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Armand-DeamoJC Sep 2018
I grant you to gently peek
Careful, for there demons creep
I wish you not to blindly seek
For I've gotten them to peacefully sleep

You may think you can handle
My mistake to reflect
For you'll never again be stable
Your qualities will deflect

I've been falsely honest
Inside lies Diablo himself
You have not yet earnest
your way to the shelf

Her hands perfectly followed my seams
and ripped it apart with my screams
Two more sonnets to come, am I getting this right or not? I do not want to look extremely stupid doing this, I try to touch people inside with my words. I know I sometimes post horrible poems, but I post the ones closer to my heart
Armand-DeamoJC Sep 2018
There's the boy she never noticed
There's the boy keeping it in
There's the boy trying
There's the boy lying
There's the boy crying
There's the boy
Behind the mask
Broken at last
Extremely ashamed
And vividly tamed
Behind that mask,
Is a killer;
A breeding psychopath
Behind that mask
You look at
Into the mirror
Credits to a guy who recently liked a poem of mine
Armand-DeamoJC Sep 2018
I've heard before
Love hurts
Be careful

I've felt it before
Love hurts
And ******* I was careful

I've heard before
Love no more

I loved before
Today no more
Nor hate, nor prate... nor
It feels like a chore
For I'll love you no more
Like I've failed before

I knew it't hurt
                                
                           Just not as much
Armand-DeamoJC Sep 2018
Love was usually a simple alibi
Until I thought it, perfected
It changed into a damaged lullaby
Then I knew it, neglected

These eyes, see perfection
Not meaning one
'Tis all perception
Not seeing none

You made my reflection
In such wonderful way
That seemed like perfection
It left me more to crave

"I love you and I'll stay"
If it were true 'till old and grey
Very excited about my first sonnet that I wrote. I changed it a bit, I'll post the original at sundown
Armand-DeamoJC Sep 2018
The night before
Your fingers carefully slid down my seams
To understand exactly
What holds me together
Then
With patience
You brutally and ruthlessly
Pulled me apart
So here am I:
Broken, but alright
Alone, ever so slight
I wrote this poem a very long time ago and found it among all my papers and crap, then decided to publish it
Armand-DeamoJC Sep 2018
We all have a story
Share yours with the people
who understand
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