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Apr 2016 · 289
two steps forward
two steps forward,
one step back.
But what if,
you cannot step any further.
What if,
the ground had failed you
and you went falling
into the abyss of nothing.
please dont't tell me
i'll never escape.
Because i can take two steps forward,
and never look back
Apr 2016 · 288
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Apr 2016 · 452
poetry's anthem
The day I stop writing poetry,
i will be dead
The day i stop will be the day two planets crush into each other, forcing a title wave of kaboom.
The day I quit poetry, will be the day people stop loving.
The day I cease poetry, will be the day I win the **** lottery,
and we know how slim of a chance that is.
If you haven't gotten the hint,
I will never stop.
You can cut my hands off,
I will use my feet.
Cut my eyes out,
I will use my mind.
Cut off my ears, I will use my heart.
I am poetry.
You cannot stop me.
I will rush through you eventually,
filling your longs with my lustful nature.
I am bleeding diamonds,
when you see my diamond,
think of me.
Because I am poetry.
We are poetry.
I live in the ink,
between the keys,
and on this place we call
Hello Poetry.
My home is here.
Poetry will live forever.
**** e,
I will resurrect.
Shoot me,
i will heal.
Shut me out,
i will break in.
Because I am Poetry
an ode to poetry itself
Apr 2016 · 462
infamous and enchanted
i came to the conclusion that i was alone sometime ago.
I learned to let myself fall so i had a challenge getting back up.
I adapted to few "I love you s"
I overcame the feeling of desperation,
I became what I always wanted,
which was to become dependent on myself.
I survived loneliness.
lonesomeness became a joke,
when myself was around.
Being alone isn't bad.
Being alone is a gift
Apr 2016 · 621
hopes on yander
I am a male.
I am straight,
like many males.
But,
I have desires.
I want to be lusted for..
I want to be wanted.
I want to be loved.
I want to feel like someone would die for me at the drop of a hat.
I ask myself.
Is that okay to feel?
Is it okay for me to want people to love me?
Is that selfish?
Because it seems like i do all of these for others,
but they don't for me.
What is it?
What did I do?
Why am I not worth your admiration?
Do I deserve this?
Do I deserve the constant shunning?
Isn't that why I write?
Isn't that why I shall be in silence?
Is it bad to want someone to have a crush on me?
To want to know me.
Or does it show all that i have lived without...
What started as a nice, sunny day
turned sour.
It became the day he took the time to devour.
He clenched my soul in his grasp,
and suffocated my hope till the contents turned to dust.
The center became hollow,
thus making my feelings feel so shallow.
My shadow marks the devastation,
as the nuke went off,
sounding the alarms,
forcing them to hide
in their sad little lofts.
three stooges stood still,
****** 'till the end.
Shadows turned to dark
as the sunny day turned sour
Apr 2016 · 335
the boy
there once was a boy
standing in the rain
in the middle
of no where
with everyone there
wondering just what the hell his problem was.
The rain dampened his hair,
soaked his shoes,
but what no one could see,
is that the rain
was drenching his soul.
This was his final goodbye
before...
well,
before he committed suicide.
For months, everyone knew,
but time past

people forgot

his


name.

No soul visited his grave.
He was left to disappear.

he wanted to become a teacher,
he had  philosophy for everything.
But no one knew,
because he kept silent.
Kept still,
and minded his manners.
As he sat at the tea table,
meditating more.
The day he died,
he whispered to me,
"remember me"
remember the victims claimed by suicide
Apr 2016 · 275
if i could go back
If i could visit myself in the past
i'd tell him 3 simple words
"hold on,Zach"
But only I would know,
that that's what he needed to hear,
when he was close to ending it all
I'd tell him to love, never forget who he was,
and live his life the way I do now.
I'd tell him he is worth a lot.
God told me so.
I would tell him someone would eventually love him,
more than any girl ever did before.
I'd tell him to prepare, for the deaths yet to come.
And be the one to be brave.
I want him to believe in himself,
because that was a major flaw.
I'd tel him to think outside the box, and be the bigger man.
I would thank him, for holding on this far,
because it gave me a chance to live
Zach, thank you, from your future self.
you made it count,
don't stop trying
I owe it all to you
And that's what I'd say
if i could go back
ever wonder what you would say to your past self?
Apr 2016 · 2.1k
my passion for her <3
my passion is for you.
It's for everything you are.
Your eyes
your hair
your smile
your personality.
My loyalties remain to you.
I will not let you down.
My queen, worth a thousand moons.
I love to tell you I love you.
It soothes my soul.
See, you aren't like many,
you have morality.
You gave your everything.
it got my love.
I want you by my side forever.
You mean that much.
