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Eric Martin Dec 2016
******* I am ****** up
I'm sick and I'm dying
I'm lost and I'm sighing
I wish I could start crying

Every word you say is true
no one knows me better then you
I wish we could start a new
and you didn't think I was ****** up too
Eric Martin Dec 2016
How could you?
How could I know?
That you were lying
Did you not care how hard I was trying?

I warmed your head
I warmed you're bed
I mended your soul
How could I know?

I shouldn't have listened to your word
instead of your actions
Its so absurd
That I didn't see your different factions

How could I know?
How did you know?
That I was lying
Despite how hard I was trying

I played with your head
I ***** you're bed
I stole your soul
How did you let go?

I should have listened to your action
instead of your words
You warmed me with every reaction
how could I be so absurd?
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Darkness eclipse my sea
it wont let me be
I would do any
thing to be set free

Darkness eclipse my heart
it destroys all art
it will do any thing
to end what it starts

Darkness eclipse me soul
it won't let me go
its starting to be
the only thing I know

Darkness eclipse my brain
it dulls my pain
it keeps me alone
and insane

Darkness eclipse my life
It causes strife
the only way to end it
is with a knife
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Death I am you're son
Help me I can no longer run
my hearts become to heavy
I feel like I'm the only one

Farm my soul
Stop my weeping
give me peace
give me what I'm seeking

I feel you near
but I want you here
I want to feel the cold as I slip
and then your warm kiss on my lips
Eric Martin Dec 2016
I write a poem
I put it away so no one can see
I write a little poem
to take away a piece of me

When life becomes too much
and it wont let me be
When I have no one as a crutch
I write a little poem to set me free

I open up my mind
I let the words flow
and soon I find
I have a place to go

When you're heart is heavy
when you're skin is thin
if you show some one your little poem
then you can let them in
Eric Martin Dec 2016
I look in the mirror
I hate what I see
I want to be any body
as long as it isn't me

I dream every night
of spreading wings and taking flight
or jumping from some where high
and the rush until I die

My body has become a shell
To pay for every sin
it's become my own little hell
it hardens to trap me in

I hope I am a cocoon
I hope that very soon
I'll open up to new eyes
and fly into the skies
Eric Martin Dec 2016
What makes a good poem?
Is it that its long
Or short and sweet
If a few people like it, is that a good omen
Or should you be able to turn it into a song
Or should it be tidy and neat

Does it really matter
Does any one even care
If there is a good poem and no one is aware
Was it technically even there

I feel pretty empty
I feel pretty lost
I wonder if people feel the same
That they have to read these things so petty
At their could be idols cost
And is every one of us hacks to blame

Not really, it's a hypothetical shame
This is what writers block comes up with...
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