Can you help me get through the night?
.....Please

Where are thee my dearest friends

Who are in attendance during my days of fun

Right now I'm with villains cloudy sky and heavy rain

Please enlighten me, be my heroic sun



I looked at north, gazed at east

But seems I can't count even one

I searched south, glanced at west

But Lo! I see none...



1-11-2016

Mysterious_aries

I feel like i'm going crazy.**
The walls are closing in on me...
I can't breathe,
I can't think straight,
I keep having panic attacks.
I feel unaware of my surroundings
& who I am.
I don't want to live here anymore.
I want to move away,
I need to move away.
Maybe I should go live with my uncle,
my dad or just check myself into a hospital....I don't know
I just gotta get out.
I can't stay and live like this,
I feel under pressure and unhappy
.........

It's not a hobby. Be prepared to give your life to it.
Read, read, read: The more poetry you read now,
the better your's will become.
Don't quit your day job. No one ever got rich writing poetry.
If you are seeking fame or to get laid,
there are obviously easier methods.
Ignore criticism, unless it is useful, and even then be wary.
Consider: Your feelings do not constitute the universe;
your love life may not be all that interesting.
Write every day. Don't wait for the Muse.
She is a fickle ***** prone to take random vacations.
Forget originality. It will paralyze you.
Write like a ******. That's what poets are.
Look forward to embarrassing yourself.
Say it in the fewest, best words.
Nothing is easy. Be prepared to burn for it.
Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts.

~mce

What you love best
will **** you
and you will smile
as you die.

  ~mce

→→→→→It doesn't matter←←←←←
             What                       you
           Do in                            life
          And                 ­              death
         And       inbetween        them;
         At            the end             of the
          Day       the wheels        keep
           On                                 going
           Round                         and
               So the                wheels
                  Just keep turning.

I've been thinking to much... someone help me.*
My mind is going crazy.
Everytime I stop thinking,
my demons attack me and
the silence kills me.
My thoughts leave scars
on my heart...
I can't prevent it from happening,
i'm a thinker
....I think to much

i slept with scissors on my bed
just to see.
to wake up in a new cut.
just to see
if danger is a true concept
if a surprise is something real.

i did sleep with scissors on my bed
because i have a tendency to move around a lot;
just to see
if the blade would try to kiss my rib
to quiet me down;

just to see
if fire really burns;
just to see
if what runs inside my veins
hasn't disappeared yet.
what i saw
was that it is better to sleep with scissors
than to wake up by my own.