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Dead Account Feb 2017
Pulled by my puppet strings,
Not a human just a thing.
And look at all these stitches
Caused by all these... heh.

This permanent doll face,
Slaughtered with a smile.
Even in pain
I'll grin all the while.

Painted black eyes
Meant to see, but I am blind.
Tell me is it pitiful
To not know the concept of "kind".

Pardon my bad manners,
I know I must obey.
It's either good or bad, black or white
Nothing is considered gray.

This porcelain skin
Chipped away, chipped away.
I cannot guarantee  on this earth
I shall stay.

These knots and bonds are breaking.
Am I reaching my limit?
Oh no! I'm becoming a crippled heap,
Utterly useless.

Yes, I have a soul,
But it differs with my body.
Can't take control
My limbs are quite cocky.

Take your aim and shoot.
Don't you worry about ceasing fire.
My brain won't fully comprehend it anyway
Because my sanity's about to expire.

Alone in my aura.
The gasoline is lit.
Hope you like my present
All you pieces of... heh.


This permanent doll face,
Slaughtered with a smile.
Even in pain
I'll grin all the while.
Dead Account Jan 2017
Life reaches out to me, so desperately.
My fingers try to connect, but I am sent back
To a place where thrives no entity.

Ignorant and naive as always, I curse myself.
Is being a decaying corpse my destiny?
Anything but please, I don't care if I don't have wealth.

I push hard against my limits,
But it's too much for me.
Still, the clock ticks.

Genuinely, I yearn to reach my destination,
However, there is something in my way.
This barrier: my procrastination.
I have a terrible habit of procrastination which is why I don't post often, so I decided, why not write about it?
Dead Account Jan 2017
Ever since I met you
I had this feeling.
It is called "love" I'm sure.

But there's this mask
Hiding your identity.
Is this feeling pure?

This half of me
You somehow tolerate,
Please, the pain is more than I can endure.

You say you love me as a whole;
That either side is the same.

So how come when
I take off this mask
You're words are in vain.

This red string of fate
Ties us together.
Our efforts to understand each other isn't in shame.

However, I never let you in;
Never showed you my other self,
So am I the one to blame?

This confusing love,
Only half of a whole.

We fit together like puzzle pieces
We adore each other so,
But we don't know who's hearts we stole.

This shadow of mine
Is apart of me,
But it's getting a little old.

Together, let's set them free
Together, let's rip off these masks
Together, let's love our entire souls.
This was inspired by a show called Miraculous Ladybug. The main protagonists love each other, but don't know because they aren't aware who's behind the mask. The girl likes the civilian-form boy and the boy likes the heroine-form girl. The poem is trying to express both of their thoughts, not just one, so it might be a little confusing. The first three stanzas are the male's thoughts. Then the next three are the female's. The rest is their thoughts combining as one. Hope you liked it!
  Jan 2017 Dead Account
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Am in need of

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Care

No

Love

No

Happiness

No

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Just
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PEACE !!
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  Jan 2017 Dead Account
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Being a human means,
you have to deal with a lot of sadness
And by loving someone means,
you have to deal with a lot of goodbyes
- December 23, 2015
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