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Visions of a saint near
that bridge has a name.
The suicide frontier
the method's all the same.
a jump into crashing rocks
head first into oblivion.
Leave behind shoes and socks,
and aspire to be heavenly.

Waves wash away red splashes
before the blood can stain,
a church will have its masses
while many choose the rain.

A return to first opened eyes
Purgatory denounces peace to grave
to the suffering in which we wish to die,
back here all the grief & the shame.
I know this is a depressing poem but its to bring awareness to mental health issues, in both youths and adults. And know they are not alone in thinking this way.
I rest your head on my lap
and I promise everything is alright.
I caress your hair—
and it's myself who I deceive when I say
I will heal all that aches.

Playing peek-a-boo with your demons
I grant each and every desire.
Gasping lullabies to your ear,
do you rest when they sleep?

Playing hide and seek with your demons
they feed me all your whims.
Gasping bedtime stories to your ear
until you fall asleep
and they come with me.





[Another recurrence of the Devotion Rot habit—spilled as art.]
Poems telling about a love that lingers like a parasite, one that you welcome in the despair of loneliness. And one you feed in the need of being taken whole. Until nothing of you is left.
A soft lullaby you whisper while sweetly dying inside.
Sacrificing
My well being
Roll of the dice
Stoic to a degree
A heavy price
Was paid
Misplaced pictures
Passing time
Never put my mind at ease
My youth
And all between
Wildfires wiped
Me out
Waking up
Became such a heavy burden
For thee
Longest time
I was far from okay
Yet no one knew
Just how badly I was hurting
Inside but me
Holding on for dear life
You held me together
The pain
Piled up tell it overflowed
Guess it had to go
Somewhere after
The dam finally burst
The nap sack I carried
Around outweighed anything
You could ever imagine
Or ever want to experience
First hand
But eventually the past
Washed away into another tributary
And my life raft took me a shore
To better days I wouldn’t trade for anything
Heart Beats
Barely a sound
Dust in the wind
The moons gone dark
Smashed into
Pieces a killer for hire
Bullets
With butterfly wings
Tears fill my soul
Ring around the sun
Haven’t I mourned enough
Discrepancies a plenty
Divine intervention show face
Unresolved torment
Why does the dark
Wear me like a coat
Fill the voids
I can’t seem to fill myself
Be my everlasting hope
Wings of gold
Wanting to live
And waiting on yourself
There’s a big difference
It could be a while
They are two different
Ends of the stick
Spectrums a must
Infinite energy in abundant supply
Healing
Is what I desire the most
My quiet reverie swoop me up
Light of light
My halo of hope
I cling too
It’s far to easy
To turn your back
On yourself
Fall into the trap of the enemy
Yet no matter how
Destructive I’ve been
You’ve been the one constant
My fortress and rock
Blind to the simple fact that
I can’t be fully alive without your grace
I’ll never take you for granted
All I want is to be by your side one day
My grandeur
background chatter of white noise,
the pride of the photo in a wallet,
a gentleman's removal of a ring
for that trembling of a fling.

The clinging of the glasses,
the skin of the lasses,
Escape from kids' screaming
No *** at home with the missus.

Hotel rooms with the mistress,
fills her with promises,
that will never come to be,
Only ever rarely.....
Its in the eyes like crystal brown
shielding of bewilderment,
near light flickering like smiles
hesitantly like the Ravens,
unsure of whether to brave a nest
of an Eagle's with confident piercing.
Try to take this mother's egg,
and she will mess you up instead.
Inspiration - Western Nights by Ethel Cain.
Written to the beat of the lyrics.
For anyone who needs to hear it
For anyone who cries at night
For anyone who who dries their tears
On saying "I'm alright"

For anyone who's in their head
And thinks they're not enough
Who worries about their body size
And ever finding love

The world is going to beat you down
To teach you to stand back up
But just because the world is cruel
It doesn't mean give up

You're so much more than your struggles
You're stronger than your grief
You're more beautiful than you'll ever know
So stand up... Use your feet

Walk right through that fire
Stand so you'll be seen
The world needs to see you glow
But just in case bring burn cream
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