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 Dec 2014
WickedHope
My skin is wrapping paper
I want to tear off

But I can't let you
See what's inside
So I stay disguised
As an ungly present
Imperfect and bulging

No one will open me
Christmas morning
Because I'm the nightmare
Before, during, and after

However I'm already ripped
And as you get glimpses inside
I don't blame you for running away
I'm the gift you don't bother returning;
I'm either passed around or thrown away.
 Dec 2014
WickedHope
Shh, don't tell
Shh, don't tell
Is what he says
As he puts me
Through hell*

I was so unafraid
And utterly brilliant
My peace was taken by him
Now my brilliant light is dim
I wish I could shine brighter, but it's too terrifying.
 Dec 2014
sun stars moons
Is this what depression feels like?
Is depression something you can feel like
or is it just       as is?
I'm not hungry and I'm always tired
and I can't pinpoint it.
Everything is barreling down on top of me
and I can't surface for a even minute of air.
I quit my job.
Drowning and collapsing
I feel like the world around me is getting smaller
and I only have
so much time to do so many things
but I can't      there's nothing
and yet           there's everything all at once.
Help me.
Guide me.
Show me the light
so I can run towards it      full speed
and never return.
 Dec 2014
Amber K
Just give me a reason to keep my heart beating...
Hey guys. I'm new here. Got introduced by a friend that goes by the name of "Kiyuki Ishida" on this site.
Check his stuff out btw
 Dec 2014
Dawn King
today is the day
when i come down
down all the way
under the ground

to meet the stuff
under my skin
to look at what’s real
hiding within

like some kinda street gang
they all hang around
“Fear” is the leader
he’s staring me down

right beside him his backup
**** thugs never quit
“Guilt” and “Envy”
starting their ****

i throw the first punch
ready to fight
when along comes “Anger”
and that blinding red light

i judge my tactics
not a safe bet
i’m attacked without warning
his name is “Regret”
 Dec 2014
Demonized Angels
My mind is a cage
It locks me within
It speaks of doubts and worries
It burns my skin and ****** my veins
My mind is a room
Filled with mirrors
One by one they list my flaws, fat, pale, emo
I tried to run, but I didn't move
My mind is a wonderland
It's a twisted place filled with secrets
My darkest thoughts lurk in the open
My demons ****** the innocent
My mind is my pair of wings
It sets me free and lets me fly
I soar over my problems with ease
My nightmares fade away
My imagination takes me strange places
Would you be willing to follow me there?
 Dec 2014
WickedHope
I hate how crazy I get when my thoughts multiply
I hate how angry I get when my thoughts multiply
Where am I supposed to go to save myself from me

Where am I supposed to go now that you've left me
Please let me open my eyes and see you again
Please let me once again feel your arm's embrace

Don't forget the girl who smells like paper and ink
Oops, this totally went in a different direction.
- - -
He ordered me Paper Passion (it's supposed to smell like paper and ink) for my sixteenth birthday.
He was the only one who remembered my birthday that year without being told.
God I miss him more than anything.
I'll always love you, Andrew.
 Dec 2014
S G
it only makes sense
that a girl who wants to die
should fall for a man who wants to **** her
 Dec 2014
Bobbie Leigh Nelson
So this is defeat.
This place in which helplessness and discontentment meet.
This off rhythmic step to a melancholy beat.

It seeps into the creeks where light once resided.
Confiding to no one the fears that I hide when shedding my tears in places pride cant thrive in.

Defeat.

This feeling that cant be beat nor destroyed.
This strong-force that makes all joyful things void.
In this world so dark and dim, I ask myself "where do I begin?"
How do I open the windows to my soul to shed the light in?

For it's harder than it seems... the fall of shattered broken dreams.
This place where self-destructive schemes and life's worn down seams meet.

Defeat.




*-Bobbie Leigh
 Dec 2014
WickedHope
Why do they distract me so?
One object makes me stare.
I'd decided to walk away from that ridiculous fantasy...
But that dream? What was that?
I'm not sure what way it swayed me last night,
But today, that change,
I just couldn't look away...
This was a terrible poem, sorry.
- - -
Prepare yourself for a long note-rant, because I haven't done one in a while:

So there's this guy, I write about him a lot, and I am very much so attracted to him, not in love with him but highly attracted to him. But after doing a lot of thinking -- I mean a LOT of thinking -- I decided that I should leave it alone mostly, because it wasn't going to go anywhere and I wasn't sure I really wanted it to. Then last night I had this really bizarre dream about him, it was part memory combined with other memory infused with desire. And... I was excited about an... opportunity with him that presented itself during this dream, but the situation instead sent me into a panic attack and then I woke up terrified and confused, more so than ever. I never dream anymore so that was really weird.

Then today he wore his glasses and he hasn't worn them in a while, and  I sort of have this thing about eyeglasses and when I snuck into this class he has with some other friends of mine, I couldn't stop staring, so yeah.

~And thus concludes the long note-rant.
 Dec 2014
Lin Cava
We all have our own monsters
whose daytime face is calm.
Who’s so serene,
as if a dream,
reality’s glare; stark.

We learn to live beside them.
Raise no undue alarm.
Work as a team,
within the scheme
of boundaries left unmarked.

In the compromise, our loss
unnoticed in the park.
But know the thing
that waits for you
Sits grinning in the dark.

Its yellow eyes gleam madness.
Its teeth are long and sharp.
It is a slice –
your own device –
come calling you to hark.

And when the long day’s over
You stumble through your door
It wants you as
***** donor
to silence its deep roar.

So keep on compromising.
Pat it upon its head.
Be safe by day –
beware at night
Until it goes away

Don’t hold your breath, awaiting
release of terror’s spark.
Just know the thing
that waits for you
Sits grinning in the dark.

Lin Cava©
Inspiration:  Harlan Ellison
Creative Commons Copyright
 Dec 2014
Marie Christine
sometimes
nightmares don't
end when
we open
our eyes
they only
become real
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