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Oct 2015 Death by Daydream

Cutters

Oct 2015 Death by Daydream

JM

Cutters

Stop cutting.

I get it, life hurts.

You want to feel, something.

You would rather watch your own blood seep out of your body from a self inflicted wound, than experience the hurt you have inside.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You choose to hurt yourself because you are overwhelmed by the pain you have caused another person, even if it was unintentional. The thought of that person whom you have such strong feelings for, suffering because of your actions or in-actions, is almost unbearable.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You don't know what to make of your situation. You don't know how a person like you could end up in such a ****** up scene. You feel stuck, lost.

I get it. I do.
Stop cutting.

Your parents ****. They don't understand the kind of **** you are going through. Sure they were kids once but that was different. Things were different back then. They don't get you and they probably never will. They don't care.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You really want to hurt yourself because you get off on the pain. You want it. You need it. You deserve it. You were put on this earth to suffer and you accept your role as martyr.

I get it. Truly, I do.
Stop cutting.

You need some sort of release. Something, anything. Anything but the consuming black,
nothing. The sweet release that only a razor can provide is the only thing that seems real to you amidst all of the drama.

I get it.
Stop cutting.

There is chaos in your life and the secret solitude provided by your ritual seems like an oasis.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You like the way your skin splits open. You like the way you can touch the cuts underneath your clothes. You like the way the scars remind you.

I get it.
Stop cutting.

The love of your life has abandoned you, leaving a void that nobody will ever fill. Ever.
You are completely and utterly alone.

Life *****.

I get it.

You however, are beautiful,
inside and out,
scars and everything,
and you are not as alone as you think.

Please,
Please,
Please,
Stop cutting.

Oct 2015 Death by Daydream

Let Us Pray

Oct 2015 Death by Daydream

Detached Dreamer

Let Us Pray

I pray to God that karma is real
and that you feel

Every single thing you've done to me.
Ten fold.

*Amen

Sep 2015 Death by Daydream

Fallen

Sep 2015 Death by Daydream

Detached Dreamer

Fallen

I tasted sin for the first time
On lips so full of lust.
Now heaven shall not take me back

For I crave the devils touch.

Sep 2015 Death by Daydream

Cold Shoulder

Sep 2015 Death by Daydream

Detached Dreamer

Cold Shoulder

Ten,
He casts his eyes down quickly,
but not before you catch
the soft liquid-gold
turn to solid ice.

Nine,
Taste the bitter apology on
your quivering lip.
Bite down.
Let it bleed.
Just don't let him see you
fall apart.

Eight,
Pick up a book
and feign indifference,
while he does the same.
Do not cry.
Do not speak.
Do not let him see
how much he is hurting you.

Seven,
glance up at him,
and try to catch his eye.
Wonder for the hundredth time
what you did wrong.

Six,
Hang up
When you begin to dig
your nails into the flesh of your hands.
Find the old orange lighter
you save for birthday candles.
Let the flames lick across your skin in brilliant color.
Anything to stay warm.

Five,
Count the seconds by the chattering of your teeth.
Wrap your frail arms around your trembling torso.

Four,
Stare back at the tear-streaked face in the mirror.
Hypnotized by blood shot eyes
and scorched veins.

Three,
Grip the dull blade,
in your mangled hand.
Paint poetry
in scarlet ink.
Between pieces of broken skin.

Two,
Squirm at the discomfort
of lacerated wrists.
Feel the hatred metastasize,
for every place he looked at you
in disgust.

One,
Remember the time
you told him
you hate the cold.

Sep 2015 Death by Daydream

tomorrow is a new day

Sep 2015 Death by Daydream

E Copeland

tomorrow is a new day

When you eat more than you said you would
Forgive yourself
When you accidentally text the boy who broke you
End the conversation
When you get too drunk and kiss someone
Don’t be ashamed
When the pain becomes too great and you slip up with the blade
clean the blood
bandage the wound
and then call your mom.

We are all human

We all mess up

And we can all be redeemed.

#depression #suicidal #live #selfharm #redemption #mistakes #learn #forgive #itsokay

Sep 2015 Death by Daydream

Lullaby

Sep 2015 Death by Daydream

Detached Dreamer

Lullaby

She loved being lulled to sleep
By the gentle thrum of his heartbeat

Aug 2015 Death by Daydream

"I DO"

Aug 2015 Death by Daydream

brandon nagley

"I DO"

O' how I loveth her
If she only knew;
She wilt knoweth soon
When I sayeth " I DO".

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

#lovers #marriage #forever #king #soulmates #queen #i-do #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley

Aug 2015 Death by Daydream

10 things I miss.

Aug 2015 Death by Daydream

Court

10 things I miss.

1.I miss the way you laughed at my singing because you felt I always "tried too hard."

2. I miss you giving me the cold shoulder. It meant you cared. But now it means something else.

3. I miss how awake and alert you are in the morning. I miss pushing you and your too much energy self off because I wasn't awake enough yet.

4. I miss your sarcastic jokes that were always followed by a hug and a "I love you" with a chuckle.

5. I miss how silly our conversations were. We talked about everything and anything. You would say "How the hell did the universe come up with you?"

6. I miss the more deep conversations. You looked at the ground while my fingertips drew circles on your back. Your eyes would close and you slowed your breathing. I miss the stillness and that silence. Theres nothing I wouldn't give to trade this silence for that silence.

7. I miss the play fighting. I remember one time someone said "At first, I thought you guys were being serious but then I saw the way he looked at you." If only you could look at me like that again. Like nothing else mattered.

8. I miss your arms and the way it made me feel like I spent all of my life being in the wrong places. The only place, the one place, I belonged was in your arms.

9. I miss your awful jokes. I miss laughing not because I thought it was funny but because you said it and nothing made my heart feel more joy than you.

10. I miss you. I miss the amount of pride I felt standing next to you. I miss the fighting and the screaming and the slamming doors and the making up and the heartache and the pain. It was everything and nothing. It was painful but wonderful. It was all that I imagined love to be. I can't seem to say goodbye but I know you want me to.

I break everything I touch and maybe that is why this never worked.

#love #poem #poetry #sad #depression #life #pain #death #thoughts #you

Aug 2015 Death by Daydream

محن

Aug 2015 Death by Daydream

islam

محن

الليل متشابه،
في كُل أقطار الأرض،
السواد، الهدوء "للعياشين"، والنوم، الراحة والقلق للعامل والعاملة.
هو متشابه... بالرغم من تغاريد القنابل
التي تتفجر في بعض اﻷماكن.
ولكن بمثل تشابهُ الليل، تختلف الأحلام!
السكارى؟ الشعراء؟ النجوم؟ الكواكب؟
الليل فقير مِنهُم جميعاً
فهم لم ولن يكونوا سِوى فضلات لصّقت في جسمه.
لا يجيد لغتها،
و لا يبرق بلمعانها.
الليل متشابه ولن يتغير.
ولكن الوطن تغير و تبدل.
نُفينا مِن وطن مولدنا، فتهيأناه وطناً وسكنا فيه وهماً.
هكذا نحيا.
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