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And everything
Had happened
The way they promised
It wouldn’t.
  Oct 2019 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
  Oct 2019 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
mks
she is the heaven
you would go to hell for
  Oct 2019 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
Me
No more lies
or games
no shame taken
on

I am
what I am
and will
with no fibre of me
adjust
just to make you feel
better.
  Oct 2019 Kaleb Webb-Wheeler
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Yeah im done with this world and all thats around, its a game and frankly i aint proud, and i aint addicted, im convicted, hopefully self-evicted, im a *******, shove a knife in my neck, whats the bet i'd survive, just to be deprived of what you call life, im done, where's the gun, that sounds fun, BANG wheres the pain, im sure id fail again, this game is driving me insane, i have a car, maybe in it i can become a star, i wont go far, a trip to the local bar, then a bridge, a tree, a semi is all i wanna see.

i come across a though late last night, if im not here to bring you all hate, then who gonna complain, no more sook, so whos to bring you pain? if im not around you cant struggle in this game, im the reason your all in pain, it follows me around, like a pet, but in debht, its gets me aswell, regardless how much i retreat to my shell. it creeps in, it seeps deep, i ******* hate who ive become, im a ***, a suicidal mess, this i confess, help? **** that less its a knife through the chest.
Hmm... yeah
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