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nathaniel-choma
nathaniel-choma
American
Once again I fall in sin Waiting for pain to begin Because we're nothing if not fallen gods. And nothing seems as worthless As asking for some love From the people who said you're worth this. But a walk alone in light too bright Makes me think about tonight And how I've come to enjoy sleeping alone. I sleep with air on high cool With too many blankets and the tv on. It all reminds me there's nothing nearby. The morning walks around my rooms Give chance to loudly declare my gloom There's no one I'm disturbing while they sleep in. Sleep in with me. Spend days in bed. Because there's nothing better to do and we're both lonely. I'll say goodbye with a cold bowl of cereal left over from the breakfast I ate without you.
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
They say hope comes around
Nights spent in eternity Burning candles at both ends In the dark, it's only me One man's search for meaning. And in the oppressive, obsessive black No light comes to show The truth I seem to always lack As I stumble upon nothing. Pacing pacing pacing round There is no destination here And as I march without a sound I contemplate the possible ending. My search yields no help yet And so I give up now The futility in mind begins to set Therefore I lay here dying.
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
Enigmatic epiphanies.
Dark seclusion here in the deep. Yawning, drifting, never finding sleep. When what I want is to escape, the shadowed forms now taking shape. Screaming, screaming in my head As I am kept awake in bed. Twisted sheets that chain and bind Tortured soul of tortured mind. And when the silence creeps around Heavy, hurting, this lack of sound. Where do you find your solace, friend You chose solitude in the end.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Three little stanzas
Darkness wallows in the deep It chains him to his empty keep. And fighting, struggling to break free The darkness comes to swallow he. More he swallows, less he knows A blizzard of sadness in his mind snows. Bent and broken, defeated, sad Stopped with cold, his mind goes mad. Once upon a well worn tale A hero ran a broken trail. The road was long, no end in sight And the hero succumbed to the night. Darkness wallows deep inside Where there is no place to hide.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
No more salvation
From this prison noises rise Into the darkened, clouded skies And as my throat bleeds from his shout All the lights begin to go out. Curled and shaking on a cot His sanity begins a long, slow rot. Downing pills on a dragon chase No more emotion on his face. It was the hard parts in his life That led him to escape his strife. And now alone he sits and waits Brooding over that which he hates. A prison isn't for those who break the law It's the dark behind his gaping maw. It's the emptiness inside his yell It's the open gates of hell. Prison cells and empty halls Filled with echoing footfalls Rattling ghosts that circle round Hoping to be heaven bound. He found this place wandering lost Abandoned, gathering late Autumn frost Deep inside he lost his nerve When the drugs made the world swerve. In the corner of the room Surrounded by his intense gloom Walls dripping, running; intense flood Thick, black water like prison's blood. He looked around and called it home No more would he aimlessly roam A final escape from misery Into the dark where he won't see. Blind eye looking for no hope Making friends with bits of rope A collection gathered to leave behind A world that slowly took his mind. On the wall it's slowly scratched An idea that he had hatched A novel written in a day To describe there was no other way A holy place, this dismal spot The walls streaming his sordid plot An attempt at life long left alone Protected from the outside by steel and stone Deep within this prison stays A man who screams as he acts out plays Characters inside his head Company after his sanity fled. There is a soul, lost but free That identifies that man as me.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
No gold is glittering.
From this prison noises rise Into the darkened, clouded skies And as my throat bleeds from his shout All the lights begin to go out. Curled and shaking on a cot His sanity begins a long, slow rot. Downing pills on a dragon chase No more emotion on his face. It was the hard parts in his life That led him to escape his strife. And now alone he sits and waits Brooding over that which he hates. A prison isn't for those who break the law It's the dark behind his gaping maw. It's the emptiness inside his yell It's the open gates of hell. Prison cells and empty halls Filled with echoing footfalls Rattling ghosts that circle round Hoping to be heaven bound. He found this place wandering lost Abandoned, gathering late Autumn frost Deep inside he lost his nerve When the drugs made the world swerve. In the corner of the room Surrounded by his intense gloom Walls dripping, running; intense flood Thick, black water like prison's blood. He looked around and called it home No more would he aimlessly roam A final escape from misery Into the dark where he won't see. Blind eye looking for no hope Making friends with bits of rope A collection gathered to leave behind A world that slowly took his mind. On the wall it's slowly scratched An idea that he had hatched A novel written in a day To describe there was no other way A holy place, this dismal spot The walls streaming his sordid plot An attempt at life long left alone Protected from the outside by steel and stone Deep within this prison stays A man who screams as he acts out plays Characters inside his head Company after his sanity fled. There is a soul, lost but free That identifies that man as me.