Without you, my life would be anarchy.
you bring peace and order to my desires,
you keep them in check.
I love you baby,
i hope you know.
I can't live without you.
I can't breathe.
I can't see.
Without you.
My angel from the sky.
Unmatched beauty.
Unmatched personality.
The perfect match.
for me
Apr 2016 · 509
the moon is my lover
the moon knows me.
the moon has been there for me through sleepless nights,
after hard days,
and terror nights.
i love the moon.
it tells me that you don't need the sun to see light.
and that is just want i need to believe.
Because i know i'm not good enough.
I am seen as an emo.
A strange.
A queer.
But in the end i still stand with the moon in allegiance to fight the sun.
In the end I rise.
I love the moon.
Her face shines every night.
And even when I can't see her, I know she's there.
The moon sends me lust.
I want her more.
Each day.
Each night.
She frees me.
Every **** night.
I owe her my life.
I owe her my gratitude.
She is my hero.
I love the moon.
She is my best friend.
More as a lover.
She gives me a soft place to rest,
and shed my tears.
She does not dry them away,
but lets them stream.
Because she knows
that's what i need.
I kiss the moon goodnight,
before i shut my eyes,
and dream of a world
fueled by the
moon
the moon is life
Apr 2016 · 308
lustful sin
i chuckle.
in the darkness.
i feel the ropes
that tie me down.
nothing you can do or say
will erase this frown.
you kept me here
from dusk, till dawn.
Baby girl,
let me drown.
You took my heart
and you cut it all up,
put it in a shredder
and watched it die.
you took my heart,
and tied it like my arms.
sweetheart, you are truly evil,
standing there, with your smile in a bunch.
and for a split second,
i see your beauty
amidst the situation im in.
i start to count my blessings,
and end at three.
and thats even more
than what you mean to me.
you tied me up.
you used me good.
and then you left me to die.
and the more i try,
i fall more in love
with the poison that kept us part.
your hate seduces me.
i feel the sensation.
your desperation fuels me.
you are no good,
so love me till i die
Apr 2016 · 1.4k
tech 115
Just hear me out,
Before you get frustrated.
Lol
One of the new most commonly used terms in a teen’s vocabulary.
***
The new starter of most sentences in a text message.
Put them together,
You have a full sentence.
Wow, magic.
Just like that!
But then you have jk jk lol.
Brb.
Ttyl.
And those don’t even scrape the beginning of “text language”
Whatever happened to the real languages?
The real conversations?
See the thing is, most of us couldn’t go a day without our electronics.
Are world is digitally ruled.
When you feel your phone buzz, what do you do?
You immediately go for it.
When you hear your ringtone, what do you do?
You go for it.
I’m sure we’re all guilty of it.
We text, we post, we call.
Our life story.
Whatever happened to going outside to play football?
Because now it can be done on Madden.
With the touch of a button,
Our whole life can be occupied, mixed, and transformed.
Cyber bullying.
Plagiarism.
Pirating.
All crimes based on technology.
Our world has turned to the future,
When maybe it should’ve stayed in the past.
It’s become like a bird, flying too fast.
It seems like our lives have begun to revolve around when the next IPhone comes out.
Did you know a girl tried to **** her own mom when she took away her phone?
There’s clearly something wrong there.
We stare at our screens,
Like we owe them respect,
But then we forget
The color of our lover’s eyes.
Video games,
The love in a teens life.
How fun it seems
To build, destroy, and plat
But we forget, what it was really like
When these things required work, and energy.
This generation has relied too much on our everyday actions.
We don’t do anything new.
We haven’t done anything new…
Except when we got the new ps4 and the new IPhone 6 plus of course.
I feel like my world has been taken over.
The tyrant is the tech.
And its trapped me for years.
Its trapped schools, workplaces.
Its trapped the world.
And I don’t know how…
Oh wait…was that my phone?
It’s taken over our banking, our transportation, even our security!
We trust our tech more than our best friend!
And it doesn’t even have a soul!
In fact, that’s how we reach most people.
Social media.
Ah there it is.
Facebook
Twitter
Snapchat
And Instagram.
The addiction is real.
We check them every day.
Every night.
Memories fade to the rapid typing and clicking.
My parents laugh
When they see something from their childhood,
That I don’t even recognize.
And I ask myself, will our children be the same?
So oblivious to everything,
Because we never bothered to see?
We text. We type.
We can do it all night.
When will our thumbs get tired?
Because when you power your phone on,
I’m trying to turn mine…off.
Hold on, I gotta take this call.
Apr 2016 · 508
oh honey, this is for you
the deception rings on.
Like the feeling of being stabbed in the back.
like being tortured in the middle of a football stadium.
Spittin' out blood, wiping away the tears.
Your deception made me crave pain.
Made me swim with my demons.
And you?
You go on wishing death upon everyone you meet.
your ghost never left.
but it never stayed.
It follows me,
just as you once did.
I smell your perfume.
In the elevator.
Up the stairs.
It follows me.
It wont let me forget you.
everything you are.
All the hell I endure.
The pain.
and all I can do.
is laugh.
Apr 2016 · 431
cheers to us
how about a cheers?
A cheer to life.
A cheer to death.
A cheer to innocence.
A cheer to faults.
A cheer to mortality.
A cheer to damnation.
Though you might not think
some of these are worthy,
they all describe
some part of me.
So cheers to you.
you made it.
so did i.
Now lets breathe again,
and set off on our way
in a blur of hypothetical bliss
disappear into the wind
as we feel it gently tap our nose.
And then. we just.
go
cheers anyone?
its your decision.
whether or not to take me seriously.
to take my words.
and use them.
Tell me, when did you begin to care?
meh.
don't tell me.
What i want to know
is why i'm crazy.
Why i am not normal.
I can be seious.
reallllly dam serious.
But i dont wanna.
No
nope.
Nein.
Whats scary.
is when you take suicide prevention classes
and see yourself in every sign.
but are still living.
breathing.
.........
a-b-c-d-e-f-g
tell me what the **** is wrong with me.
Please?
my lifes story
Apr 2016 · 303
freedom in the grip
6 words
_
take
me
away
from
this
place
make it end
Apr 2016 · 538
/men...real fucking men/
You know whats ****** up?
A man cant hug a man
without getting teased and hated upon.
Apparently, it became gay for men to hug
some time ago.
The word "******" became tossed around like a ****** football.
See, im not gay.
No my dear reader, far from it.
But if my friend wants to hug,
then you can bet your *** ima return that hug.
and theres nothing you can do to stop me.
If he looks good, i'ma tell 'em.
If he ***** up, i'ma tell 'em.
accept it.
move on,
and have a nice...*******...day
what we need to hear...
Apr 2016 · 170
Untitled
oh ****.
i think I've done it.
I made the world come crashing down beneath my ankles.
You, my dear fellow are my vessel of hope,
Lets take this step by step.
I speak
you yell
you hit
you bite
you might
**** me,
please do.
i beggeth of you.
take e home *****!
But wait, i plead the fifth.
no no no
i dont want to die,
i dont know whats real
whats a lie.
but art though,
**** me now!
Apr 2016 · 451
my depression
my depression
feels no sadness,
nor an
end.
My depression feeds on joy.
It consumes me alive like a fire to a church.
My depression
marks the feeling on my fore head.
The sensation tickles,
call me insane.
I live in the dark,
my scars told me so.
And my teddy bear told me to do it.
So here i sit.
on the porch.
ready to take the leap of faith,
with no one to catch me.
Here, i go.
weeeeeeee
to the bottom of the ground.
to the bottem of hell...
want some tea?
how about a bagel?
Scared yet?
because i was,
when i saw the signs
of my own. *******. Depression
this is me. halleigh ******* luyah
Apr 2016 · 346
through the window
through the window,
lies a playground.
It hasnt been inhabited in years.
this particular ground,
once held pain.
But the hawks now stalk it,
waiting for dinner.
Its funny how
such a place of happiness
turned to a place
where even vultures don't dare go.
I watch the paint chip away.
at  dawn it disappears.
the same way the children did
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
they'll hear us coming
you tell me what this means
Apr 2016 · 353
fear 2.0
You wanna know my fear?
My greatest fear is unpredictability.
i cant stand not knowing whats next.
I dont like guesswork.
This originated from my father.
(its funny how he keeps coming up among all the shenanigans in my art)
I remember my leg being pulled, my body flinging out of my bed.
No fortune teller could have predicted that.
Or the time i was forced to stay awake
all night long.
For years, his unpredictability haunted me.
Made me realize.
Made me rationalize.
Made me afraid of myself.
I pictured the man in the mirror....
gone.
I took the knife.
twiddled with it around.
And saw an asylum.
with my name.
etched in the corners.
My fear arose.
Bringing oblivion to my tears.
I see his face
brings my fears
to
life
once
again
liberate me.
from the worlds unpredictability
i dont believe in structure. free verse is my way.
Apr 2016 · 394
nightfall
as i set off for the night
snuggle up in my blankets,
i find the profound silence.
the single words ive been waiting to hear all day.
I view the day.
The movie, the car accident.
And i wonder,
who knew?
nighfall sets.
so i wait for the new day,
and pray for simplicity
just rolled off the tip of my brain
I want to be your Superman.
I want to fly you to safety.
I want to soar the winds with you,
and feel your soft lips against mine.
