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Hurt people hurt people ...

The realization of it is the brutal part.

Letting go is the hardest part ....

To know when ?

Is the answer

Your heart still dwells on.
Hurts
I love you in silence yet it echoes so loudly
Wishing to drown this but I love you profoundly

Empty promises to hide my insecurities
You'd still be here if it weren't for my ambiguities

At least now I know what those songs speak of
When the artists sing about lost love
the songs we sing
are nothing but notes;
just knots in our chests,
melodies in our throats,
that ache to be heard
that yearn to unknot themselves
from our vocal chords
from the symphonies
of our thoughts.


Nov 30, 2015 8:34 pm
 Dec 2015 Joshua Green
Nigel Finn
Words are harmless, so they say,
That's where the problem starts;
Sticks and stones
May break our bones
But words will break our hearts.



Words are harmless, so they say,
And point you to their charts;
It's harmless fun,
No damage done.
But... Who will mend our hearts?



The x-rays show no damage
Where words have scathed across,
But it still feels hard to manage,
And leaves you at a loss.



Words are harmless, don't complain,
That's where the problem starts.
It's quite absurd-
A single word-
Enough to break our hearts!



But words are harmless, they maintain;
The subject of their parts,
No less or more,
So let them pour
From all our broken hearts
“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts” is a quote I have stolen directly from Robert Fulghum.
In my defence, he'd already stolen half of that quote himself.
There's still an empty space
          where there should be a heart
From all the words you used,
                 hoping to tear me apart
There's still a giant ****
           in the back of my spine
From the knife you stabbed
        while looking in my eyes
There's still all these holes
                      in my chest
From the shotgun trigger pulling
              when you left
 Dec 2014 Joshua Green
axr
reality
 Dec 2014 Joshua Green
axr
Darkness fuses itself in me
All I hear is
Distant echoes
and a faint bittersweet symphony.
'Save us! You're the only one who is near.'
They seemed harmless
I obeyed them and let them became my biggest fear.
Soon I realised
There are people trapped in my head
I sit by myself
and watch my insides melt.
They tend to grow stronger every second
they often say
'All we ever wanted was to fill you with lies

Scream to your fullest,

there's no one to hear your cries.

I think I made my point clear

We lied

Look a little bit closely

We are your monsters that came to life.
'

My mind is a dark room
Where the silence is deafening.
To there torture,
I am mute
Trapped in a beautiful yet ugly world of illusions
I don't see reality
for all I know its a pure tragedy
They say reality itself is an illusion
Is my life an allusion?
This anxiety explodes like glass
leaving behind unforgettable scars.
I maybe delusional
I am no perfection.
I don't know when, how and what changed me.
For what I believe is not reality
Look past your lies
its a pure tragedy.
I wrote this after reading Gena Showalter's Intertwined where the protagonist hears voices in his head. I do not know anyone with Schizophrenia, just making use of my poetic freedom
 Dec 2014 Joshua Green
i
reality
 Dec 2014 Joshua Green
i
open your eyes,
little girl.

look around you,
the world is not what it seems to be.

you are being lied
and tortured by the cruel world
which has not been aware of your pain.

nobody knows,
the real you,
except me.

and,
i genuinely hope,
that it stays like that.

only you and i,
in the real world,
alone.
As you draw the knife
Ready to take their life
I sit and ponder
As i dream way past yonder
While you're watching your best friend die
You're screaming out your mournful cry*
I'm reading about being twirled
Without a care in the whole wide world
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