Eleven years have passed
What may as well be a lifetime
He feels these constant feelings of hopelessness
"It is depression"
Says the man
Engulfed by his ironically white coat
Time is all there is to push him forward
His thoughts, his feelings, his hopes
They are drowning
He is drowning; sinking into a pool of viscous waste
Surrounded by mates he feels enlighten
Blood begins pumping into his dying heart
Excitement and thrills arrive
Clad in their armour and ready to pounce
But spasms
Like leaking faucets they flow, stream
Gush out without a sign of stopping
The shot is too far and the javelin of speech prematurely shoots
The crowd goes silent
Parting, after glances are passed
Those of disgust
Maybe annoyance
He knows what has happened
Now he must fall
Back down, he submerges himself
Into the abyss of darkness and desolation
Social affairs are his greatest fear
An unconquerable enemy who neither eats nor sleeps
It holds a double edged swords
Perpetually polished with his soul as a whetstone
His entire world is crashing down on him
There is nothing he can do
The truth is
Despair and despondence are his only friends
This feeling
These feelings
He has no help
He can not control
He is left to die
His bottle of tranquilizers
It will serve more use
Than the man in white could ever have imagined
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
A fear is growing
The fear is nigh
When one is struck
It shakes their spine
Such a useless emotion
Sometimes I wish it'd die
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
He picks up the glass again;
Piercing shards
Remainders of the night
Evidence of affliction
Tossed away
Once Again
To be forgotten
'till tomorrow
He feels the injustice
He is aware of its presence
Never taught to run
Never taught to speak
He stays, basking in his pain
In loneliness he cries
In neglect, he wipes his own tears;
Pats his own back
Using a comforting tone, he reassures himself
Saying everything's going to be alright
His life is agony
His time is short
He will depart, soon
In a pursuit of a better world
Never to have a relationship
Only a love
She'll drive him through boulders
Cause his head to throb
Burn his wallet;
like a lighter and gasoline
She'll put him to asleep
He'll make her keep him awake
She'll take him down that road
He'll depart her, and the rest of the world
They caused this,
She'll be to the blame
They can plead 5th
She can be scorned
Never did they see
Never did they look
What's to find when not searching?
They'll continue their life...
Their son won't
He has left them...
For something they never knew how to provide:
Compassion
They heard the word
Even experienced
Never provided.
Pure Narcissism.
Their greatest possession is now gone
They lost sight of their true prerogative
They will never know
He never knew
An endless riddle
Look at yourself.
Solve.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
Whispering winds
Shallow lines
Curved in simplicity
Engraved with agony
Gasping for air
Hidden beneath
Covered by shame
Coated by society
They scream
Together cry out
Some, selfless and true
Question
They ask her
What could cause my existence
She diverts attention
Hiding tears and truth
I need an end
I need bounderies
Block me
Stray away
I am no friend
Only pain
Step back
Think
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
Blissful agony
Beautiful pain
Taking over the soul
Of an innocent life
They may have lived
Instead they stare
Engraved with identity
Lost within a path
Forgotten though time
Pondered daily
A dying glow
A quenching glass
Biterness so sweet
On such a day
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
Pain is all I feel
Pain is all I know
When my life will end
I sure would **** to know
How ever shall I do this?
Oh dearest, what shall I do?
I am asking for your input
So please, now do not be rude
I could dive up off a bridge
And hope for the very worst
Feel wind fly through my hair
and experience the rebirth
I could jump off the tallest building
Make headlines of the post
A brilliant view to never speak of
Says some fellow over toast
Or sure, I could just go pain free
And take the easy way out;
OD
But why be normal
Why go with the flow
I will not even live
To hear of your groans
Oh heck! I could, I would, I should
But this is crazy and I'm not thinking how I should
I've got the motive, and most certainly have the brain
Sure as heck, I have got the pain
But who has got the time:
To rid of their time?
So please, just sing with me:
Life is not free,
N'or is it exempt from misery
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
I have so much to learn
Yet so little to share with the world
Therefore,
As I type and retype these words,
I question the direction- as well as motive
When the sun peers through the mustered drapes
My heart collapses, and my body once more refuses to rise
If past is any indication of the future
Then I'm in for hell
Pain is exponential
And so are the years that flutter continually by
The life I once had dreamed of
I now must ordeal
My home is under the covers of a weathered blanket
-the sound of classical bellowing from a table, not far yonder
And as I work and wonder at the world
I count down the days to an inconceivable dream
Let me share with you something; ever so true
No emotional pain surpasses that of someone who dwells utterly alone
We are social creatures
And without a friend or family member worthy of mention in the world,
It is a struggle within itself to be alive
May it be then, that my prayers for a relative happiness be answered
and that with you, the deep peace of fallen dreams be ignited by the flames of love
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
I believe that the world has a power
One that may be shared
Through the knowledge and possession
Of Love
It seems that only some may obtain such a power
As Love
And even fewer, the knowledge to obtain it
Loves takes the power of not one, but two hearts
The complete paramountcy over two souls
Some endeavor to find ways around such sovereignty
To the miscalculation of their true proprietorship
They do not posses this mystical innervation
They are merely yet another of the most. naive.
"I may not be smart
But I know what love is"
It is heartbreaking
Some spend their lifespan in a lie
They believe a little hard work
Will cut them some slack
We have known for centuries
Of its true existence
And in days of old
They had no media
To forge the name of love
Love corrupts
Those who are possessed
Those who forged
Are plainly destructed
They conjecture that their efforts
Will compensate for the lack of connection
A castigation is placed
A sad tale is repeated
No love exists
As such that I have
You will know
When you can argue with such a statement
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
It seems that none are left today with hearts
If souls have mass
We are but figurines
Ornaments, in such a carlin wasteland
Undying with an image
Of molded plastic
If such a tear was shed for due the crime
The terror would but cease to run his plea
For souls no more can touch the scorching earth
'fore melting into dolls
So ever hollow
Songs we ring and dance to
Unknown why
In dark a shadow of the endward sigh
They give us such a thrill
Such inward drive
We cease to think of pain an near-by cry
Whilst in one blink of Lonely's morbid eye
I wonder why acceptance is yet made
As through dark streets,
"Help!" screamed
Is told to fade
I felt a presense
Alas, but have we all
The money and the cars
have fumbled in pursuing
But now,
I've found my rest
My dwelling place
How lovely such a word
Gather, hear, come 'ere
For near
Are echoes of such joy
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
I'd love to watch you die
To see the color fade
For all the gloom and sorrow
To drift away by day
I'd know your threat had ceased
I'd rest in peaceful slumber
I'd go out on the rooftops
Annoucing, the great fall
Death! I tell you all
-For might we once have feared
We now are given reason
To sing out on the word
The birds would sing
The sun would shine
And life would live once more
I'd love to witness death
That is, of you my foe
To see a once forboding figure
Trampled down by silence
I'd laugh in hysterical muteness
I'd shed a joyful tear
No one would think to stop me
For once you'd stopped us all
As once a last breath taken
A joyful echo heard
No more the sound of silence
No more the sound of hurt
What left would be a corpse
A lonesome, fallen figure
The ghost of all once evil
Would sink below through screams
We, as now a whole
Would love to watch you die
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 11:14 AM UTC