how can someone so alive
feel so
dead on the inside?
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
tar pit black waves
over my frail heart,
making it weak,
weak,
weak.
i cannot function,
nor can i think,
all i feel is resentment.
at times, at scary times,
it suffocates me.
it's like i can't breathe,
nor see,
nor do,
nor feel.
i feel empty,
barren,
deserted.
and it ******* hurts.
it ******* hurts to feel empty when all you have been trying to do is fil the void.
it ******* hurts to try your hardest again and again just to be hurt again.
it ******* hurts to feel so volatile. so ******* volatile.
it ******* hurts to say *******
it hurts everywhere, and i am explosive.
i feel like my eruption will cause a disaster, turmoil, outrage, turbulence.
but i don't care.
because it ******* hurts to put everyone before yourself and be disappointed every ******* time.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
his eyes were full of stars
the brightest ones.
beautiful baby,
with his head in the clouds,
filled with dreams of peace,
dreams of light,
dreams of life.
beautiful baby,
you just don't understand.
dreams remain dreams,
forever and ever.
it's only when kismet feels good that she
decides to intertwine your dreams with
reality.
otherwise,
it remains in your head,
as a mere thought,
a mere happy frame.
beautiful baby,
your eyes have a lovely glow,
i've never seen someone
as beautiful.
never seen
a happiness,
as bright as yours.
tell me,
how can you smile
while the world weeps around you,
mourning for her children who go at war from time to time,
dropping eggs of destruction on one another?
how can you smile
while your life crumbles around you,
and your life isn't your life anymore?
beautiful baby,
you're so broken,
so torn.
you try to patch yourself up with a smile,
and you try to dream and conjure up different realms and realities
where you are the king, and you rule a peaceful world.
beautiful baby,
your dreams are giving you headaches,
maybe you should take some painkillers,
then sleep a little.
beautiful baby,
why aren't you waking up?
have your dreams finally taken you,
to a parallel universe,
to your own heaven,
your own nirvana.
i love you baby,
so so much,
now you exist in my head,
as a beautiful boy,
no,
a beautiful tiger,
with creamy white fur,
and black stripes,
you prow through the jungle,
free and wild.
forever free,
beautiful baby
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
he intoxicates me with his love,
his sweet, sweet poison.
numbing release,
i want all of your love.
i'm selfish that way,
always wanting things,
always expecting things,
but never getting them.
but i know you're different,
your like an angel,
here to save me...
from myself.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
dionysus,
i beg,
plague me with your drunken spirit,
free me of my heavy heart,
let me revel in your happiness,
i beg,
let me,
let me.
dionysus,
king of the party,
spirit of the drugs,
protector of the drinks,
make me high
higher
than ever before
take me to ecstasy
let me taste your amphetamines
let me feel and feel
until i can feel no more.
feelings are boring now,
and they only feel like a deep, brooding ghost
waiting to pounce on me
and weigh me down.
DIONYSUS,
how long will i scream your name?
how long will i be tormented by your silence?
come to me with your fun spirit of party,
plague me with the spirit of relaxation,
i want what you can give me.
release,
sweet release.
i want it all,
i want to dream of trees turning into lollipops
and hydrangeas looking like candyfloss.
i want to be far away,
so far away,
that i can never come back down.
but,
but,
only for a bit,
only until i feel better,
only until i am happy again.
can you do that for me dionysus?
can you?
because, you see,
i can't do without help,
i need help to do everything.
i need help to be happy,
and you have what i want.
it feels like i am chanting the same thing over and over
you are just like everyone,
you all never listen.
