Numbness flows like icy blood through my veins
Consuming my feelings and overwhelming my brain
But could it be worse than the most searing pain?
It’s like the dark night chasing the light from the sky
It stops you from seeing, it makes you go blind
It may seem a good thing but could it be a lie?

The Heartbreak Hotel

(Poem by Serenus)


…Where you check-in

Whole-Hearted

But you don’t check-out

In the condition you started



It’s simply heaven

When you walk through the lobby doors

But hell becomes apparent

When reaching the highest floors



Where a bride and groom

Enters a beautifully decorated room

Flooded in misery

Dripping in gloom



They floated in on a cloud

But the rain came

And they separated

So not to drown



Empty King-Sized bed

With tear- stained pillows

Blind to the outside world

No light, no widows



Countless visitors come

But their story is the same

Hopelessly in love, then…

Earth shattering pain



You are guaranteed

Not to enjoy your stay

Because the love of your life

Will surely go away



Where a deliciously decadent

Love goes stale

Dreams go to die

And faith goes to fail



Remember.. No refunds

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No pets allowed...


Welcome to The Heartbreak Hotel

The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.

She calls me dumb,
Says I'm nothing but a worthless ****.

She pushes me around,
With words,
And hands.

All the love that she once poured into me,
Well she's taken it back.
Leaving me hallow inside.
Hating myself,
The world,
Her.
I guess I shouldn't be angry,
But then
I wouldn't be living up to my mother’s names

I am dead.

My legs are broken
And my mind has betrayed me.

I
Cant
Move.

I hear the screaming.
Loud
Horrible
Torment.

I try to make it stop
But still

I
Cant
Move.

I rip my eyes open,
The air is acid.
Time is rushing through
My disoriented state
Wasting,
Wasting away like
I am.

My lead arm strains
And my lips groan
As I reach
Reach
To stop the torment.

Quiet.

The stomach rises and falls.
The fingers move,
The shoulders roll.

My left knee bends as it
Battles over the precipice.
The right grudgingly follows

My dead body spasms
I scream,
I expand,
I unfold,
I get out of bed.

Sit back and Watch
The magic of Deaths Dance
The ladies skirts
Sway while as they walk
All the men stare as
They draw closer
Soon they clash in an
Airborne romance
Twirling around
Way up high
The night sky
Welcoming them back
Swinging and Bowing
Their shoes tell their stories
Till light breaks
The dance is over
They bid each other
Sweet goodbye
Tomorrow they will be back
To dance and play forever more

Bare your teeth
Keep feeling hidden
Bury them beneath
Away from prying eyes
Plead to be free
From the harmful cries

you are a pause

you are the second
before the air raid
an anticipation so loud it's deafening

you are the stillness, the static,
pins and needles between lightening
and thunder. 1. . . 2 . . . 3. . .

you are the heartbeat, last blink
separating bullet and flesh
crescent cuts bleed from empty hands

you are red lights. stop
knuckles white through a
raindropped windshield

you are elevators
early morning coffee stains
shifting eyes. look away.

you are the dead air
on a faraway radio station
bent antenna. turn the dial. silence

you are the needle
on that half broken phonograph
sidling arthritically away, back to sleep

you are the skip a beat
nervous lip bitten hesitation, envelope stamped
staring into the letter box. just let go

you are punctuation. . .

you are the hyphen
splitting words in two
leaving lonely nothings on different pages

you are 0:00

you are the force that
draws our eyes together
if only for an instant

Call me naive...
as a girl who pricked her thumb
from a rose that was given by a careless boy...

I do not remember why I know so much...
or maybe I do, I just have chosen to hide them.
oh the glory in not knowing...

I will not lie to you...
because that would be foolish of me
there is a difference between sharing all, and sharing some...

But it is wise to understand...
that we cannot be naive forever
and the more we know seems to hurt us...

Oh how I wish I were still naive...