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mindovermatter Jan 2016
Loneliness is dangerous. It's addicting. Once you see how peacefull it is, you don't want to deal with people.
  Aug 2014 mindovermatter
Sylvia Plath
the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull

and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation

I would not remember you

or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of these

and in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky and treetops

a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight
mindovermatter Sep 2013
Twisted sound in the morning light,wish i had home,sleeping in a pillow tight.
But it is gone with the dusty night,sleeping voices are lost in fight.
What are those burning eyes,crying of pain and full of lies?Am I loosing my faith in love?Do I start to forget you,Love?Only silence fills my soul,cuz it must.
The knife was you,the holes are the dead feelings.You killed it all,I try to find anything but it just ain't givin.
A new angel stole my heart,he replaced your soul...I feel his burning skin and flesh inside..
Inside they fill me every night.What is wrong,I don't know.Without a reason I stopped loving you somehow.
This angel did not love me-he can only own me.His heart was so frozen..I told him I love him,but he just smiled and left the words unspoken.You,dark,mysterious shadows,felt in a dark hole.
Are you there?No,you're not.You escaped from my heart.Once and for all I built the wall between our guilt,and now we sink in silence..
mindovermatter Sep 2013
This is a poem I wrote looking out my window this same evening in autumn I think I was just feeling a little lonely..

Life, it passes by outside the cold chained window
As I stare out into the light, out of my lonely dark corner
My eyes burn a little, I don’t mind though, I’m used to the pain life brings me
It has grown to a dull itch rather then a perching pain

It has been made null and done in by the pain my heart brings me
For the love of my life, the one who lied about his feelings,
He, he has ripped it out of my chest, painfully and slowly
Taking his time and plotting each and every single step he shall take

To make me suffer more then I should
I see a copal, and how cute they look together
But then I look into her hims’ eyes and see, I see what I saw in my hims’ eyes
I shan't worn her for tiz her own petty fault as was my own when my "incident" happened

I’m not mad at him, I’m sure he couldn’t help it, it’s just one of those unfortunate inconveniences
I hope it was anyway, even so I’m not mad, it was my own fault
So as happy life goes on outside my cold chained window
I watch and wait to see all the unsuspecting victims who will end up like me
But they’re different, they think they’ll have someone to blame
mindovermatter Sep 2013
When you feel lost in his eyes,better stop looking at them or else you'll just be lost in the middle of nowhere,calling his name,waiting for an answer which will never exist,you'll just be standing empty,seeing only a picture of him.Like a scar for the rest of your life,hearing his voice in someone else..

— The End —