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alexander-montgomery-dawson
alexander-montgomery-dawson
26/M/American
what is this feeling this melting away my insides are weak in a slow panic can’t seem to grasp it why I am this way I’m on the rise yet falling afraid I’ll fall alone will her steps meet mine? am I no longer lost or blinded by an empty hope? slipping into darkness an array of thoughts swarming like moths in a lampshade hurtful possibilities emerge saboteur of my own vessel can another ever love me want me, need me as I them? submerged in cold matter I’m fragile forced to live on my eternal wandering for a chance to become fully alive to share my life what sings to my soul is an endless desire I fear that may never change that my soul will live in shadows never truly seen or heard by another I am the only true observer and that is the feeling of loneliness that makes me sink into myself it hurts to be here painfully present meaningless and inevitably forgotten
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
Floating Together, Sinking Alone
I've lived a little I've loved a lot I lost myself to you We tied our dreams up in a lovers knot But none of them came true My solid ground soon turned to quicksand The warm winds turn to frost Where does love go When it has no plan? When everything is lost? The only thing that I forgot Was that we walk alone I'm learning how to stand again, A steady hand again. I'm going to be O.K. I'm going to be just fine I'm gonna be alright now I'm going to make a break I'm going to take my time I'm going to be alright now Alright now You said you'd love me bigger than the universe the sun and all the stars You said that there was nothing that we couldn't overcome and yet we fell apart We fell apart
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Alright Now
I speak out of tone The cradle rock Fable stone pages One fell swoop Star stricken in remission Abuser, the unforgiven Chastised, can't take flight Hostile winds envelope Tangled threads of my kite Stitched into the soul Whirling chaos, devour the whole Numbness born of pain I want none of this Empty bliss Selflessness Black and white So vivid I am Silently livid The same story rewritten Somehow shameful Could be worse Yes Baneful
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
Cold Dance
subservient is the shade that follows oh, how she wallows undoubtedly so bewildered as each footstep eludes pulled back to the frailties we seek to conclude entangled beneath the iron tides of time fixated on my own rotten vision kept lying and dying awake forcefully keeping our eyes wide still faced with how we shiver until the silence starts to glimmer
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
recluse
I feel the need to say something to someone why am I not enough for myself? who is it that needs to listen? its some form of self inflicted torment I unknowingly bring upon myself my mind only knowns how to cause harm to itself something inside me calls for something else I'm never getting there no matter what signs may come my way I am hindered by my own lack of will its been so long in the darkness I've lost sight of everything this is all I know **** this existence i don't know what I'm doing anymore right now there is nothing. just meaninglessness. lost and dead. the only thing keeping me breathing is to avoid more negativity because i don't know, maybe hell really is a place and not just that, I've always tasted it, I'm there in some ways maybe death is a more exaggerated form of imagination and my earthly presence is a bittersweet existence maybe this is my mercy, for the lost and ****** we can only hurt our minds and soul but given grace to have a primary state constricted by time and space I can only assume at best my top priority is to purify myself but how? no one can do this but me I'm alone and isolated from the rest of you yet taunted because we are what appears to be close but it means nothing without connection to me you and everyone else are just some ignorant drone indulging in meaningless ******** your schooling, your work, family, friends.. your memories will all fade and be swept away by the tides of time who the **** are you? what are you? we're dropped on this planet, ignorantly acting out participating with the rest of existence, never questioning when one day you might stop and wonder we have no divine guidance, or intervention we're on our own left to live out a meaningless existence and perhaps it was better to keep our eyes closed because I've caught myself in a trap of eternal melancholy and I can never strip myself of the moment its always here, my awake and aware is just painful being quiet and observant of everyone and everything is useless I have nothing to put in to anything here and I feel guilt because I can't experience love or joy to share my good feelings with someone to have those things that make life worth living maybe I can touch them but I can never own them for myself I think others can, and perhaps they never once had to think of it but I do, I think to a sick amount I don't even think I know because I've had so little contrast contrast is what I need, if I ever experience pure joy again only then can I see just how depressed and miserable and deprived I was and then that itself brings me back down, because I mourn for myself therefor any spit of hope or joy is always out of reach for me the only thing that makes me feel okay is alcohol, and thats just sometimes. maybe its better to be an alcoholic than to be depressed I don't understand why I lack the simple ability to make myself feel better why I'm given no helping hand? no other soul can help because they could never know exactly what I'm experiencing. therefor we have a disconnect. this is why I'm isolated, so lost and bewildered no one can see it its so simple to hide, people are fools this is why I crave so deeply so something unworldly to be visited by some benevolent being of divine intelligence to hold me, to look deep into me and for us both to just KNOW. thats all I want. will I ever get that? i don't know, I've heard stories, just stories. as much as it sounds wonderful I can't fully adopt someone else's faith because their experiences are not my own. I've never had a real personal experience with God or entities or whatever you want to call it. I've tried so hard I need to stop because I fear I'm making myself schizophrenic or something. there is no clear path to anything greater than whats here on Earth. I'm constantly questioning and I can't stop, I'm never getting an answer either, its painful and I'm just suffering every step along the way. Part of me has given up on life already. but I literally can't, I keep going on, still talking and moving when I'm prompted. I just feel like a machine with the only purpose to do things for other people. I'm really not all here, because I hate being here so much, my mind just wants to run away so bad. I kind of hate myself. I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling so much remorse. I want less and less to do with the outside world, I have nothing to give, and it has nothing to offer. It all feels like a bad dream I can never wake up from. I'm honestly just waiting until I die, I have many different ideas about what it could be after death, no matter how many times I read about it or hear the millions of people pledge their faith in some concept, I will just never ever know for sure, and that scares me. I already feel guilt for not living a good life, mostly for other people who are stuck with the fact they know me. my family are too good of people to let me go. I love them, and it makes me sad. If I had no one in my life maybe it would make things easier. no one to let down, no one to be a burden to, no guilt, no pain for failed relationships. I already feel a foreigner on this ugly planet stuck to deal with these elitist ****** who run the whole show. I'm not meant for this life or anything for that matter. maybe the best thing that could happen is for every fragment of a soul I might have to be scattered throughout the cosmos and be left unconscious. because being conscious is just a painful burden.
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
its like soul suicide
I feel the need to say something to someone why am I not enough for myself? who is it that needs to listen? its some form of self inflicted torment I unknowingly bring upon myself my mind only knowns how to cause harm to itself something inside me calls for something else I'm never getting there no matter what signs may come my way I am hindered by my own lack of will its been so long in the darkness I've lost sight of everything this is all I know **** this existence i don't know what I'm doing anymore right now there is nothing. just meaninglessness. lost and dead. the only thing keeping me breathing is to avoid more negativity because i don't know, maybe hell really is a place and not just that, I've always tasted it, I'm there in some ways maybe death is a more exaggerated form of imagination and my earthly presence is a bittersweet existence maybe this is my mercy, for the lost and ****** we can only hurt our minds and soul but given grace to have a primary state constricted by time and space I can only assume at best my top priority is to purify myself but how? no one can do this but me I'm alone and isolated from the rest of you yet taunted because we are what appears to be close but it means nothing without connection to me you and everyone else are just some ignorant drone indulging in meaningless ******** your schooling, your work, family, friends.. your memories will all fade and be swept away by the tides of time who the **** are you? what are you? we're dropped on this planet, ignorantly acting out participating with the rest of existence, never questioning when one day you might stop and wonder we have no divine guidance, or intervention we're on our own left to live out a meaningless existence and perhaps it was better to keep our eyes closed because I've caught myself in a trap of eternal melancholy and I can never strip myself of the moment its always here, my awake and aware is just painful being quiet and observant of everyone and everything is useless I have nothing to put in to anything here and I feel guilt because I can't experience love or joy to share my good feelings with someone to have those things that make life worth living maybe I can touch them but I can never own them for myself I think others can, and perhaps they never once had to think of it but I do, I think to a sick amount I don't even think I know because I've had so little contrast contrast is what I need, if I ever experience pure joy again only then can I see just how depressed and miserable and deprived I was and then that itself brings me back down, because I mourn for myself therefor any spit of hope or joy is always out of reach for me the only thing that makes me feel okay is alcohol, and thats just sometimes. maybe its better to be an alcoholic than to be depressed I don't understand why I lack the simple ability to make myself feel better why I'm given no helping hand? no other soul can help because they could never know exactly what I'm experiencing. therefor