I remember the bathroom door was framed by a light shining from beyond it
And I heard the sound of crying but it didn't make me sad
Because I knew whatever choice we made the resolution wouldn't differ
And I didn't have control but it didn't make me mad
It's the ending of a prophecy foretold minutes before
by an orchestra of tranquil playing a serene chord
sending me a message I wasn't listening for
telling me to open that light-enveloped door
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
I tell myself to focus
Concentrate on everything else
Take one step at a time
Step 1
2
3
Think on subjects away from reality
Perhaps to escape
Or maybe to simply pretend
4
5
6
Ignore the feeling
That unconceivable, heavy emotion
Why can’t I just focus on the steps?
7
8
...
What’s after 8?
I know this, I-
Is this what it’s like? Have I wrought what I previously never believed possible?
Why am I here?
What is this feeling?
...
...
It just feels like I’m so-
So...
What’s the word?
...
It isn’t even raining, where’d this water come from... oh.
I’m just so...
Alone.
9
Yes that’s the number.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Hearts are held hostage
To love once a year
Forced to remember
The one they hold dear
With chocolates and roses
And heart-shaped assortments
Afraid to be lonely
In love with that fear
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
History’s useless if we keep learning
from the mistakes we might make in the future
Lady Liberty’s sleeping, the king is a ghost
The world teaches people to hurt her
Is everything dead, or is everything dying
Why try to help when we should be crying
The bread is stale, we’ll give it to children
Money will never make people listen
The cycle of life
The cycle of strife
When does it end
When will it start?
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
A ****** river pierces through
The raw heart of society
Inflicting souls of blooming youth
With socialized propriety
In the core of suburbia
The river flows along the roads
It runs into the neighborhoods
And out the faucets of their homes
What awaits at the river’s mouth
Is a mindless understanding
“Conform or be confused,” it roars
“And live on forever thirsty”
Most children of the world
Are begging for a drink
But some know the river’s tide
It controls what you think
To the conscious youth there lies a choice
To be lonely but be free
Or let the river erode your mind
And be carried out to sea
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
It’s dim enough to look
the sunrise in the eye
because after a long night of hoping
for a glimpse of the cosmos
the clouds finally just begin to recede
After hidden stars hide once more
only now does my spite melt away
under the glow of a new day
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
I don’t need to clip
my fingernails because I
bite them when I’m scared
If there’s no such thing
as an absolute then I
don’t know why I care
You need everything
to be perfect, so you need
to start to hurry
Don’t bother, I said
to myself, I only bite
them when I’m worried
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
Once again I felt the urge
The forceful pull
The sudden surge
A consuming lust
Fulfills my drive
To hold the knife
To end that life
Inside and out
Scars are showing
Blood is flowing
Someone is running
The fatal blow
The blood red glow
A TV show
Made reality
After the deed
The passion still roams
The killers creed
Fulfills thy own
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
I understand that because of my generation’s culture and environment that the quality of literature from the previous centuries shall rarely be produced at such an exceptional quality again.
This revelation has brought me great sorrow, especially due to the fact that I, myself, am influenced by my culture’s toxicity.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
I propel the mallet through the air
To land bluntly on my hand
But still I feel no freeing pain
And I continue to be ******
To a world of expired meaning
And a body where I cannot feel
So I search for my forgotten drive
By drawing blood and skipping meals
At times it becomes too much to bear
The weight of bearing nothing
So I shield myself from expecting hearts
And turn to the one thing loving
A silver knife with a glistening grin
“I’m always here if you need me”
And once again I propel the blade
And finally find feeling
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC