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Dec 2012 · 377
Ocean
Anon C Dec 2012
reaching towards my reflection
       my embrace
             cannot
                  extend
                       far
                          enough
Dec 2012 · 623
Did It To Me
Anon C Dec 2012
walking an old ancient path
mind cloudy, deadened
despite the birds singing
thoughts are laden bricks
heart fills with fear 'tis true
end in sight nevermore
weight of emptiness crushing
naught can save me from me
devouring own mind
afraid, at this pace... knowing
sooner or later I shall collapse
never to be found
on an old ancient path
Dec 2012 · 712
Serpents
Anon C Dec 2012
Serpents in my mind
feed me your poison
venom coursing through my veins
whispering I am sickened
bleeding me dry
I could be right, oh but the serpents
circle agile amidst my vessels
telling me I am plagued
by the dreams of the weak
Inspired by Sharon Van Etten "Serpents". Along with pain, rejection and misunderstanding. Oh to be an outcast and odd.
Dec 2012 · 1.1k
Therapy
Anon C Dec 2012
What is it so odd
not a good idea to seek answers here
of course you are seen as abnormal
God complex
compulsive
too empathetic
take some medicine
you need it apparently according to society
well no I will not change
I like me because I do love others
I like to save my planet
digging through trash to recycle is frowned upon
well, oh well
let me be me
I do not see me as a God
I just love, too much
there will be no excavating my inner me
so I will be me
and I won't take your **** pills
I decided to go see my therapist today and finally be honest. Bad idea... It made it worse. I am aware of what I am I do not like to be told I need to change. I was shaped into this and I do not mind it even if I bleed for everyone. I feel more human than I ever did as a robot.
Dec 2012 · 711
For Marian
Anon C Dec 2012
Little Sunshine Fairy
Appreciates all the little things
A kind word with every breath
A sunset waving goodbye to the day
The rain caressing her rooftop
The trees telling her sweet little fairy secrets
The flowers always dance when she looks
She is little Sunshine Fairy Marian
And she appreciates all the little things
Which is what makes her so lovely!
Have a lovely day Marian. I love that you write for all the lovely things in nature and appreciate them so much. Keep dancing Sunshine Fairy
Dec 2012 · 1.1k
"Devour" By Disturbed
Anon C Dec 2012
Still enough
Although I know you're not begging
Still as the thoughts running through your mind
Still enough
Although I know you're not begging
Give me a reason to make you mine

I will devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you've brought
Meaning to my life

Had enough
Although I see you're not running
Still are the thoughts running through your mind
Dead to love
The path that you are now taking
Show me the reason to make you mine

I will devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you've brought
Meaning to my life

Run, to where the smallest ray of light will never find you
Run, to where you will not need to shield your eyes
Run, away from all the soulless, heartless fiends who hound you
Run, away and let your memories go blind, when I

Devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you've brought
Meaning to my life
A song written by my favorite band. This one I find just absolutely gorgeous. Their lyrics often I find may be a bit dark but expressing the deepest love.
Dec 2012 · 463
My Dear Friend
Anon C Dec 2012
Misfortune strikes often times, the kindest hearts
Ones that do not deserve such horrendous trials
I wish nothing but love for these pure souls
For nothing has been extended from them but love in return
Can not the world reach out and pick up the pieces
They are still whole, just a little help is needed, a little kindness
A friend I find in these beautiful people
And I wish nothing more than a warm embrace to give
If I could but share my family, laughter and love
I pray for my friends and for the many others
Seemingly forgotten but they are not, I love you all
If you pray please pray for my dearest friend and her lovely daughter in such hard times.
Dec 2012 · 500
The Clouds Do In Fact Cry
Anon C Dec 2012
reach out
try as you might
fingertips never touch
desires whisked away
puffs of smoke
intermittent, forming clouds
that cry tears of sorrow
running down my spine
for I am kneeling
sobbing for you
Dec 2012 · 1.0k
Black Hole Continued
Anon C Dec 2012
two black holes collide
creation or eruption
supernova, universe or
obliterated catastrophe
distraught milky way
malicious life form
Dec 2012 · 2.8k
Black Hole
Anon C Dec 2012
Black hole swallows all that is beautiful
Black hole furiously obliterating every light
Black hole seeking to destroy all it touches
Black hole will always be alone
For black hole is just that
Black hole....
What is more powerful and mysterious
*destructive
Dec 2012 · 680
Choke
Anon C Dec 2012
moment of truth
bad idea perhaps
hands to throat
oh well... at last...
...sigh... grip loosened
Dec 2012 · 3.3k
Anxiety
Anon C Dec 2012
Time to venture into the mouth of Hell
I pray I do not lose myself, wish me well....
Dec 2012 · 813
Beyond Recognition
Anon C Dec 2012
Probably unwise, unfair to say
causing more pain than necessary
what is new for her though, right?
she is madly in love with him
in all his brokenness
but he is not broken
he is the other half to her whole
and she can never have him
that quite possibly may drive her mad
but she would rather dedicate to that madness
than live the lie that it is not true
that she knows what she needs
and she would rather die alone
than deny it
Inspired by life....
I cannot remember whose profile I found this on. I know it is one of my fellow poet friends but I took the picture for my profile and it comes to mind.

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=177187682427393&set;=a.105676852911810.11624.100004084870709&type;=1&theater
Dec 2012 · 551
What Is This
Anon C Dec 2012
Half a million light years away
physicality holds no meaning in a realm so distant
scream, scream, scream, on another planet do you not yield
shooting stars, meteorites, could they stop a force
the force of desire weaving cobwebs within my heart
Dec 2012 · 777
Artist
Anon C Dec 2012
I desire the talents of an artist
I have a vision in my mind
distorted, his face is frightening
body misshapen, mouth agape, disfigured
epitome of an entire soul destroyed, drawn on paper
lined in charcoal, etched in demise
crying into the night
around his monstrous waist
tender arms do embrace
such a demon, a beast
her face caressed in absolute beauty
seeking to tame something so torn
in one soft touch of love
God I wish I could draw what I see in my head.
Dec 2012 · 315
Lost Poets (10w)
Anon C Dec 2012
I notice when you go
My voice calls, come back
I notice when fellow poets cease posting and it feels like a piece of me is missing. Come back.
Dec 2012 · 1.0k
On Judgement
Anon C Dec 2012
Step into the human psyche
Thought, she is *****
Nay, she is probably just lonely
He has pierced his body and painted his skin
He must be evil
Not so my friend, he is expressing his pain
She is quiet, she must hate everything
Not true, she is screaming for love but none reach out
She is loud and annoying, she must be a child
No she has always been treated as an adult and never got to be a child
He acts like a ****, he must be a violent man
Wrong again, he just wants to fit in and is afraid
Do not judge
Take a look inside the human psyche
We are all us
We are all fragile
We are all what we are for a reason
I look at girls dressed as they do and I know I could be that girl because I am so lonely. I know a man covered in tattoos with an amazing heart. I know quiet people who become vibrant within some attention. I am annoying, I was never a kid. I have known 'thugs' who just were afraid to be something different because their society dictated they must act that way to survive. They are all people and they have feelings.
Dec 2012 · 677
Long Forgotten
Anon C Dec 2012
I love abandoned barns and dilapidated fences
Long forgotten, some seek to call them useless
I love them still, the care taken when first built
Years of mirth and much use put forth within their vibrant beings
Alas, yes abandoned but they still seem useful to me
The years may have worn them down, appearing to be ugly
But I would still play within the walls of ye old barn
I would still caress you tattered fence, knowing you protect my land
You still hold value in my eyes, even when you appear eroded
This thought came to mind when my neighbor said she hated her neighbors fence and wanted a white one. I told her I love the old dilapidated wood. That is was beautiful. It came back when I saw an old abandoned barn. I take these words to state I feel this for these objects but I tried to write it as applicable to a person as well.
Dec 2012 · 449
Twisted Reflection
Anon C Dec 2012
Oh, hello friend, am I looking in the mirror
I see a shadow, perhaps my reflection
Finding yourself lost in a dream, surreal
Pain reaches out and violently rips apart your being
Convinced you would only cause harm to reach out
You need to be sad, but you need to feel love
Give me your hand my kindred soul
Let us climb out of the bowels of Hell together
Keep dreaming, I will watch while you sleep
Let us teach one another how to see beyond our reflection
Build a new world
Dedicated to abyjyt. I love you!
Dec 2012 · 967
A Letter To A Stranger
Anon C Dec 2012
I was on a cliff, ready to jump, her hand caught me
It was only three dollars, one person, one stranger
So lost I have been finding kindness only in words never in person
But today kindness touched me in the moment I needed it most
For so long I have dwelt upon the evil in humanity and lost my will to fight for it
I forgot that real kindness does exist and there is a reason to fight for it
Caught in a black hole, a lone stranger made me question everything in a moment of absolute kindness
To her it may have been just three dollars and a Merry Christmas
To me it was the entire world, a revolution, an end to a war I waged with myself for ages
I have focused too long on the evil, the death , the unfairness
But today this stranger gave something to me and did not wait for a thank you
It happened the same week that I lost faith in everything and that was all it took to restore me
I do not know your face stranger, I do not know your name
But I wish you could know what you did completely changed me, that I think you an angel
I am sad you will never know, but for once I cry tears of joy and not sorrow
The smallest kindness can change lives, you made me realize I can change the world one act at a time...
I take your message and I will pass it on my friend
                                                      Than­k you
Dec 2012 · 314
Something
Anon C Dec 2012
"It isn't much," he said
"It isn't nothing," I replied
An exchange between a customer and I today when he handed me a 2 dollar tip in quarters. Most don't even bother tipping and this guy apologized for not giving more.. Love to his kind heart and thinking it isn't much because it is.
Dec 2012 · 332
Today Is Going To Be Long
Anon C Dec 2012
I see the contempt in your gaze
when you look down on me in a sneer
it really hurts when I just want to smile
and you cannot stand my presence

oh how I do not wish to work with you today...
Anon C Dec 2012
A harrowing tale could this be, of a girl who gained her soul, but lost the world
all that had ever been believed in, all that had ever given hope
revealed to be false amidst the unraveling of the veil, into a new realm was she hurled
one where there is overwhelming pain, and hatred, no confidence with which to cope
her soul allowed her to visit Utopia, a dream as intangible as a wisp of smoke
all too often misunderstood, underestimated, thought to be entirely insane
her voice reaches some, but for many others, the message does not evoke
she finds that she has echoed too long, her own voice and thoughts become her eternal bane
swallowed within a truth that she has so long sought, viewed as a reality
in actuality it just is not possible, but what can a girl do when swallowed whole
visions of true love, coexistence, God, all lost in a moment of brutality
what does a person do when they lose the world and gain their soul
Thank you Ken. I would do more but words cannot cover it.   I felt I lost my will to write or muse... apparently my friends know my mind better than I and can guide me...
Dec 2012 · 484
Lullaby
Anon C Dec 2012
O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! - When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed

Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?

When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the stain.

O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!
I cannot write at this time but I wish I wrote like Loreena... This is her song. Everything she does is angelic. I consider her to be a Goddess.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWqQ9uwqQxk
Dec 2012 · 741
I Waited Through Seasons..
Anon C Dec 2012
I waited, watching the leaves change into red, brown and orange hues
I waited, while the snow blanketed the ground, kissing the Earth cold as ice
I waited, until blades of grass poked their heads out of the soil, shy yet coy      
I waited, in scorching sun, blinding me, searing my skin golden brown
I waited, while this cycle recurred year after year
I became old
You never came
Dec 2012 · 819
Limbo
Anon C Dec 2012
A relief in a way
blank like a sheet of paper, nay not paper, a tree uncut
not yet even paper
gasping tendrils cannot form, cannot be voiced
housing no muse, reaching out to smoke
a relief in a way
also a curse
when naught brings life but words
what is it my mind is seeking
holding onto endless vague emotions
they wave tauntingly across a vast distance
sneering, as I chase them across an arid desert
through treacherous mountain passes
always a few dances ahead, mocking me in my limbo
where is my emotion
I feel it tearing me to pieces
at what is it directed
Dec 2012 · 541
Silence Is Nigh
Anon C Dec 2012
They think she wants heads to turn
nay
she wants to be saved from herself
on another tangent, it is just her
stop listening, stop being you
save her from herself
dagger is nigh
selfish
screaming
death
they do not hear
Dec 2012 · 4.9k
Self Expression
Anon C Dec 2012
Tattoos
piercings
fingernails
some say "oh it is unsightly, *****, disgusting"
looking like that you must be bad, a sacrilege
self defilement, so sickening
do they ever stop and think
it is not self defilement
is it self expression
*let me express myself
I had to take my gauges out at work today. It hurt like a beast just starting out again and now I have to shove them back in and endure some serious pain because some people think it is unsightly. Should it not be my right to do what I wish to my body?  It hurts no one but me. Tattoos more often than not have deep meaning for people. Piercings express internal pain for some. Fingernails well hell I have em long for guitar. I wish more would think before judging.....
Dec 2012 · 986
An Ode To Cruel Words
Anon C Dec 2012
She heard you today you know
words meant to cut like a sword
not sure if she was meant to hear but she did...
for some people words are weapons
for some people your words shape who they are
mold them
so she went to a strangers house choking back tears
handed them their goods
then returned and pretended she was alright
she pretends but really she is not
have you ever stopped to think
that the wrong words to the right person
could be the last thing it takes
the last stab needed to throw them over the brink
it may seem petty but for some words are life
she is not broken
she is not insane
she is depressed
nothing tastes good anymore except liquor
dry as ash so she doesn't eat
and wastes away in words and cigarette smoke
she is not afraid to die, parts of her already are
the other parts wish for it when she hears these things
she wants to give smiles and in return gets frowns
so please think about your words
words could very easily **** her
you never know when a life is in your words
so please use your weapon carefully
think before you speak
you never know if you are the final blow
Dec 2012 · 775
Instruments
Anon C Dec 2012
screaming pain
announcing beauty
proclaiming eternity
wailing in obscurity
forcing feet to move
leaving no choice
bringing about untold emotion
unearthed from the deepest part of a mind
telling endless tales
burning bridges
housing anger
consuming love
cutting like ice
within a melody
I adore violins, cellos, pianos, guitars and all the emotion invoked from the simplest of strums, key strokes and finger picks.
Dec 2012 · 788
Dehydrated
Anon C Dec 2012
Long ago her well ran dry
too many have tasted the still waters
slowly becoming stagnant, coming to a standstill
she traces her fingertips along the outlines of her dry Earth
wondering which was the drink that brought the drought
she cast her eyes wistfully to the vast ocean
she feels so thirsty but one cannot thrive on saltwater
thus she stands high above, crying to the violent seas
the only water to swallow tears
dehydrated
Dec 2012 · 4.2k
In Your Final Moments
Anon C Dec 2012
I was sure I would die today
that my heart finally stopped
collapsing in pain
feeling a pop
I was sure
the worst part
I felt nothing
maybe a little fear
just a little
aside from raw fear though
no thoughts crossed my minds
except
*this is it
Dec 2012 · 625
Lambs
Anon C Dec 2012
Broken and stolen
were the dreams of too many today
innocent lambs bathed in blood
and all for what
why
my heart will bleed for the lambs
but not just for these
for the thousands
the masses
that experience such hatred on a daily basis
what it is to be innocent
caught within the crossfire, sliced by the shrapnel
I pray one day it will stop
until then rest in peace little lambs
I hope your dreams live on
I cannot make a rhyme or be pretty right now. My heart goes out to each and every person in the world experiencing pain like this.
Dec 2012 · 812
Am I The Insane One?
Anon C Dec 2012
I kept telling her I was insane today
that I had been driven to madness by the pain I see
death, ******, conspiracy, blood, hate
and everyone turns a blind eye so I must be mad
that I take in all the pain and reflect it upon myself
and too many think I am being unreal
for I cannot control these things
but it is who I am, an empath, I refuse to change
and I scream the truth and all I hear back are lies
that I am in fact, just insane