I want to hold you up to the moon,
and watch it's light rival with yours.
I wish i could give you the world,
and not be a poor kid from a poor town.
I wish i could give you a night to remember
not in the ****** way.
I want to sit you down,
and in hand
and tell you all the things i love.
i wish i could write it all.
But the truth is worse than this poem.
The truth is that i am just a....well. im just me.
Nothing but a man holding roses in the rain.
You are everything i wish i could be...and more.
You are my loveliest dream.
a gift from the clouds.
You are my angel
my soul redeemer.
Babe, how i wish i could be the same.
But you and i both know that I am not good enough.
I am the lost boat in the harbor.
But i still want to sail.
Sail with you into the horizon.
And never. come. back
for a special someone
Mar 2016 · 1.1k
An ode to appreciation
An ode to appreciation
______________
Each day, our men and women in law enforcement gear up.
They prepare for the day ahead
But how can they know
What the day might bring?
And as they get ready for their day,
They must mentally prepare for the emotional warfare they will once again face.
They prepare to say that final goodbye to their families, should the day turn into their last.
Each officer faces these fears.
They face death, harm, disrespect, and threats, but yet they keep coming back.
On the news, we only see the negative side of law enforcement,
And yet, we do not acknowledge the good things officers do for us citizens every day.
Appreciation has turned to become socially unacceptable.
Is it just me that see’s something wrong here?
They gear up for us.
For our country.
For our people.
For our families.
They train for disasters, for tragedies.
They were there for 9/11
They did what they had to do.
We thanked them then.
But where are we now?
Where do our respects lie?
They give their life, they give their time
But yet, they are not recognized for giving their lives.
Recently, my family visited the Aurora Police Department’s memorial for the officers that had fallen in the line of duty.
The area was empty.
No one was there.
It was like I could hear their voices in the wind.
Like the feeling of an unexpected guest.
I felt as if it was my duty as a citizen to read their story, which had been put on the wall with honor.
I wish I could personally thank all the men and women who had given their lives for our country.
I wish I could convey my gratitude.
But the truth is, they’ve past on.
And the sad part is, people have forgotten their names.
True, its hard to account for every single person in Colorado who had given their lives,
But was there even any attempt from us citizens?
Did you know that approximately 270 officers have fallen in the line of duty in Colorado alone?
69 of those 270 officers were from our very own Denver.
That leaves 201 other officers from various parts of Colorado.
Denver’s fallen officers have contributed approximately 25% of fallen officers in Colorado.
  Most names of Denver’s fallen officers will not be recognized.
But, I feel I should thank them anyway.
Thank you, Celena Hollis.
Thank you, David Roberts.
Thank you, Donald Young.
Thank you Dennis Licata.
These four gave their lives to Denver citizens in the last decade.
These four heroes gave their life so we could feel safe at night.
So we could live in peace, and in happiness
If it is a crime to be grateful,
Then call me guilty.  
These people are not just ordinary.
They gave their lives for you and me.
They sacrificed their life, for us to see
That we matter.
I don’t believe they do their job for the paycheck,
I believe they do it so our town does not become a wreck.
More and more, disrespect becomes common.
And somehow, more and more officers fall.
More officers don’t live to tell the story.
That’s heartbreaking.
Call me delusional.
But I believe in change
Because
Appreciation can go a long way.
This generation is losing respect.
It’s losing morality.
But it can all change.
It can change before our generation crashes.
It must change.
Please take these words and make something out of them.
Please make these words hold meaning.
I can’t be the only one to want these people to live.
To come home another day.
Thank you, to the men and women in service who may be here today.
Thank you to the military, To law enforcement, To medical EMTs, To our firefighters,
And to everyone here who cares about the wellbeing of this country.
Thank you.
just to say thank you
Mar 2016 · 241
make this one famous
Make this one famous.
Make it because this is me.
I decide to show myself.
My scars.
My bruises.
Make this one famous, guys.
Because it means a lot.
Make this one count.
Cause i'm vulnerable.
say what you want.
call me a *****.
But i am afraid.
Make this one famous.
I really want to see the world.
I really want to run out of ink so i cant write this letter anymore.
Is suicide me now?
Make this one famous for life.
Not for his death.
I am Zach.
I am me.
I am abused.
I am bleeding diamonds.
So make this one famous,
so at least one of my dreams can come true.
Mar 2016 · 978
killed
i have been killed
i have been hit with a spear.
It destructed my security.
It pierced my joy.
he killed my with two words.
"*******"
he killed me when he said
"you don't deserve happiness"
i thought he was supposed to be a father.
NOT a killer.
for years i refused to recognize the step before his name.
I wanted Step-father to become father. to become dad.
Joe, *******.
**** everything you are.
You robbed me of my happiness, my faith, my childhood.
For years i gave you chances.
I didn't turn you in because i believe(d) in change.
And then you wonder why you don't mean anything to me.
My heart was slashed.
Who the **** beats an eight year old kid?
Who?
Who takes away hope by kicking a nine year old out of his home to roam the streets?
I shake just sharing that memory.
Or when you put screws underneath my knees to stop me from falling on them while doing endless push-ups?
kids must be punished.
But not your way, you selfish *****
And now god is your salvation?
i hope he has mercy.
Because you deserve worse than hell
a gimps into my past. Not even close to everything. But i felt like i had to share. More to share that i survived.
Mar 2016 · 484
it's time
indeed, my fellow poet.
It is time to exist in reality.
Its time to let go of the fairy tails.
Its time to pick up our lives and make something...anything.
If you expect me to sensor myself...
well...
how's this?
*******?
Am i fulfilling expectations?
AM i existing to your standards?
Because i am DONE.
D
O
N
E
!!!
See, you don't get it.
You can't live in a castle forever.
Eventually, evil will strike.
If you can't see your problems.
They WILL consume you.
And the **** you find hard now,
will seem like NOTHING
compared to what's next
if you dont step it the **** up
inspired by a comment from another person.
Mar 2016 · 402
untitled 115
hello
its been a while, huh?
Im at home.
Whiling away my day.
Reading her words.
They sting.
They bleed through the paper.
Her last words.
Her last will.
was me.
And yet, she's gone, and i'm here.
****.
Who am i?
i think i should go.
You don't deserve to see me
Mar 2016 · 386
good morning
good morning people.
How did you sleep.
Was yesterday hell?
Is today a waste?
Just hold on.
Just make a sun.
Let it shine.
Let it shine
let the ******* shine.
and make today a good day.
So pick up your face.
stand UP.
not down.
and lets rock and roll.
________
just get up and go!
Mar 2016 · 407
(song) Conviction
Every day I see you, and how your sick world manifests!
Every day, I experience the cold. The shameless winter that takes hold.
How do you become the winter?
How do you let yourself get so low?
I gave my trust to you. You had a lust for two.
Your secret was as hidden as a man hiding in a house of glass.
I could see straight through you, for you had no shame.
But you’re to blame!
This is your conviction. This is your call to shame.
This is where I expose you! And all that you have made me feel!
This is where we learn your name!
Because, the day you fail, is the day that I prevail!
Go!
Leave!
Disappear!
Fall into the shadows once again.
Maybe if you actually gave a ****, I wouldn’t be as mad as I am!
It was all an act, but not the impact.
Did you love me or hate me?
Reject or accept?
Was it just for show?
Don’t you know there is a place meant for people like you?
Its way down under and it’s called hell.
Can you hear its bell?
I heard its ‘a calling you!
So go ahead and do as you said!
Crawl around looking for your victims.
This is for the broken
This is for all the people you’ve left.
This is your conviction. This is your call to shame.
This is where I expose you! And all that you have made me feel!
This is where we learn your name!
Because, the day you fail, is the day that I prevail!


Sing with me!
The. Day. You. Fail. Is. The. Day. I. Pre-vail!

I will never fall again.
I know your ***** tricks.
I see the lies.
Your memory dies!
So go to hell!
Don’t bother saying bye, because I won’t try to say it back!
I want you to know…
The world. Will go on. Without yooouuuuu!
Feel the shame that you were not given.
Enjoy your fate, because you are not forgiven.
I hear your threats, and that’s when the mood sets.
You don’t have any idea!
Do you love or leave it to burn?
Now it’s time for your other side to turn!
This is your conviction. This is your call to shame.
This is where I expose you! And all that you have made me feel!
This is where we learn your name!
Because, the day you fail, is the day that I prevail!
We the people find the defendant…GUILTY!
another song i wrote
Mar 2016 · 339
(song) Own the Night
Own the night till you have what you want
Own the night till you tear the world apart
Show the earth just who you are!
Show them that you won’t be underestimated.
Show ‘em that this is just the start,
That this is what you want with all your heart!
Own the day and be the one to say
“Brothers ride with me into eternity!”
Be the one to stand and start this fcking revolution!
Tonight, I’m gonna own the night
I’m gonna tear apart, everything
And you can join me or leave me
But tonight I’m gonna own the night

So don’t forget your origins,
As we pursue in this final fight.
As we own the night!
This is our nigh, the only one we got.
So treat it as immortal and make it to the top!
Free yourself from yourself, all of your limitations,
Break free from all the hesitations!
Leave them like ghosts, a portal to existence,
And leave all haters at the shadow of hate, watch them beg for mercy!  
Leave the comfort of the mirror and take control of this show!
Don’t imagine, just do.
Put your best foot forward, and begin the riot.
Stomp everything outta your way!
Take their sh
t and return it like Prada with a price tag.  
Remind them just whose boss.
This is the night in which we fight!

Tonight, I’m gonna own the night
I’m gonna tear apart, everything
And you can join me or leave me
But tonight I’m gonna own the night
Let’s watch these b*tches fall!
Yes, yes watch them all!
WATCH THEM FALL!
this is a song i wrote
Mar 2016 · 592
to my future child
dont be afraid
count your days of happiness.
dont dwell on the hate of the world.
Please keep your faith.
don't leave in the midst of it all.
stay there.
be there for your friends.
for your lover.
Stay sane, no matter how hard it is.
Remember, child, that i love you.
I care for you.
I want you.
Be careful of the people that want to rob you of happienes.
I wish i could offer you more advise.
But the truth is, no one can be happy forever.
So when you feel happy, make it count.
Lord knows i wish i had.
Because I dont know how else to say
We are all ****** to this world.
And child, be good.
I'll be waiting. watching.
I'll see you soon,
Dad
If i do have a child, god bless these words
Mar 2016 · 418
I love people
i love people for the way they are.
I love the quirky laughs.
I love the strange looks people get on their faces.
I love the way people talk about everything and anything.
I love to see people for who they are inside.
Because that is what should matter, right?
What should matter is what we do and how we do it.
But somehow society has altered our thinking.
They altered us to stress about our latest Instagram photo
When we should be caring about eachother's feelings.
We've lost our way.
We need revival.
Today's world. Enough said
Mar 2016 · 1.1k
I'm tired
i'm tired
i do not suffer from fatigue.
i'm tired
tired of haters.
tired of liars.
tired of being afraid.
Tired of being hit
Tired of crying.
Tired of building everything up
only to have it
Torn down.
Im tired of being expected of things.
Im tired of loosing faith.
I am tired of being treated like a **** dog.
Like a toy.
Im tired.
so **** tired
This was written because I want to express my feelings towards my abusive family and other people that have been no good towards my life
Mar 2016 · 423
my message to you
Hi, you.
yes you.
the one who is reading this ;)
do i have your attention?
good.
lets begin.
My message
to you
is to
stay strong.
dont let them shut your door.
guard the light.
be the light
own the light.
My message to you
is that
i love you
though i dont know you
i love you
because
you are
and always will be
human.
you cared to read this.
so
i love you
so much
and any day you feel like no one does,
read this poem again.
everyone needs a lift somedays. if this is you, well this is for you.
i love you!
thx,
Bleeding Diamonds
Mar 2016 · 335
inspiration
if you need help.
If you need support.
Then tell me your problems.
let me be an outlet.
I will be here for you.
i will stay with you when it feels like no one else will.
I was made for
YOU.
because you are special to me.
Even if i dont know your name.
But in time
If you give me the chance,
i will learn your story.
I will be your listener.
i will hear you out.
so just tell me your name.
tell me your story
so i can be your inspiration
tell me your story. If you want someone to talk to, please share your story in the comments below so i can help you/give you advise. please reshare so i can help out as many people as i can.
Mar 2016 · 474
breathe
4 words
i
want
to
breathe
Mar 2016 · 250
inspiration
if you need help.
If you need support.
Then tell me your problems.
let me be an outlet.
I will be here for you.
i will stay with you when it feels like no one else will.
I was made for
YOU.
because you are special to me.
Even if i dont know your name.
But in time
If you give me the chance,
i will learn your story.
I will be your listener.
i will hear you out.
so just tell me your name.
tell me your story
so i can be your inspiration
tell me your story in the comments, and i will help you out with whatever is happening. i want to help. =) just let me know and i will be here for you
Mar 2016 · 841
i am a screamer
i am a screamer.
I love the beat of the drums. I love the high pitched screams. I love my bands. but somehow i am not accepted. I wish people could hear the beauty in BMTH's lyrics, the real talent that people  just push aside because the performance is different. I scream. I know how to do what i do. and it hurts that so many people hate on the art. The music.And the reason is that "screamo" saved me
Mar 2016 · 175
Ghost
today i saw you
only in my mirror.
you wrote
me.
you spoke
to me.
you make me miss you.
you make me want you.
you make me cry.
i saw your ghost today.
i heard your cry, today.
It echoed through these walls.
Forgive me, countess.
For i have done you wrong.
I didn't listen hard enough.
Because you'll be back tomorrow.
Mar 2016 · 458
death is bliss
today i was thinking.
I was thinking about all that I've seen in the world.
I've seen evil.
Nazis, ******, KKK.
All of them wanting something in the world.
All of them killing. Hurting.
They are evil people.
Evil is inevitable.
Which is why I want out.
I want to leave this terrible place.
I want to go home with the lord.
Because i do not condemn sin.
But then i ask
is it real?
religion?
Sin?
Death?
Death seems so blissful.
Nothing can last that is good.
Thus my theory.
Bleeding diamonds.
Beauty doesn't last.
So if good things don't last,
can death really exist?
Mar 2016 · 1.3k
Brotherhood defined
Brotherhood defined.
A hero cannot be a hero without a little help. They always do better working together.  A boy’s gotta have a friend.
They say a man isn’t a man without a loyal person to back them up 24/7. Luckily, I don’t have to worry.
From our humble origins deep in the heart of summer, a certain friendship flourished from that awkward hello, and graduated to bear hugs and conversations deeper than anyone could imagine.
  advise. Much needed advise. The desire to hear his thoughts and the desire to step on stage with my best friend marched on. From looking deep into his heart only to see the pain that he knows so true.
and looking into his heart to see the pain and heartbreak that he has endured. But then I saw the smile that seldom showed itself.
You see, I can hear his voice from a mile away.      
and the phrase, “hey buddy!”, I know I can count a bear hug and much needed Attila time.
when the stars shine bright and the planets align there is no force on heaven or earth that is to be reckoned with his and mine
he’s the only one I know who can lift my mood up from an ugly 0 to a 10.5.
he’s everything as a friend, and more as a brother, as we go on this epic adventure together.
if sticking with this guy is wrong I don’t wanna be right
and when he’s around I shine in all light.   The only one who cherishes 115 and keeps it sacred
I mean, he’s the only guy I know that can recite every song with me, then go play black ops zombies for like a billion hours.
because as they say, the only way to survive a mad world, is to embrace the madness.
And when in this guy’s presence, I do not feel sadness.
  we both tumble deeper down the rabbit hole of brotherhood and then we teach the mad hatter and even the Cheshire cat about speed cola and quick revive even though it smells a bit fishy
Dempsey and Nicolai all day. He’s like a mystery box, cause you never know what’s next.. However, there is no teddy bear to take him away from me.  He’s here to stay…forever.
So to whom it may concern, no, we are not gay. That would make too much sense. No, he is my brother. He is a thundergun and I am a ray gun. Batman and robin.  Han Solo and Chewie. Sully and Mike. Bro’s for life.  
Where breakdowns are worth more than cash, and McDonalds is our ultimate getaway…yeah…I’d say…that when im with my best friend, life is pretty good.
when we are together, the memories start recording, I hear the “beep beep” and know that I’m bouts to lose mind with ‘dis guy. I’ve been through a lot. So has he. But we can always count on each other. Because that’s what matters, right? Bro we’re tight. Ready to shine the light. And raise hell in the night.
friendship is more than we give it credit for. When you find your best friend, there isn’t a better feeling. when the silence breaks, and your passion flies, you never know what might happen. From reciting our favorite band quotes, to rupturing our eardrums because we just had to hear from Attila just one more song. Whether its , “breathe in, breathe out”, or “The stars at night are big and bright”, and the soft ones like hey Jude.  When I feel like im in the dark, he’s able to lift my face, wipe my tears and tell me that the pain that certain man causes me is obscure. He can lift my spirits into freefall, and I feel the wind. The glorious wind. He’s there for me, and somehow I can see the portal of existence flashing before my eyes. The portal of friendship, lifelong friends deciding to collaborate on anything and everything. I wouldn’t rather have a different friend. From the time that the pumpkin king came on stage, and from the time he rang in my ears with the banshee scream. It resonated with me.
when we make it someday, and we’re able to say, “yeah, we made it today” then the stars will shine. The heavens light shall be seen. Let’s make this one count. Take a look around you. Each one by one. There’s a friend somewhere to be seen.  Find your friend. Make it count. Because they’re the one who’s gonna cover your back. Cry with you. Laugh with you. And yeah, probably fight with you.
there’s always someone you can count on, so take a look. Find your friend. And don’t think about it too hard. A friends a friend. Period.
The problem is, men cannot admit there’s a friend.
according to men, its gay to hug.
but the thing is, it shouldn’t matter what gender you are.
if someone wants to hug their best friend, then so be it.
True bothers don’t give it a second though.
because they are…we are…family.
Mar 2016 · 364
Dear Community
Dear community, I have lied to you.
I lie to you when I tell you that I’m okay.
I lie to you when I tell you that I’ve had a good weekend.
Dear community.
Maybe I felt that I owed you a happy face.
Or maybe I thought I owed you a simple laugh.
Maybe I wanted to be like everyone else and fit in like the last piece of a puzzle
Maybe I wanted to blend in, so I kept my true thoughts under a muzzle.
Dear community.
I wish I could tell you why.
But the truth is, I’m an average guy.
Maybe that’s not what you see.
Maybe it is.
But with every word I speak, I die.
The worst thing…the worst part of it all is hearing the voices.
They talk with a quiver, shouting at me.
They yell: Insults and lies as they dish out torture.
I wish I could tell you that the house I live in is not my home,
But I’ve grown to welcome the pain for it suits me well.
With every fist, every tear, comes a new revolution
Spurring up like a fairy tale
With no happy ending.
the sheath of fate.
The sword of pain
They hurt me like a gun shot wound to the chest.
Well my dear community, I wish you the best.
But as we all know, suicide is not the answer.
See, I’ve been inside a dark place for many years.
I know what its like to be truly afraid.
I know what its like
To be in a place that feels so ugly, so shifted.
I know what it feels like to say, “wanna see a magic trick? Watch me disappear!”
But I cant. And the reason is her.
She keeps me safe.
Her love provides a boat when I’m drowning.
She makes the light when I’m in the dark.
I love her MORE than life itself.
She keeps me alive.
But the other reason is my future.
I don’t wanna think about the things I might never see.
But once the fog clears I see the reasons to live.
Life is a powerful word.
It brings so much.
And if you’re anything like me,
You can’t stop crying.
But, child, pick up your face.
Bring yourself to feel again.
There is a light.
I promise.
I found that light.
Now all I have to do is reach it.
I will grasp it with all my heart.
With all of my soul!
I promise things get better.
So dear community.
I really should be thanking you.
Each and every one of you.
I want you to know how you saved me.
I want you to know how every smile I’ve seen here gave me hope.
What I am really trying to say is,
Dear community, thank you.
Mar 2016 · 852
Paradox
Paradox
One:  Pain
Two:  Fear
Three:  Tears
It all starts with pain,  
Just that one little word.
It starts with the very thing that’s kept us alive even when you know that there is no way out of pain.
Like the voice of the voiceless.
Echoing off the walls with a burning hate because no one would listen to them.
You see the paradox in happiness
It’s the seed that has been planted inside our heads ever since we were kids playing in the sandbox.
Everyone telling you, “smile, sit up straight. And…mind your manners.”
Our younger selves hushing our mouths when told. Us feeling happy without knowing what happiness really even was, because all we had to go off of was a sitcom TV show.  
It’s funny the world is crashing right next to our ear, and yet we don’t hear the devastation.
When the feeling of safety slowly vanishes into a house of harm.
When tears turn into fears.
Day turns to night.
People tell you everything is going to be okay, when you know it’s not.
The only way that you can escape is by plastering on a smile, but the smile turns to a lie, and with every smile you give, another scar begins to form.
Every tear that has been dropped forms into a demon, taunting us with regrets and insecurities, mocking us with a mist only to be seen by the wicked.  
And yes, it is scary when those insecurities grow to be everything you are.
Like when you walk, you wonder if it’s not the right walk, and when you smile, you wonder if it’s a crooked smile, even though it’s not.
And you see, everyone is fighting their own battle.
They are raising their swords high, only to get knocked into yet another grave.
They fight the brutal wars.
They endure the warfare of hate, and unacceptance.
And the worse thing is that some wars never end.
How can we not see how our actions take hold of everyone we talk to, because even when denial exists,
we all know that there is something that has us by the neck.
The cold days exist
and how are we expected to make it warm when isolation is so real, so cold
when we feel like every door has been slammed in our face.
Every single emotion is a paradox.
It always contradicts itself.  
The paradox begins when we all take the sigh of relief that was cursed.
That one breath that we were never meant to take.
The heaviness of the chest, as the heart thumps once, thumps twice.
The feeling of anger when told to get over it.
You know, it seems like everybody else has it all set, but do they?
The answer is that no one is truly okay.
Whether we want to admit it or not, we are all united.
We are linked by the pain that has gripped us into the fiery depths of the unspeakable.
We can hold the building that threatens to crush us by seeking the most unlikely of allies.
Because maybe you have differences,
but inside they have ghosts too,
that follow and torment just as well as you do.
They know the feeling of hosting a virtual party that only has one guest.
Yourself
And some days that is all that you think you have to help you.
Yourself.
However
“When you seek, you shall find.”
And as long as you can breathe a little longer, you can survive.
Once you can grow up to yourself and tell the demons to go back to hell.
Once you can put together the pieces, connect the dots, read the hidden lines.
Once you open your eyes and see pain.
Once you can give the voiceless a voice.
Then, and only then you can bring the paradox to a close.

— The End —