Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
josh-c-dewees
Irish "Bluntness is a virtue." -Allison Ling
I've been a mat I've been walked on. I've been a door **** Everyone got a turn to use me. I held onto the light in my life you held But now I tell the darkness I'm coming home. The fire in my soul like a bomb about to blow. The nuclear reactor of everything I've stored inside is going critical. I can feel the crack in my poor cracking sanity expanding. I'm breaking the spell I'm releasing a breathe of subservient pain And breathing in the deadly air of change How's it feel to have my foot on your throat? Come now don't turn purple so easily! Say goodbye to all the world. Tonight's your funeral party! You see I've died on the inside, Or really I'm finally alive! Don't act so surprised, You made me a victim, And now Well now I'm you No I'm better I'm a villain
0
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Victim to Villian
I'm standing at a crossroad I've stood somewhere similar before But never one of this magnitude Like staring death in the eye. I've always been the kind of man to die alone I love them but they'd leave me So I'm touched by nothing anymore A stonewall of a man. I'm broken and tired It's hard to have faith in someone When you've been loyal to no one but yourself A rogue knight in a chess game. I'm standing again in a meeting of choices Option like poison that all take me a different way But inevitably to the same place Or close enough. I'm taking my time this time Time that I don't have to think Love one way Happiness another And finally Freedom Each as caustic as the last Love. A poison but a **** good The ******* of my options Happiness. Butterflies and rainbows or really violence and ***** for me a lovely ****** Freedom. My own life of my choices No tether or chain A free floating **** in the air. They all sound as good as the last. But I'm stuck here. I Am Lost And I Will Have To Lose Myself More I'm standing at a crossroad I'm lost and broken I'm standing at a crossroad a man with nothing to lose I'm standing at a crossroad. I pick that one. I'm leaving a crossroad alone and broken I'm lost but hopeful To the future I walk
0
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
At a Crossroad
I guess you could call this a flashback Maybe even a lament Sleepless nights always drag out my inner demons in the subtle madness of complete silence Then again my memories are always hazy until I reach that point The point where I ripped off my angel wings and fell from cloud nine I guess really it’s not a lament more an old broken duct tape together soul trying to teach those around him who are following a path he had drag himself out of Their experiencing the release of powdered heave Their loving the absolute embrace of pixie pills Their caught in the web of grass that twists on the pearly gates Their living what I already almost died trying Like Icarus I flew too high and came crashing to the earth. But at that point I was no longer living with angel wings I was crawling around with devil feathers then I was selling my soul to a needle filled with the most emulsifying and weight lifting crude toxin I could get a finger on And like a weight I came crashing down one day awoken by a beggar merely happy to see me alive I guess what I really mean to say is I’m tired of hearing that all these wonderful poisons aren’t addicting You become like a bird hardly ever wanting to set foot on the ground The grass in the clouds is gnarled and vindictive trapping you to it like a spider web The angel dust like pixie dust lets you fly but confines you in thorns and splinters when you can’t The sweet nectar of hand held doses may break your chains but only at the cost of a choke collar tied to the release itself And when all these magic paradise inducing chemicals don’t work they turn to the most caustic vial venom the world can find An injectable heaven that leaves them a dying husk of who they were. So I was wrong it is a lament but at the same time its me trying to preach I know I’m the ***** sweating in church I know I’m the recovered addicted who never asked for help I know I’m the happy supportive psychopath Trust me when I say I know I’m weird one of a kind human being So I beg of you to listen to my learned wisdom from playing on cloud nine But you don’t You won’t listen you think you know it all But You haven’t walked down the rabbit hole as far as I have You haven’t played chess with the devil for the next flight to cloud nine I know I seem like one big conundrum of hypocrisy Preaching what I already did But the reason I seem like that to some of you is simple It’s because I’m preaching what you don’t want to hear Now im not going to make you listen Though you should On those long sleepless nights when the sweet velvet like call of angel wings whisper to you please ignore them I know it’s a brutal thing to deny what’s like heaven itself but please I beg you not to follow the mistakes I’ve made. Don’t resort to other reliefs like another warm body or a bottle of fire water Just keep strong I have seen the pits of addiction I’ve done many a things I will never forgive myself for So from a ruined tattered soul like myself please heed my warning The leaves of the tree of life only go so far The dust of enlightenment is not permanent And the magic pills won’t send you up the bean stock forever Stop pretending to fly above the world and instead embrace those around you Before you wind up like me scrambling to save a dying ***** While fighting to find your family and friends again Leave the toxins, chemicals, and venom behind they only leave you to rot inside the shell you once called your mind.
