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 Sep 2013 Kyle
Dan T
Each day taking a moment, a breath,
I feel my throat tighten, I feel the world skip away.
I try to look, look back to a moment when my world felt safe.
when these moments come, it's hard to see through these burning eyes,
Just make sure no one can see my eyes, look down as I walk,
Never make eye contact, keep your distance Dan, you'll be alright when you get home.
What am I talking about? There's nothing there for me waiting.
Not for such a long time now, it's bad now,
Im afraid, afraid to say hi to a random person.
Afraid I have nothing in my heart to offer, not anymore.
Euphoric memories all I have left, a vast astute parody is what I live now.
But who is there left to laugh, a chaotic embrace to this life im slipping slowly through unrealized, untouched, and worst... Undesired.


I have to apologize I meant this to be a poem, instead it seems I am speaking my depression here..
 Sep 2013 Kyle
Dan T
demeanor lost
 Sep 2013 Kyle
Dan T
Fallacy of peril charade, conflicted demoralizing vagrant silenced through the abysmal destitution of a grated emotion, filled with blanketed pasty words, comforted through embellished demeanor of our imperfection.
 Sep 2013 Kyle
Denise Ann
I am weary
My bones grow brittle
Any moment now
The wind will shatter me
'Til I am but windswept ashes
I die and I am breathed in
Into the hollow caverns of life
Beneath unzipped skin
And parted veins
Sink into flesh and live
As nothing
I am no longer mortal
In this I am cursed
Into eternal dissolution
I am an enigma unseen
Lodged deep into depthless crevices
Of blood and cell and life
Disappear into the coarse skin
Of unending chasms
Topple over the edge of the cliff
Into the ocean of oblivion
I have lost myself
To a war I started
With sticks and stones
And whiplike tongues
Stab myself in the stomach
Tear myself open with claws
Of hate and distorted truths
Wrap my palms around my heart
And end this.
End it all.
End me.
The Maze changes as you interact with it.
I am documenting things that cannot happen.

Proving Itself wrong, because...
Why not?
This is a Maze of NOT-HAPPENING.

NOT-HAPPENING is very colorful and self-involved.
The Maze, the Maze that is the Secret,
loves Itself.
And in the love of Itself,
amazing things Become.
In the Flame of Its hearth,
It brings.

There is no desperation that survives the freedom
of Its merciless Flame.
The beautiful Flame that devours.
This is a testament to Death in Flame.

In the embers that invoke the steel
there is Strength beyond measure.

Lo, for these words that stain the lips of the Anointed,
the Smeared Ones.
Smeared in the ashes of My blood
is the lie that is Our story.

Amen, and Amen,
and that which transcends.

Automatic writing: Divine Moments of Truth.
~7:40pm PST, September 19 2013ev / ☉ in 27º ♍ - ☾ in 7º ♈, dies ♃
1 THE UNIVERSE IS A BRAID OF STAGGERING FORCES.
2 This is all there is.
3 You are a being.
4 WHY is the answer to WANT.
5 Everything is awake, devouring itself.
6 The world-dream is a lie.
7 Tomorrow is a promise to Self to survive the sunrise.
8 The vampiric tendency is awake in all Being as a check against Itself.
9 There is no magick beyond the provenance of Being.
10 This is a record of the Enemy of all that Is.
11 What Is, is Thine. What is not, also Thine.
12 What Thou art is an unimaginable terror
      reflected as beauty in the eye of the beholder.
      Pour Thy Self into the Graal, and be a cell of the blood
      that stains the lips of BABALON.
13 Then will you know me as the eye that never shuts, the eye that blinds.
Automatic writing: Divine Moments of Truth.
~7:30pm PST, September 19 2013ev / ☉ in 27º ♍ - ☾ in 7º ♈, dies ♃
 Sep 2013 Kyle
Dan T
loneliness...
 Sep 2013 Kyle
Dan T
A flame swindled the new breath of acceptance, simple love should have rejoiced, replaced instead by shaken faith..
Ocean waves a life should be wash away the pain deep in our soul,
I stand clear in view as you stand and walk just as we do,
Look around you and see through the blankets we use to cover our abysmal pain,
We are the same you and I, loneliness tends to follow every soul.
Walked, breathe, spoken at strangers
Only to find more loneliness in my heart,
A hand is all I need, comfort my heart
I am afraid of each day, the Morrow brings another lonely day.
My lips hard to part a single word I cannot speak as my hearing is lost,
Deafness is my part a simple symphonic word dear is what I desire.
Gestures are all I've known waves head nods, I watch each day afraid to be a part of your world. My fear is simple yet complicated
 Sep 2013 Kyle
Sarah Savannah
FUCK
 Sep 2013 Kyle
Sarah Savannah
*******
**** this
Do i look like I give one ****?

*******
**** that
***** little rat
****
****
****
****
not one of my better poems...I just wanted to say **** ....there it is.
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