YOU NEVER LISTEN!
you just sit and watch.
watching me drown.
i am plummeting,
and the most all of you can do
is to record my downfall.
and dionysus you have my cure,
but you won't give it to me.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
you know that feeling you get?
that feeling where its like you're watching everyone's life through some ***** fake, tainted glass.
that feeling that you're invisible, unseen and unclear to the world; like you don't even matter.
that feeling where you can't even understand the human beings around you,
are they from a different planet?
what language are they speaking?
because i swear you're sitting right next to me but the way you're talking makes you seem eons away.
that feeling where no one understands you,
or you don't understand anyone else.
that moment where you feel like a bystander,
watching through a movie screen,
as the others live their lives,
play their games,
and catch their fun.
that moment has been with me for days and months
its creeping up me like a pariah.
making me feel,
no making me un-feel.
i am isolated,
isolated by myself.
they say no man is an island,
well i am no island,
but i am a black house on a road with colorful apartments
all changing their decorations as the year passes
but i still remain,
black and alone.
sad and isolated.
i would ask for help but
they wouldn't understand.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
you pierced me
and i am wounded
slightly offended
but i am wounded.
but we all rise at a point
we are all glorified and adored at a ****** point in life
now it is your turn
but tomorrow will be mine.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
leaves a deep bubbly feeling
in me.
kind of like how i feel around you,
but unlike you,
coke lets me take it in.
the sweet coca cola taste.
unlike you,
you reserved ****
i want you,
all of you,
but i can't have it.
because you aren't mine to have.
and that hurts more than it really should.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
the shards of my shattered blood line
piercing into my lungs
tearing it open
letting me bleed my sadness out.
i bleed slowly;
i bleed,
i bleed.
your vibrant persona is too much for me to handle,
it feels choking at times.
but nonetheless i am attracted
like a moth to a flame.
i know it is dangerous,
i know it will only end in my execution,
but i go in anyway
orchestrating my own death.
i plummet into your aura,
i take it in.
and a small part of me believes
that you even had the smallest inch of care for me.
but you don't.
it's someone else it always is.
it's always the 'it's not you it's me' crap;
or the 'i don't feel the same' torture.
nonetheless it breaks me,
and i break in silence.
the saddest part is i thought i had a chance with you.
joker.
what a joke.
it can't happen,
it will never happen.
and that is all there is for me.
there is no yes or inbetween.
it is always no,
a resounding no.
but it's not your fault.
i know i am an ogre,
a monster with two minuscule eyes,
with my pores oozing acid,
and my mouth spewing fire.
my fiery temper restricts all suitors,
i know i cannot be tamed.
maybe that is why.
i am boundless and limitless and that may be intimidating.
but
but i am human,
and every human has that one boundary and
that one
limitation.
that was meant to be you,
meant to be you for me.
but you have someone else,
someone prettier and better.
so be happy, because that's all i want;
but for now,
i bleed slowly;
i bleed,
i bleed.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
the sun.
a fiery yellow goddess;
and the moon,
her fervent lover,
her devout worshiper.
the moon is a silvery mystery,
with his brooding manner.
he only shines
because the sun graces him
with some of her confidence.
he only shines
because the sun
completes him.
these two lovers,
separated by space.
they worship from afar.
and the royal goddess,
weeps heat
down to us,
her unlucky prisoners.
she pours out her tears of heat
unto the world,
engulfing us,
in her anger and sorrow.
but the moon,
the queer, shy, moon.
the moon,
her fervent lover,
her devout worshiper.
the moon hides behind dark clouds,
and only comes out to peak at the
sad,
mediocre,
and stupid
lives
we mortals live.
he peaks in wonder,
he peaks in curiosity.
but all eyes fall on him when he steps out.
he is a silver mirage of beauty.
the moon, unlike his fiery lover,
is shy.
he goes into hiding again
once all eyes fall
on him.
sometimes,
the moon
goes out of character.
he gets jealous of earth.
earth,
who takes all of the suns attention.
earth,
who's life revolves around energetic sun.
so sometimes,
the moon,
steps in front of the earth,
and receives all of the beautiful suns glory.
even if just for a moment,
the lovers are reunited.
but,
space pulls them apart.
as the sun continues to lash down
heat unto mortals.
as the moon, the brooding moon,
continues to hide behind the cloaking clouds,
unseen to the world.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC