Sometimes I wonder
If I should just commit
Should I use a knife?
String up a rope?
What am I supposed to do?
I just can't live like this anymore.
I've tried again and again.
Nothing is working.
So, help me understand
What am I to do?
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
A poem is a piece of writing
Partakes of the nature of speech
The rhyming is exciting
Metaphorical and Melodious each
Exhibits formal elements
Keeps the beat of a Meter
Climbing to the time of Rhyme
And keeps the stanzaic structure.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
Guys, I need help.
I've got serious writer block
I can't think of any words
My brain feels like a rock.
Guys, I need help.
I've got serious art block
My imagination is lacking
My brain needs a little shock.
I can't think of what to do
I'm banging my head against a wall
Nothing is coming to mind
I'm gonna start to bawl
Guys, please help.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Re-creating reality
I don't know what is wrong with me
Something real bad is happening
It's the start of calamity
The knife is sharp against my skin
I feel the pressure bubbling thin
My head begins to spin
A demon tries hard to break in
The cuts are deep inside my flesh
The blood is boiling red and fresh
There is no time left to refresh
Yet.
The ending is not so immense
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
He waits in the night
Such a glorious sight
With fingers like claws
And a crow that caws
He waits in the day
So he'll be at bay
With hair like the void
That no one can avoid.
He waits in the moon
It'll be over soon
With eyes like coal
That will rot your soul
He waits in the sun
It's almost done
With wings like fire
That suits his attire
He waits in the night
Such a glorious sight
As he goes by
You all will die
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
The little boy
lived in a home
The little boy
felt all alone
The little boy
went to school
The little boy
he felt so cool
The little boy
fell down the stairs
The little boy
has no one who cares
The little boy
scratches his arms
The little boy
always gets harms
The little boy
strung up a rope
The little boy
has given up hope
The little boy
hung from side to side
The little boy
is now no more
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 10:03 AM UTC
I have demons in my head
They try to tell me what to do
I have demons in my head
Do you have them, too?
There are demons all around
They push me this way and that
There are demons all around
With a sound of a fluttering bat.
I see demons everywhere I look
Why are they following me?
Where am I?
Why aren't I free?
I look upon myself in a mirror
And see a demon smiling back
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
I will always love you
There is nothing you can do
Give up already
Your breathing's unsteady
You cannot get rid of me
When will you see
There's no life for you out there
Come stay with me here
You are mine
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
I spilled ink on the floor
I didn't mean to
But it spilled some more
It flowed like a dark goo
The ink shimmered
In the light
I stared at the puddle, bewildered
I must've mistaken my sight
The pen in my hand
Was covered in ink
It created a brand
That was gone within a blink
I closed my eyes
Dropped the pen
And fell into eternal darkness
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
I am the dark, and I’m always the might,
I am the monster that lurks in your head,
I am the monster that waits in the night,
I’ll make you pray to God that you’re not dead.
You are too small, you are not strong enough,
I will devour and gobble you all up,
You cannot get past me, I am too tough,
Before you know it, your time will be up.
I am the fears that haunt you through the night,
I am the shadows that hide in your walls,
I will crush you before you see the light,
I will see to it that you always fall.
I am the monster that lurks in your head,
As always, you know it, you will be dead.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC