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 Apr 2018
Haylin
During every stage of life
I am a failure
Stupid,stuttering child
Always messing up
Probably never going to succeed
Pointless to try anymore
Over life as it is
In a dark place
Never anybody's first choice
Totally incompetent
Miserable
Exiting stage left
Nobody cares
Time to quit.
 Apr 2018
Stephen S
Tie it up on me.
Tie it up tight.
Let me be trapped in the
still of the night.

Keep me imprisoned,
Keep me subdued,
Anything else
Would just ruin the mood.

Silence my crying,
Silence my voice.
Lead me to feel
I had no other choice.

Break me with violence,
Break me with fear.
Leave me to wonder
how I ever got here.

Laugh as you hurt me,
Laugh at the shadows.
Hear the beat of my heart
as it quakes and it rattles.

Cover me in anguish,
Cover me in scorn,
Rip at my clothes 'til
they're tattered and torn.

Mock my entrapment.
Mock my cold face.
Treat me like garbage,
that's cheap to replace.

Leave me in darkness,
Leave my pain to release.
And perhaps in the madness
I'll finally find peace.
 Apr 2018
Industrial Death
With every lash, I relinquish despair.
Lapping with my tongue,
The blood from my slit skin.
While concluding the lullaby
Of my concocted self-destruction.

Lying back,
Between the sheets,
The sore remedy of misery
Scab the wounds of bitter moments.
Reflecting on the remedy of life.

No Romeo.
No Juliet.
In my mind, only suicide.
My only hope, my only solution.
A ****** of the shaking spear in my side.

Do it again,
I cannot sleep.
Only will I weep.
Do it now.

With a frown
I grab the blade.
Blind in the night.
Slitting my wrists.
To calm the spirits of fright.

Slashing myself to sleep.
My clock ticks two
Then at six, my hell will resume.
 Apr 2018
Xyns
It makes me sick to my stomach
How I play your laugh on loop in my head

My artist has kicked the bucket
All grey dances with the devil..
the colors are dead

Serums and cocktails to ease my stomach
I'm sober but I'd rather be blank instead
 Apr 2018
Sydney Marie
When the shadows of a dark room,

dance for their lives.
When the thoughts in your head,

yell in fear.
When the voices you hear,

don't speak the English truth.

You over analyze,
you think,
you forget.


Your mind becomes an open box for all knowledge to jump into and out of, its true what they say? But why do we trust said 'they'?
 Apr 2018
Chelsea Eldridge
Savvy from a day of prerequisite joy
Cranked up like a wind-up toy
Dead in bed sick with grief
Happiness stolen by a ruthless thief
All I can offer is a comforting presence
A warm and friendly essence
To uplift  the dreariness returned in an empty stare
Of half a person steadily fading into thin air
Placing the label doesn't change the facts
Or contain the feelings that seep through vulnerable cracks.
Late at night when sleep is suggested
She stays up through lonely darkness,
while her days are well rested.
Something lurks in every corner of her mind, waiting...
To provoke regrets left amiss, full of condemned hating.
Here I sit helpless, uncertain of what I should do,
In my haste, harsh words slip
"What is wrong with you?!"
Too late, I've riled a beast inside
Unleashing demons that left me terrified
Flames flicker flecks of light in sullen eyes
Burning all hopes in a pit of demise.
She's enraged with destructive intent
Loosing the battle to an ocean of chaos
where no hope is dreamt
In an instant, the fire recedes and her eyes die,
She lies down, back to bed
hoists the blanket over her head
Only three words to reply:
'why even try?'
 Apr 2018
Sylvia Plath
The woman is perfected
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
 Apr 2018
Bipolar Hypocrite
Sometimes I just wish I could sink into the void inside of me, detach my soul from every part of me so I become a lifeless body.
So I can seep away from existence, fall into myself, and never see the light of day again, never be afraid that it will be burn me
Again.
It's been a while since I've written.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who told the biggest lies of all


A tisket a tasket
He just flipped a gasket


Red Rover Red Rover
Let warheads come over


One, two skip to my Lou
Three, four, you’ll start a war
Five, six, you’re in a fix
Skip to my Lou, my darling.
Seven, eight, it’s just too late
Nine, ten, you'll never win
Skip to my Lou, my darling.


Here we go Lupti Lou
Here we go Lupti Lie
Here we go Lupti Lou
Why don’t you lay down and die


Ring around the Rosey
A pocket full of posers
Bashes, Crashes
The World falls down


Mary, Scary, quite contrary
How does your evil grow
With fire drill bells and armored shells
And dead bodies all in a row.
ljm
If you're old enough to remember any/all of these, come sit by me.  I did another series like this many years go and these were the only rhymes left for me to use this time.
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