we have a disconnect. this is why I'm isolated, so lost and bewildered no one can see it its so simple to hide, people are fools this is why I crave so deeply so something unworldly to be visited by some benevolent being of divine intelligence to hold me, to look deep into me and for us both to just KNOW. thats all I want. will I ever get that? i don't know, I've heard stories, just stories. as much as it sounds wonderful I can't fully adopt someone else's faith because their experiences are not my own. I've never had a real personal experience with God or entities or whatever you want to call it. I've tried so hard I need to stop because I fear I'm making myself schizophrenic or something. there is no clear path to anything greater than whats here on Earth. I'm constantly questioning and I can't stop, I'm never getting an answer either, its painful and I'm just suffering every step along the way. Part of me has given up on life already. but I literally can't, I keep going on, still talking and moving when I'm prompted. I just feel like a machine with the only purpose to do things for other people. I'm really not all here, because I hate being here so much, my mind just wants to run away so bad. I kind of hate myself. I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling so much remorse. I want less and less to do with the outside world, I have nothing to give, and it has nothing to offer. It all feels like a bad dream I can never wake up from. I'm honestly just waiting until I die, I have many different ideas about what it could be after death, no matter how many times I read about it or hear the millions of people pledge their faith in some concept, I will just never ever know for sure, and that scares me. I already feel guilt for not living a good life, mostly for other people who are stuck with the fact they know me. my family are too good of people to let me go. I love them, and it makes me sad. If I had no one in my life maybe it would make things easier. no one to let down, no one to be a burden to, no guilt, no pain for failed relationships. I already feel a foreigner on this ugly planet stuck to deal with these elitist ****** who run the whole show. I'm not meant for this life or anything for that matter. maybe the best thing that could happen is for every fragment of a soul I might have to be scattered throughout the cosmos and be left unconscious. because being conscious is just a painful burden.
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sometimes I wake up still dreaming a mute marry in me we didn't want to let go its brings a jolt to my being like fragile love softly fleeing the best ones being in a lovers arms could be a reminder, some kind of alarm feeling its more real than daylight as it hits my sore callus eyes I want to rush back to sleep and its a gamble I take to find my way through the ether right back to your embrace its a journey I could never forsake how you wrap yourself around me its so hot and you feel like home then again I awake inside some senseless drone
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
dreamescape
there are no words no labels or logical understand I am beyond my own reach untouchable and unattainable only the constant aching for contrast stands ever present in the wake of despair I'm the disposal service to all my worlds **** swimming blind in heavens eyes light runs from me God is a fantasy I'll take this daily dread live and die silent and alone
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
shut up, me.
its a cozy little chaos I am the eye in the storm a stranger in a strange land embraced by a mournful trance though beyond this cloud lies no boundary gently rocking in heavens wake destined to roam this solitary state known to myself as the eternal pariah who found death behind the masks of many animated figures dance around in pretty shackles indulge in fruitless conversation to every last breath embedded by such relentless contradiction and I silently swell in frustration as the crowds cheer steal away my attention again and again so terribly haunted by your glory always deprived of simple pleasures and I'm always standing still always in hibernation hidden away from myself oh how blindly I’ve spun this web I dream to orchestrate a new serenade leave behind the masquerade
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
melancholy masquerade
i got so many ******* things to say but nothing anyone wants to listen to you just want to turn away from the dark pretend im not here and run off to those fake pretty lights you go with the rest of them stuff your fat ******* face with the **** your told to consume maybe my negative face will find a place and the world falls silent behind my incessant screaming it couldn't be more wrong and ****** up why don't you ******* see???? perhaps I knew a place far beyond this I know how much better life could be and thats why I hate it so much right now could i be just like you?
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Untitled
here goes another day heads spinning with a rock in my stomach bearing my crosses, counting my loses I’ll never be what I want to be I'll never see what I want to see in me and I don't care no I don't care my body disregards feeling, there's something reeling in me through the wilderness of sorrow, that's where I'll go this life is dull and I’m bleeding through the cracks in my soul but my wounds don’t show to these strangers, they don’t know we pretend we’re one and the same but we’re as separate as stars I like to think that we are
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
untitled