I’m the reason my things get done
With a willpower more powerful than a gun
I slave for myself for most of the day
Yet sometimes others get in my way
These others, I bless them, for how could I go on
Through the trifling days without a smile
Or a hug, perhaps a gift of hospitality, or a song
A sweet gift to last me the while
I sit at home, fiddling for myself before I get weary
I think of the others who enhance my story
Who give me rides, or boost my joy,
The simplest things that mean so much more
More than a fortune, or fame, or remembrance
Yet they lead me to strive for my dreams
I keep the others as close as can be
For they treat me so kind, with endless acceptance
The spirits they give carry me to endless
Messes of my dreams and goals in the end
I bless them with all I can give
For they deserve to succeed
I work for myself, my wealth, and my health
Yet when the others treat me so kind
It is only in my best mind
To work my best for them as well
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
Lay down your guard dogs
I know the truth behind
Your fears
It’s ok to let them free
Here
You’re more complex than
The books you read
Loving the simplified
How could I just let your Sunshine smile
leave
In your arms I feel as if
Summers finally returned
The most purest sense of home
I can tell with you the rainy days are
Gone
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
Hi. My name is Michael, and if you’re reading this then please share it. On January 5th something strange happened to me. I’m not the strange type of person at all, I have a seemingly normal and average life that I’ve been living. Im single, I work a small yet suitable office job, I have a caring family, I spend my free time with friends or putting puzzles together, occasionally watching TV.. I’m sure the following details have bored you, but I’ve been urged to put down all I know.
As for what has happened.. January 5th, it was a weekday and I woke up in order to get ready for work just like I do every day. I got out of bed, brushed my hair with a comb, brushed my teeth, and put on my khakis and dress shirt.. yet when I rolled up my sleeves I saw a black dotted line over a small space on my left wrist. This was the start of these strange occurrences. The line was like sharpie, some non erasable marker that had gotten to my wrist somehow. I had no memory or clue to where it came from, yet it was there. At the time I didn’t think much of it so I went on with my day. The strangeness happened yet again the next day when I woke up.. I did the same thing as the last day, yet again when I went to roll up my sleeves I noticed the dotted line was gone.. in its place was an extremely thin scar. As soon as I touched it, just a graze from my thumb, it hurt.. the scar had me extremely concerned but what was even more concerning was the fact that it hurt! I convinced myself so eagerly it was ok! Its fine.. I just.. I didn’t know where the scar had came from! I still don’t! It baffles me and I think about it so so often.. anyways. I was convinced it was a weird sprain, so I made a small brace out of some bandage and I decided to head to work, arriving late which was terrible on my average record. I couldn’t even begin to think that day, it was as if my mind was fogged with questions, theories, concerns and what to do? Who gets into a situation like this? Yet again, I convinced myself it wasn’t as bad as I was making it out to be..
Then I went home, I went to bed and woke up the next day. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t breath when I saw how bad of shape my wrist was, it was painted with black and blue and looked sickly.. I was so distraught, I yelped in my one person apartment before I cried. Never had I been more scared for what had happened to me! Until of course.. I noticed the dotted lines on my right wrist. That was what killed me. I felt like I was going insane, I couldn’t think for atleast half an hour as I was practically paralyzed with fear of what was happening! I didn’t want to be without two working hands..
So with my right hand still working I left to the hospital, I drove fast, as fast as I could while shaking.. I swear the doctors thought I was there for mental treatment when I first approached then blabbering on how something was coming to scar my wrist, on how I needed the line removed.. yet I was calmed as they took me to get an xray of my worse wrist. They kept me in a room afterwards, I waited 3 hours before a shy doctor came in slowly.. he seemed distraught, which didn’t help my situation at all. “Mr. Dickenson…” he said softly, as if trying to calm me before revealing the neighbor ran over my cat, or my mom couldn’t get me that new console.. “I’m sorry to say this, but from the xrays we have it appears that there is excess blood in your wrist from.. well.. one of the bones in your wrist is.. gone.” He said calmly, my stomach dropped and my eyes widened. What the hell? How the hell? I laughed at first as he showed me the xrays before I explained to him dreadfully how it had to have happened. It HAD to have been in my sleep! The lines!! I didn’t understand. He agreed he would keep me for the next few nights to assess my situation. I was lucky that he was as baffled as me..