To which she replied
why is it you are insane
do you not think that perhaps you are the sane one
and the rest of the world has gone mad
that they live in a fantasy land
because you know the truth and they deny it
even when blood is spilled upon their own doorstep
they still do not see
so be sure you are the sane one
you are the one who is human
I have a feeling some others may draw some comfort out of this. Danielle you come to mind in particular.
Dec 2012 · 790
The Rust
Anon C Dec 2012
for so many years I thought the blood was rust
splattering the streets
obscured amongst the rubble
for so many years I thought the blood was rust
because the media told me so
Too much blood is being spilled. Too many believe the lies that it is for a greater cause.
Dec 2012 · 386
Seeking My Gift
Anon C Dec 2012
For that which might be real
I would stand still for eternity
endure trials rife with peril
cast down my own soul ardently

Some may seek to call me crazy
throwing such passion to one aspect
amidst all this pain, it is all I see
the one undeniable, pure asset

So despite it all, I keep breathing
some days in sighs, others in moans
I find it in me to keep believing
my heart will eternally roam

Until the day I find a gift from above
and when I said that, I meant *love
Dec 2012 · 731
Insomnia
Anon C Dec 2012
When I feel myself sinking down
Through waters so deep I am sure to drown
I reach into my mind, touch my intangible dreams
Though not real, they keep me from bursting at the seams
It probably is not at all healthy, I know...
But I find reality is too far below
It hurts to be awake and attuned
All I feel when I am such are the deepest wounds
So I weave my fantasy land full of us and me and you
And find myself stepping on the shore, the sky above blue
What I dream is perfect, untouchable
But outside these thoughts, my mind lies in rubble
Poem inspired by a conversation with another poet. Title inspired by a comment by another poet. You guys are great <3 Thank you Embers and Jacobo.
Anon C Dec 2012
Shaping the world with words
Sparking within me a desire to follow
At this point lyrics are what keep me alive
My veins turn red as I swallow it all
Were I to let go of this one aspect
It may be true to say I would drown
My lips surface the ripples whilst I read
The captivation of that so powerful when meant
Words
I should note this is another inspired by a conversation with another poet. Thanks Joshua :)
Dec 2012 · 340
Will I? (10w)
Anon C Dec 2012
Eventually....
        I might
                   give up
       for now I keep dreaming
Anon C Dec 2012
Let me pick you apart
and kiss your mind
outer scars hold no relevance
within a presence like yours
I find I have been tossed to the gutters
time and time again
somehow, even in a dream state, I drag my way out
and find I still have a fire burning
although it has been diminished, minuscule
it thrives, seeking air to live
can I breathe you in, feed my flame
Dec 2012 · 553
An Idea
Anon C Dec 2012
Some say love is like fire
but I disagree
fires burn out and die
some fires are hot
others cold
True love is more like water
it never dies
it never ends
it just changes
Top comment on this song. I found it so beautiful I had to share. I did not write this but I found it absolutely captivating.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guvY8Qbac7E
Dec 2012 · 645
Christmas Trees Make Me Sad
Anon C Dec 2012
Christmas, the time of year for love and cheer
"Let us go pick out a tree" say the kids with glee

