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 Jul 2015 Joseph Schneider
niamh
Words are like weapons
Can maim and tear
So in the heat of the moment
You must beware.

We are not rubber *****,
We do not bounce back.
We bear the scars
Of your scathing attack.

We come back changed
Though the change may be slight,
A little bit tougher
With a little more bite.

Stow your tempered words
Within their sheath
Or taste the sharp side
Of our teeth.
 Jul 2015 Joseph Schneider
niamh
I walk in a wilderness
Of raw emotion
And feral thoughts
Constricting my chest
In a relentless vice
Unique calls
Echo in silence
Turning me deaf
And the shadows
Assault my eyes
Hiding in the blind spot.
My mind is *****
And my body is ravaged
The hollow knock
On an empty box
And somehow
I am home
you would think
that if one is happy
they wouldn't consider
killing themselves

but I guess I'm just broken.

-r.y.s
I'm not fixable and I know it.
2:57 am
Welp
Guess what?
Sleepy time HP friends!!!!!!

(:
Nightie night night (::::::
Such grand numbers of soldiers
Marching In ashen houses:
Bitten asunder, On fire.
Gripping agony so pale
(With courage tested to no avail)
Simply lost in camaraderie
That surely contracts some vague
Displaced reaper,
(If not at you're back then at you're door)
Inquiring,
"What are you fighting for?"
Hopefully for something as great as the
Fire colored skies of my town and
For something as lovely as the girls of my town;
I carry my home wherever I go.

Divine discontent seeping from the pores
In a livid morning;
(Slowly turning, fireworks exploding)
A melted shore disappearing
Upon some drench'ed pier.
We lingered with honor and blisters,
Seagulls swoop In large groups watching
Us while we laugh.
Crept inside my tumultuous heart
And changed my mechanisms from
Sleek to sharp.
(It was like a chemical
Interacting)

Transforming experiments In
Pounding myself against coarse
Aggravated callings in my right ear-
And a tweeting bird of infinite shape in my left.
Am I naive?
I had spangled dreams centered on devotion;
Hoped to be ready to drink the poison
Through bleeding and sores;
Year to spotted year.

Slowly dragging heavy feet
Along some sinking, flooded street;
Glimpses of my face in quaint stamped windows and
Street signs squeak, pushed by a breeze.
Flashback!!!
Headed into the coal black,
Wanting to turn back!
(A buzzing hum, a swollen drum)
Bang, Bang, Bang!!!

Where do my nights go?
Rough yet supple-
Sublime and dismal.
Maybe a pill (or five)
Will help:
My medicinal soothing soap.
Whisper sun rays of hope
Through a distracted period of maladjusted
Fractured-like pieces
Cascading onward by buildings and buses;

Skyscraper mornings and light rail nights.
Then a Bang, a Fear, a Flight
Wandering and pondering...
Seemingly lost expressions
Of a fixed world, with fixed suspicions, and
Amused paranoid delusions
****** at you!
Suspended in a haste!
Desperate chase never fully acknowledged .
(Or even understood)
I'm under a hood trying to hide
Don't get weary of all the **** in sight
For in this place a
Scream or  paradise
Could be one In the same;
Convoluted via chemical surroundings.
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