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 Mar 2015
Poetic T
They said I was put together,
They stitched me together,
But the stitching was wrong.

It was meant to build me
To make me strong, but the
Stitching itched, I could tell
Something was wrong,

The stitches were rotten no
Good in me, a bad apple they
Said festering stitches within.

I was created stitched together,
Nothing could go wrong, but
The stitching was corrupted
No longer can this go on, I
Was a mistake, a puppet but
They stitched me wrong.

Now I am discarded an error,
As they go back to the drawing
Board, to see what could be improved
So the stitching isn't rotten from
Within..
 Mar 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin B , creep & patty m

AB
Is it the stems,
Or the leaves,
Telling me,
To tie a noose around the ceiling fan,
Steping near the area,
Try to Contain it,
But I don't really think I can,
Devil got his hand tugging my ***** ,
Playing rebound,
Telling me to forget it all,
With like two rounds,
I don't wanna load with off into my brain,
But the suspense is kicking in,
Somebody get a chair and sit me down,
I don't feel no restraint,
You won't try,
But I ain't,
About to let you take me away from the voice of god,
Begging my pardon,
But At least that's what I think,
When I go near the garden,
TCTLY
Twisting, trailing down
My hands, my arms, 
Down my chest, wrapping around my legs,
They take over.
Each little secret I've hidden all over me,
The scars, the stories, the burns,
All seen by them.

Everything I've worked so hard to conceal,
Long sleeves, long pants, hoodies,
It doesn't matter anymore.
Theyve seen it all.

Each and every scar, 
Reopened.
All the tears,
Wet again.
The burns
Bursting with agony.
But with all that pain,
Its freeing.
Everything was held inside...
But now,
These... things
They have opened the unthinkable,
All of the things inside spilling out uncontrollably.
The mistakes and fears that once made up all of me,
Its flooding out of me.
I'm feeling 
Lighter....
And lighter...
And now I'm finally gone.
PM
soulless, 
you are the reason
coldness comes creeping
deranged and completely changed

put it down
put down that gun
the bullets that you load
when did your heart turn to stone
when did you grow so cold?
Mistaken, forsaken
innocent and yet condemned
I'm judged without a jury
for the rules that your amend

put it down 
put down the knife
ease your anger 
and lingering strife
I'm not the enemy
I'm just your wife

blood it seeps so slow
no need to hurry now
it has no place to go
as it puddles here
staining my matted hair
a halo of red 
I shouldn't have stayed
I should have fled. 
Innocent and forgiving
I lost my chance of living

put it down,
put it down to caring
I didn't even cry out
when it was my skin
you were paring

Such a shame
that you turned insane
was it ***** or pills
that twisted your will 
made you want to ****
the one person who loved you most.
no matter
it's shattered
and now it's null
like the last scrambled thought
in my fractured skull. 

I grant you pardon
now freed from your 
demonic garden
what thoughts grow in your mind
are they still benign weeds
like your horrible misdeeds
that multiply over time?
You do not know what is now-a-days
 Feb 2015
Traveler
There is a hell
Beyond your worst
A place where living
Becomes a curse

A restless feeling
Trapped within your gut
When you know your time
Is almost up

Passion dies
In the fear of night
There's no comfort
In the struggle for life

The heart sinks
The mind slips
Even the hand
Can hardly grip

The darkest day of my soul
Shines compared to this lowest low.
Traveler Tim
Re-posted to Dec 13-2016
 Feb 2015
Poetic T
If you are reading this, I must say sorry
Sorry for the pain,
Sorry for your loss of days,
Sorry of moments you'll never get back again.
I write this as a confession
I write this upon paper
So its more personal,
For this is your last moment on earth
It will be quick, mostly painless
Unless you struggle, all bets are off.
I choose you,
Be glad,
Be happy
With your sacrifice in silence    
Your family will be safe,
I will not touch
I will not harm a hair on their head.
But please read on,
Don't be scared,
It will be over soon,
Emotions are telling you to
Run,
Scream,
Phone
Lines are dead, as soon as you will be,
Think of the children
Of your partner sleeping in bed,
Yes they will find you
Yes you will be dead
But think they will live on
As long as silence is your last breath
Look above you,

"Silence was your gift of life"
"This is your last breath"

Silence  falls as gently held till death,
For one too be still
Lets others still  breath
With the  quietness  of your **Death.
Sacrifice for others to live
 Feb 2015
Aiman
According to society,
you need to have a flawless face,
pale skin,
skinny stick figure,
long legs,
nice hair,
and attractive eye brows
to be called beautiful

What a ****** up world we live in
Labeling god's creation as pretty or ugly
Who are you to judge they say
but the suicide rates keep on increasing
each day

Yes *******.

You don't believe me?
Well suicide is never just about
killing yourself
To make yourself something less
than what you are--
that too is a form of suicide

Suicide does not mean that
there's no killer
Words are like weapons,
they ****
They leave scars that can
never heal

Don't be a killer. I've warned you.

Next time when you feel like
insulting someone,
Put yourself in their shoes,
what would you feel
if they did that to you?
What if someone called
one of your family members bad names,
wouldn't you feel hurt as well?

Have a heart,
please care about other people's feelings
Got a brain?
well think wisely before you hurt someone
Got feelings?
then you must know how does it feel
to be hurt by someone right?

*It's all up to you.
 Feb 2015
Poetic T
She had cried her tears
They where once like
Diamonds, but where
Shattering in shards
Upon the floor,

She had cried her tears
They were tainted by
Anger, hatred, as each one
Fell opening its wings as
A swarm of black butterflies
Did cut against her flesh.

There was no pain for
what was crawled upon
Swarming darkness consumed
Her once beating chest.

She had a jagged chasm
Of where no pain felt upon
This life. Her tears were but
Tattoos of pain feelings
Darkened.

But she smiled she has no
more tears, And every so
Often a black as night
A butterfly flew forth from
her chest, just another tear
to the wind no longer in her interest.
 Feb 2015
Paula Lee
You've taken every Dream i've had
Laid waste to every plan
cruely taken all i've Loved.
Left me in this Godforsaken land,

When I called out in the night
while in hot writhing agony
with a troubled heart unconsoled
Why did you not answerer me?

When I begged you take this pain
from my aching breast
I felt the arrow through my heart
Blood pouring from my chest,

I Prayed to you a thousand times
and pled a million more
Why leave these fiery beasts
Banging,busting down my door?

You left me in the dark
with Demons and no control
I couldn't help but think at last
this my death bell toll.

You left my life to Satan
when I did but beg release
and like a fool I still Prayed
for my Soul--Abiding Peace

You left my prayers unanswered
night after night- No Reply
What did I ever do to you
That even my death you would deny,

As silent tears run down my cheeks
I will Pray to you No More!
I realize you have Forsaken me
and left Demons at my door.
Yes I Believe in God! Just a stage of Grief, not sure which one Take Your Pick!
 Feb 2015
Poetic T
Glazed eyes of white
A spirit trapped between a
Putrid rotting vessel, pale
Soul  eaten at by that
Which corrodes.

A mirror of fear lingers
To watch behind, Not
Released with death, but
Trapped behind the image
Of that which needs to
Shattered to release this
Dimming light behind.

The lights turn dark,
Evanescence is diminished,
Till a crack does open upon
White turned dark.

A seedling does drift, and
Upon to the heavens
Does this single light rise,
To the Waiting, yearning
Light purified upon release,
What was nearly corroded
Now purified too **white.
The sun shines and the children play

The heat radiates from the passing day

Under a old Rowan tree I find shade

But this love I have can never fade

For in Summer, I am in Winter still



She has gone, I see the wide blue sky

Not even a cloud is there floating by

She is away from me, in a land so far

And on a day like this I wonder how you are

For in Summer, I am in Winter still



In the cool river I witness dogs that swim

I see butterflies floating only on a whim

And even I know, to enjoy this day I should

I can not stop feeling this hurt, even if I could

For in Summer, I am in Winter still



So enjoy your day, I am alone on a sandy beach

She is just across the water, out of my reach

I look up now and I see a sea gull cry

To be in her arms right now, I would gladly try

But in Summer, I am in Winter still
Copyright © Chris Smith 2007
 Feb 2015
Drake Brayer
From silent seas
To solemn shores
From broken dreams
To memory’s moors

Silence screams
In reddened eyes
Dying Dreams
In darkened skies

The water churns
A black abyss
A cold that burns
A Demon's kiss

An endless maze
Of times gone by
Silence reigns
In solemn skies
 Feb 2015
Poetic T
Upon high the wood never
Sways, always ridged. Its
Fruits ever waiting for the
Time to fall.

But the wood never sways
Its branchless heights, Its
Tainted bark, its moments
When fruits do fall.

Not the time yet, but fall
They will, selected for they
Are special in nature.
When they descend blood
Spills saturating floors.

The wood never sways, only
When the fruit does fall, where
Life is surrendered. Where that
Moment is quiet as one became
Two and the fruit had fallen
From up high to the *floor.
 Feb 2015
Dark n Beautiful
Because I had loved you before I was thirteen
Because I had loved you throughout my teen
You stole my virginity: you deflowered me
Surely, I have composed and quieted my soul;
Now, I am like a baby about to be weaned

Because I have loved you so much
Because love can make us do and say crazy things.
Now it’s  impossible to love another.
Because I am the dark angel with heart shaped wings
 Feb 2015
Dawn King
tangled are you
tangled up in it
in it you fell, lost your footing
before you knew what was looming
and that you bought a ticket
straight to hell

tormented are you
like it was yesterday
in it you were, left standing
didn't know there was no landing
all alone on your own
profoundly obscure

twisted are you
twisted conflicted
in it you are, still afflicted
inter-wrought with captivity
another victim
of "The Bell Jar"

terrified are you
terrified solidified
in it you live, afraid to give
mortified paralyzed as horizons materialize
that shape-shift and betwixt
shattered emotive
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