0
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
Angel Wings
I guess you could call this a flashback Maybe even a lament Sleepless nights always drag out my inner demons in the subtle madness of complete silence Then again my memories are always hazy until I reach that point The point where I ripped off my angel wings and fell from cloud nine I guess really it’s not a lament more an old broken duct tape together soul trying to teach those around him who are following a path he had drag himself out of Their experiencing the release of powdered heave Their loving the absolute embrace of pixie pills Their caught in the web of grass that twists on the pearly gates Their living what I already almost died trying Like Icarus I flew too high and came crashing to the earth. But at that point I was no longer living with angel wings I was crawling around with devil feathers then I was selling my soul to a needle filled with the most emulsifying and weight lifting crude toxin I could get a finger on And like a weight I came crashing down one day awoken by a beggar merely happy to see me alive I guess what I really mean to say is I’m tired of hearing that all these wonderful poisons aren’t addicting You become like a bird hardly ever wanting to set foot on the ground The grass in the clouds is gnarled and vindictive trapping you to it like a spider web The angel dust like pixie dust lets you fly but confines you in thorns and splinters when you can’t The sweet nectar of hand held doses may break your chains but only at the cost of a choke collar tied to the release itself And when all these magic paradise inducing chemicals don’t work they turn to the most caustic vial venom the world can find An injectable heaven that leaves them a dying husk of who they were. So I was wrong it is a lament but at the same time its me trying to preach I know I’m the ***** sweating in church I know I’m the recovered addicted who never asked for help I know I’m the happy supportive psychopath Trust me when I say I know I’m weird one of a kind human being So I beg of you to listen to my learned wisdom from playing on cloud nine But you don’t You won’t listen you think you know it all But You haven’t walked down the rabbit hole as far as I have You haven’t played chess with the devil for the next flight to cloud nine I know I seem like one big conundrum of hypocrisy Preaching what I already did But the reason I seem like that to some of you is simple It’s because I’m preaching what you don’t want to hear Now im not going to make you listen Though you should On those long sleepless nights when the sweet velvet like call of angel wings whisper to you please ignore them I know it’s a brutal thing to deny what’s like heaven itself but please I beg you not to follow the mistakes I’ve made. Don’t resort to other reliefs like another warm body or a bottle of fire water Just keep strong I have seen the pits of addiction I’ve done many a things I will never forgive myself for So from a ruined tattered soul like myself please heed my warning The leaves of the tree of life only go so far The dust of enlightenment is not permanent And the magic pills won’t send you up the bean stock forever Stop pretending to fly above the world and instead embrace those around you Before you wind up like me scrambling to save a dying ***** While fighting to find your family and friends again Leave the toxins, chemicals, and venom behind they only leave you to rot inside the shell you once called your mind.
Continue reading...
53
I'm going away Far far away Because I need assurance I need to know I won't be like y'all I need to know I won't hit the bottle to mask my rage I need to know that I am not bound to you I need you to know I am not your child I want you to know I am my own self My mother was a Realtor selling what we could never have My father was a detective finding his own evil in the world My sister's were ****** for attention grasping at what they wanted In a house built for the tainted life that tailored the world through sadism I grew up there Hiding when they swam to the bottom of the liquor hole. I watched in the house of sin and regret the atrocities of alcohol I watched them sow the seeds of their dreams into their children's brains I would never be their field though The meadow of my mind is my own I live isolated and alone in that house But I have begun my leave I have begun to pave my own road and walk it I will walk away from sin And never return to that house of regret
0
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
Pave my own road
I am not always a vicious ******* I do not hold claim to normalcy I am not tied down to rationality I may not be you I may never be But I am not vicious Normally I am not But when I am provoked When I am pushed and I do not catch myself When the medicine is not locking me into place When I have no care for control I can be vicious I will be vicious I am not a mean person I am not a brute I am not always cynical But when you are as vile as ***** I am as vicious as a snake You embody the essence of vileness You are caustic and corrosive A cyanide to all around you You are a cactus with cynical hate dripping from your spines You are more vile than any villain I am vicious when provoked And you have provoked me
0
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
As Vicious as you are Vile
We've climbed this mountain A mountain of homework and back stabber We may not have climbed together for all of it But we climbed together side by side now All the people trying to tear us down or drag us off But we won't let the other fall we keep each other on the path We've climbed this mountain We can see the end But our enemies can see us So near the top we threaten them They take aim attempting to knock us off Insults and snide remarks fly at us like bullets Violence always creeping towards us a dog of war We have been civil far to long to these brutes of failure We strike back now The harder they hit us the harder we hit back The mountain of high school is almost over we're not falling now Take aim my brother with your ****** rifle aimed at their deepest weakness Locked and loaded to tear them apart in front of everyone To rip their heart out for all to see Don't worry I've got your back My machine gun of cynical secrets gleaming for support. They won't drag us down They can't pull us back down We're at the top and moving on from this high school warfare