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Alice, Alice, come out, come out In this darkness I scream and shout. Waiting for your pale blue eyes To gleam in the dark, surprise, surprise. Alice, Alice, where have you been? You can't imagine what I've seen. Laying here, just out of reach, Practicing all you preach. Alice, Alice, you little seer I've spied you through your mirror. Intently waiting on the chance you took Adventures from a story book. Alice, Alice, you can't hide This is it, end of the ride. I found your secret rabbit hole I'm jumping in to take your role. Alice, Alice, I can't see Won't you come to rescue me? Bring your hare and the rest Isn't it time to put me to the test? Alice, Alice, I think I know What it is you've tried to show. Down a hole and through the glass Down I fell, with you dear lass. I didn't come here to escape being alone No dear Alice, your Hatter has come home.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
A whole different world
I dare you to go and do something humiliating. So that you know the pain of doing it to others. I dare you to write all of your flaws on a giant mirror. Then look right into your tear-stained eyes and say "I Love you." I dare you to stop and stand where every- one can see you and scream until your throat burns. Just to spite whatever emotions keep you up alone at night. I dare you to be the only person alive and walk down the middle of the street when the rest of humanity sleeps. So that you know the sounds of the night and are comforted. I dare you to stand up as you eat a full dinner. Because you should know eating is important for survival, not as a means to entertain yourself. I dare you to try something you hate or are afraid of. Because if you stay in your comfort zone life will leave you in your bubble. I dare you to do something deadly, even for a half minute. Just to challenge death to chase you down for the rest of your life. I dare all of YOU, society to challenge whatever norms you have been shackled to. All because I want you to look down at your hands and see that those things on your wrists are handcuffs. And that the cuts from them have left you to be caught red-handed in slavery to the peace you once thought was actual solace.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
Throw a gauntlet, throw a flower.
I dare you to go and do something humiliating. So that you know the pain of doing it to others. I dare you to write all of your flaws on a giant mirror. Then look right into your tear-stained eyes and say "I Love you." I dare you to stop and stand where every- one can see you and scream until your throat burns. Just to spite whatever emotions keep you up alone at night. I dare you to be the only person alive and walk down the middle of the street when the rest of humanity sleeps. So that you know the sounds of the night and are comforted. I dare you to stand up as you eat a full dinner. Because you should know eating is important for survival, not as a means to entertain yourself. I dare you to try something you hate or are afraid of. Because if you stay in your comfort zone life will leave you in your bubble. I dare you to do something deadly, even for a half minute. Just to challenge death to chase you down for the rest of your life. I dare all of YOU, society to challenge whatever norms you have been shackled to. All because I want you to look down at your hands and see that those things on your wrists are handcuffs. And that the cuts from them have left you to be caught red-handed in slavery to the peace you once thought was actual solace.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
Throw a gauntlet, throw a flower.
Over the river and through the woods Under cover of cloaks and hoods We hide our faces, one and all Marching on until we fall. A pilgrimage to nowhere new Through twilight fog and morning dew Walking, running, to a goal. Diamonds formed from hearts of coal. Because the horizon never sleeps Constantly running as each human weeps With pain from broken feet and bloodshot eye. Still we march until we die. And all the fields, they look the same To the blind, dumb, deaf, and lame. The mountains match the ones before And the mountains still in store. The memories of lives not lived in full Break forth like dams; a raging bull. In clear water dreams are seen Dancing on the teardrop screen. ****** footprints left behind As the trail continues to wind. Men carry children with broken souls Children bury parents in shallow holes. The march continues on and on Until we all one day are gone. And no one thinks to stop and rest No one wants to fail life's test. And none can speak of turning round Crossing back across broken ground. For none can bear to be caught in the net The trap of haunting, creeping Regret.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
The ants, the ants.
Looking back I come to find all that I have left behind things like you left in the dirt Still wearing my old torn shirt Both our tears soak the dust While the world begins to rust i sit and wait and hope and pray that you won't ask me to stay **** your lifestyle and **** your friends they're gone too when the world ends. Lay back and watch the burning sky Smoking cigarettes and asking why nothing ventured Nothing gained it's why we danced while it rained. Some small bit of romance, you said before the china flew at my head moving faster than the stars Flying past the other cars Faster Faster we both screamed best of friends, or so it seemed. years on down the winding road when hair is grey and backs are bowed. You said we'd be together then apparently there were better men happy birds, Chirping, singing my ears still won't stop ringing I left and ran into the Woods took the alcohol, all the goods. i've been missing, don't you know or do you forget watching me go Maybe it was for the best maybe now you'll get some Rest. My old soul won't keep anyone up 3am draining another cup Filled with What, i can't tell. Pretty sure it's sending me to hell.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
Vehemently pointless