I am the ultimate Grinch I guess...
Because Christmas trees make me so sad
The trees are my favorite friends
I would much prefer to take presents to them
Than cut down their life force
For one month of enjoyment
To be tossed aside after the lights are gone
How many years of their life stolen
To bring each family joy year after year
So many to die in vain
I wish to be surrounded by many trees
Not just one
Alive for countless years
So if I must, I will just take my gifts to the wood
Or buy a fake one
No offense to anyone please. I am odd I know...
Dec 2012 · 708
Stray
Anon C Dec 2012
I came across a stray today
an emaciated little feline
from me she did not shy away
her jaw disfigured, a deformation
scary she appeared to be
such a ghastly figure
still she came over, loved me
and I loved her back  
I wondered if no other ever gave her kindness
due to her appearance
  she was such a sweet creature, affection relentless
all she wanted was love

and I cried when I had to go
So sorry I could not take you sweet kitty cat.
Dec 2012 · 1.1k
Untitled
Anon C Dec 2012
Can I be the one
to dig my nails into your flesh, gently
bite down, reaching to your soul
I wish to taste your skin and every scar held within
maybe, if you let me, my lips can heal them
I would kiss you relentlessly
even if to no avail
can I just be the one to try
I need to make you feel to make me heal
Dec 2012 · 423
No Cure (10w)
Anon C Dec 2012
Each night will she relentlessly cry
Until
her
inevitable
*suicide
Dec 2012 · 1.2k
My Prayer Is It Even Heard
Anon C Dec 2012
Please God, if you are actually out there
I do not know
can I please just be with the other dreamers
existing amongst the current situation is degrading my soul
at some point within the mindless consumerism and gluttony
I went insane
the pain, the ******, the callousness
abuse
I cannot sustain yet another thrashing
please release me
if death is the only way, so be it
but if there is another way
lead me to the other dreamers
let me hold their hand, unite as one as we should
and bring about coexistence, wash away the hatred, indoctrination
defilement of life
all of us hiding from what we truly crave for it is what we were taught
I see the others out there, but we cannot reach across the mobs
there are too **** many, we are overwhelmed
so we sit here screaming into nothingness, while the masses just laugh
some can hold out, I have found I cannot
I do not know when it happened, but I lost it
complete control over any aspect of my being
I need to feel the connection
the world you created went so wrong
and I see it
please wash me away in yet another flood
if that is really what happened
hell I don't know if that is even true
the corrupt probably wrote it to control me
but this is my prayer
can you hear me?
Dec 2012 · 625
In Need Of Passion
Anon C Dec 2012
Even if for one night, can you pretend
to feel passion for just me
I am just some girl, I know, meaningless
but please tear into me, let it all go
throw me into the sheets, ravage me
as a lion would unto a lamb, devour me whole
it is what I crave
walk away in the morning
it is alright
Anon C Dec 2012
Reaching out, attempting to touch the echo
oh, the reverberation is just my reflection
my fire was extinguished, passion that burned
the scorching heat has been bitten by the shrillest ice
persistently dreaming of reigniting it
alas, I lack the desire it requires
let me gather what remains of the flame
and burn every bridge I ever built
Dec 2012 · 766
Standstill
Anon C Dec 2012
I will stop for a while
and think
all is too jumbled
enough tears shed to fill an ocean
thus I cannot see straight
I need to reflect
Dec 2012 · 1.3k
Masochist
Anon C Dec 2012
Alas, the irony
what you think you want
you do not really
it dances in your face
bathed in passionate flame
and yet rejected it is
instead you seek to follow
that which would cause you harm
take the needle
stick it deeper in your vein
let yourself feel the lies
coursing through you like fire
you keep feeling this, the burn
it is what makes you feel alive
to be broken and beaten down
you must like to be abused
over and over you find yourself spitting
at that which offers you a hand
and letting the devil lead you instead
we should all just drain one another
let us pass each other by
let us all be masochists
I am you. I am confused.
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