserve everything on a silver plater. "Reality" is not even real, just a fragment of our fevered imaginations. So when anxiety immobilizes your body, seizing your muscles and tightening them till they're strung taught. When it locks your joints not allowing you to move. When stress makes you mutilate your body by ripping the fleshy linings on your fingers pouring blood. When fear fills your mind giving you chills those little goose bumps and that shiver that runs down you spine when you know something is just not right. No not right at all because you can't handle the images of Reality and when you try to process them and tell others what you see they put you in a mental hospital. "For your own good" they said. They call you ****** crazy, mentally unstable. So you zip your mouth shut and let them think your ok. You let them believe that their child is not broken that they can still "save" you. You let them listen to these falsifications so you can go home and be "normal". So much so you start believing the lies again and forget the harsh Reality.

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Freedom is a powerful thing Once it fills the Human Soul Freedom is what we want Freedom comes at a price Freedom is never - "Free" Freedom is a concept The Human Race made It up because we want it- Freedom is a powerful word- And we will never have it.

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC

Freedom

Freedom is a powerful thing Once it fills the Human Soul Freedom is what we want Freedom comes at a price Freedom is never - "Free" Freedom is a concept The Human Race made It up because we want it- Freedom is a powerful word- And we will never have it.

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