0
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
Highschool Warfare
You've been pushed down enough Stop laying there it's rough I know, manage it At least stand for yourself Revolt against the ground that holds you Stop standing and swallowing pills You've been suppressed long enough Reality is a flag for the medication Go ahead and float into your own mind Start your revolution against reality Push back again and again Stand on your own feet Throw up the pill Push off the ground Push back Fight back Have your pride Have your Freedom Have a life Have your own life
0
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
Revolt Revolution Redemption
When looking for love leave no stone unturned When fighting for what you want be an animal viscous and strong When all the odds are against you keep at it When looking for love don't forget sometimes it finds you While you're searching don't forget to stop and looking around it maybe right next to you When fighting for love make sure you're happy When the odds are against you make sure the odds aren't trying to help you When looking for love time is the best healer and tool Time does not mean wait on them That's not love That's lust Love isn't one persons job it's boths job Love can't be a princess waiting on a knight Sometimes that knight just snuck by the dragon so it'll fight their demons Meet them halfway and see what real love is Meet them in battle and help each other win Meet them in hell and climb out side by side Meet them in happiness and find happiness When searching for love you must try You must be able to walk fight and trust them When searching for love search for a companion not a lover
0
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
When looking for love
No matter how many pills No matter how strong No matter the cocktail of meds I can't seem to be who they want. I can't be the ideal human I can't be that model of society I can't bring myself to swallow their rules I can't stand up and swallow their pills any longer I know what they want from me I know how they want me I know what everyone wants Everyone but me You know what its like Depression dragging behind you all day The psychopath in you screaming to gain reigns The crazy illusions as schizophrenia settles in The lack of anything as the sociopath wraps you in a blanket The madness that you've grown to love As it all slowly takes you your handed a cup with a pill It is the cage to keep your mind as it is alive It lets you step outside the hovel of your mind And lock all those memories and screaming away A new you Is it really you anymore Our reason is based upon who we've grown up as Why can't we think how we were made too Why are we to blame when we didn't raise ourselves The key to your mind was and will never be the pills The medicine is just a cage to mold you how they want us The key to our happiness is and will always be ourselves Its in all of our minds That sickening depression do what relieves it The psychopathic beast inside unleash it The schizophrenic visions embrace them The lack of humanity that blankets your mind Let yourself do as your supposed No one in this world can make you happy all the time No one but ourselves We are our own master of mind. If reason doesn't suit you release it. Madness is like a comforter when you wake up on a cold day It will keep you happy and healthy Accept the medicine if you want reality If reality even with the cage isn't comfortable come with me Dance in the madness of anarchy Let your mind run free Let yourself be who you were born to be
0
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
Medicine and Madness
No matter how many pills No matter how strong No matter the cocktail of meds I can't seem to be who they want. I can't be the ideal human I can't be that model of society I can't bring myself to swallow their rules I can't stand up and swallow their pills any longer I know what they want from me I know how they want me I know what everyone wants Everyone but me You know what its like Depression dragging behind you all day The psychopath in you screaming to gain reigns The crazy illusions as schizophrenia settles in The lack of anything as the sociopath wraps you in a blanket The madness that you've grown to love As it all slowly takes you your handed a cup with a pill It is the cage to keep your mind as it is alive It lets you step outside the hovel of your mind And lock all those memories and screaming away A new you Is it really you anymore Our reason is based upon who we've grown up as Why can't we think how we were made too Why are we to blame when we didn't raise ourselves The key to your mind was and will never be the pills The medicine is just a cage to mold you how they want us The key to our happiness is and will always be ourselves Its in all of our minds That sickening depression do what relieves it The psychopathic beast inside unleash it The schizophrenic visions embrace them The lack of humanity that blankets your mind Let yourself do as your supposed No one in this world can make you happy all the time No one but ourselves We are our own master of mind. If reason doesn't suit you release it. Madness is like a comforter when you wake up on a cold day It will keep you happy and healthy Accept the medicine if you want reality If reality even with the cage isn't comfortable come with me Dance in the madness of anarchy Let your mind run free Let yourself be who you were born to be
Continue reading...
47
After it all I still hurt After it ended i cried I can't live without you You can't live without me When can I have you again? I need you The suspense has me in a slipknot at the gallows I need you I don't want to be part of loves body count I want you to be with me I need you No one else You Forget family Forget friends I only need you I only want you No one else will fill the hole in my chest No one but you I need you I need the only light in my life back I need you back I want you back Please come back I need you
0
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
I Need You