So I spent my night in the hospital, and as it can be assumed.. there was indeed a scar on my right wrist, and my left had only been getting worse, more painful, more bruised.. I cried as I saw my situation, something had stolen parts of me.. hell I cant even move my right wrist.. I’ve been painfully jotting this all down with a faulty left wrist, that feels like mush where my bone was stolen. I woke up crying as the doctor came in to take me to get more xrays.. three bones from my right wrist had been stolen. The funny thing? I was in the hospital all night. Me and this doctor checked everything to find any forced entries, we checked security cameras to find nothing had been on them.. I don’t know what this is, this ghost, or disease, or hell whatever is happening to me!! What I know is that I’ve checked my body, again, and tomorrow I will die.. these rotten lines made their mark right where the doctor had said my heart is. He checked and as of now it’s still beating.. I’ve called my parents and friends, and sadly they don’t believe me much. Who would? Without proof like the doctor has I sound insane. I’m writing this because maybe you can escape it. Maybe you’ll be able to seek help when you first see the lines.. because I’ve read stories like this. These ghosts. These demons.. these diseases… they never stop after patient zero. Check your wrists before you go to bed tonight, and when you wake up. I would hate to have someone miss a sign.
I’m in watch now. They have cameras in my hospital room to try and catch it better this time. I’ll continue this if I don’t die tonight.
(Last entry, January 8th)
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
We start the war with beloved behind our backs
Not realizing their land is turning black
Running miles in order to save what’s lost
Not realizing the worthless cost
I watch as it all comes tumbling
While the beasts stomach is rumbling
A hero must always face an end
Relationships turned to desired death
Finding sanctuary within your lovers breast
Consolation turned to sour Blues
Wondering where the path was for you
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Isnt it funny to amuse me
To think you can abuse me
Trial after trial,
These cop cars have me thinking
You don’t know what you’re doing
Time after time,
And the fire starts spreading
We're close to beheading
Life over life
Disease of my destruction,
My mothers been crying,
My father’s still rotting,
And I’m too far from resurrection.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
I’ll eat you away
Painful thoughts and fears
Destruction at the bay
You have no time
For time has been lost
Devoured by grime
The greens of poison
The ashes of December
The bellows of paranoia
All will be lost in the void
A whirlpool of corruption
All to be destroyed
Vortex of illusion
Spiraling to conclusion
Valley of the end
Lack of comprehension
Eaten in the vortex
Swallowed whole
Eaten away
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
I see you praising me
As a child I twirl into your arms
You take pride in raising me
That is until I am reborn
Mistaken in the mind
My insides curdle into blue
They don’t know my kind
The stress of being tangled in two
Pressure to change
Mold back into the sweet
Obedience, something they miss
Some things have to change
I cant allow you to change me
As of now you have seen, I love me
I wont need your acceptance
As of today, I do accept me
Although you can know,
I can be known
If you decide to know me
Simply change your mind
You can take your time
A matter of if you’ll
Simply change your mind
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
Oh a skin so soft, sweet as silk
Pale complexion, entranced with silhouettes
Pearly colored, as white as mothers milk
Child which death can no longer threat
Eyes of stone, coldly staring
Ungodly vision of night, haunting souls
You arent even close, yet I feel you glaring
Pupils dialate as you target, your iris of rose
Velvet liquid drops from your snake tongue
Blood has stained your dapper wear
Monster of dark, you enchant while blood drunk
Even as your fangs bite and tear
The beast of sin, romance of unearthly desire
Intense reds, clashing on your inhuman skin
In one human heart you have lit a fire
Let the battle of nature and scorn begin
How could one not fall for the eternally young?
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
Legs spread, mind scattered
Organs decay, insides battered
The thought runs wild
“did it even ever matter?”
Blood pours, like wine
Ripe berries, already burst
“Childs joy was never mine"
Tears follow, a mother cursed
Blood fills the floor
Search begins for something more
Ripening fear begins to mild
Dire sorrow fills mothers core
Lifeless child, fresh of womb
A mistake, time has forgot
Too ripe, child now faces tomb
And a sorrow, mother lays distraught
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
I was thinking of nothing when I met you
Silhouettes escaped my mouth and danced
A cowardly song, carrying my feelings to
My eyes open, widely entranced
By the idea of loving again
Soft footsteps, waterfall eyes
Excitement gripping my heart
Ideally, falling to pieces again
As I let you shred me apart
Loud music, static for brains
Fire leaves burns on my face
Lovely, finding the smoke in my veins
As I further my death into art
Dead hands, across burned flesh
Opposites dance in the night
Computer brains, refresh
And candles burn open my eyes
Oh the idea of loving again
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC