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 May 2015 Chaos
Ignatius Hosiana
I wish I didn't have these arms you scratched
This broken heart you deeply touched?
Imagine the idea of making no **** oath
If I wasn't given such a sincere mouth
What if I had no arms to hold you tight
Or I were an imbecile whose mind thought nothing right
What if I was a strengthless ******* who couldn't fight
Imagine I had no eyes to see you the day we met
If I hadn't taken that road that sealed our fate
If I was soul-less, if that makes some sense
And lived free of guilt without conscience
To walk out on every lady like you did to me
Imagine it was sold ,the much I'd pay to be so mean
What if I wasn't human to trip and madly fall
Or I had no mobile to helplessly answer your call
Imagine I was deaf to apologies or created without ears
Could I have shed these oceans of tears all these years?
Imagine I had no nostrils to master your fragrance
Or palms to get adicted to the softness of your ambiance
If I had a stiff neck which could never turn
Imagine, me without looking back the far I would run
Imagine love was already made and we hadn't made it
Imagine I could decide who charmed me, not fate's merit
Imagine I erasing all the sweet moments and enjoying the sour
Wouldn't my pride still be as high as the Babel tower?
Just take your time, take away my eyes, feet, heart, soul and mind
And see what I'd be, a dark lonesome beast of its kind
So as you're walking away and sending me into a trance
Imagine walking back and this time having no other chance
Thanks to all who have complemented through liking, reading, sharing and inbox ...I'll try to appreciate all personally, but where I fail to shake the beautiful hands of kindness in return, I hope this little message will do. xxxx much love
 May 2015 Chaos
niamh
Puppetry
 May 2015 Chaos
niamh
Much like a puppet on a string,
I let you tell me what to do.
How I moved, what I said,
were all controlled by you.

You painted a smile upon my face
so all who looked who would see
that we lived our lives together,
in perfect harmony.

But wood is not my favourit look
and so I cut the strings.
I wanted to walk all by myself
and longed to spread my wings.

And now the smile's not painted on,
but genuine, warm and true.
I stand up tall on my own two feet
and none of it's down to you
 May 2015 Chaos
josin137
Part I
 May 2015 Chaos
josin137
We use to say,
'Nothing can do us apart.'

In the end, **you did.
 May 2015 Chaos
ZT
Suicide
 May 2015 Chaos
ZT
As she was about to marry Death
Someone interfered
So she ended up marrying Pain instead


Since then,
Not even a single day passed that she had not planted tears on the ground.
She planted them with her own bare hands.
Her own bare trembling, frail, bone dislocated, muscle squashed up, ligaments torn hands.


Until the time came
When the tears she planted came to life
The land gave birth to Hurt, Sadness, and Regret.

She continued to feed them with her tears until she was all dried up.
Until it was time for harvest.

But it was not the three to be harvested,
it was her.

Her time has come,
the time she can finally met Death.

Hurt, Sadness and Regret were farmers of death.
Messengers, deliverer, bringer
of death.
They were tasked to harvest her,
and deliver the harvest to Death.

Hurt was first,
to strike her down with his scythe.
Delivering immense pain  in her already smashed up body.

Sadness took over,
putting her on a box,
memories started flashing before her
and in a spit second she relived her life.
Her mind not being able to handle this extreme phenomena,
it no longer was able to hold soul in.

So her soul left.
She was now being delivered to Death.

With a little bit of consciousness that remains, she asked

"Where is regret?"

So they answered

As you are about to meet Death, travelling to the void, we are to accompany you..   But his task is different..
Sadness and Hurt may be lost in the void, but never Regret..

Regret remains...

Regret is someone the void could not contain. Even the void could not eat him .
So he remains in this world as a reminder of your life. He remains so that a single bit of you remains in this world.

Yes, even in DEATH,
Regret still remains....
 May 2015 Chaos
Kyle Howard
I Am
 May 2015 Chaos
Kyle Howard
I am the mistake
I am the dead man
I am the truly hated one
I am the anger
I am the sickness
I am the loaded gun
I am the person
I am the monster
I am the one to take the blame
I am the guilt
I am the ******
I am the one who is insane
I am the self hate
I am the reason
I am the thing you don't intend
I am the struggle
I am the regret
I am the cold and bitter end
I am who I am
 May 2015 Chaos
Helen
I** am the sparkle upon the waves
only parts that are a whole
know that I twinkle in your gaze
you whisper to me untold
in less words that are bold
fragments are all that catch your eye
Shards of broken glass
of crushed moments and empty dreams
our solitary shadows are the past
existence is merely just a need
bleed wounds that would choke us
the cut needs to be deep
sunsets are beyond our hopelessness
lonely existence is beneath our lies
reprise just closed eyes
The down is a sentence given to me, across I see the beauty in those words :)
 May 2015 Chaos
kaylene- mary
Let the poets write with fractured wrists
And bleeding fingers
Let them utter through broken lungs
And splintered tongues
About a lover they once had
And how they tossed their voice in the ocean
Because of misplaced devotion
Let the poets sever the silence
That spills from the sheets you lay upon
Where passion is long gone
Now you're wondering if this constitutes as love
But you've merely forgotten that his skin
Is a pretty cover for the bones that rot within
*Let the poets love you
Agonisingly sweetly
But never as discreetly
 May 2015 Chaos
princessninann
I'm going to write
about my pain
I know
you'll not read it.
For it is
so much
unbearable
that reading it
gives you torture.

You'll want
to comfort me
to hug me
to encourage me
but you can't.
because I'm just
someone
you pity and
you really don't care.
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