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Rebel Heart Jan 2018
A mystery
They called me
Wearing a million different faces
Wearing a million different smiles

A lost soul
They didn't see
3561 miles away from the one place I was half-real
3561 miles away from the one place I half-smiled

Mile 1
I'm drowning within myself
Slowly, silently, secretly
Constantly wandering
Trying to find that broken girl
Who never had a childhood
Trying to escape from the skeltons
Thrown in the depths of the closet
Long before I could even spell my name
Now 3561 miles away just to make sure they don't rise up again

Mile 147
I'm suffering in the hospital
There was always something wrong with me
I always deserved this pain
If only I could get rid of it myself
If only... If only...
If only
And so I tried.
Every time the darkness swelled up
And gripped my throat, i tried..
But they called me crazy
Not broken
Not hurt
Not upset
But crazy...
Crazy because i tried
Now 3561 miles from all those who labeled me insane

Mile 836
My fight with life and death
Because I forgot what living was
Long before I blew out 4 candles on a tiny cake...
Because death wouldn't embrace me
Death would torment me instead,
Cursing me to forever stay stuck living
Somewhere between the brink
Of life and death..
And so I finally took matters into my own hands...
Not sinfully but sensibly, the odds forever against my favor
But health is just relative and my body already a mess,
The brain I counted on slowly dying out
My future that once smiled upon me
Now nothing but a faded curse
Now 3561 miles away because I somehow survived
3561 miles away because I kept surviving

Mile 2451
Everyone was fed up with me
I was a burden living or dead
No place for me in either realm.
I breathed through the cracks of reality
And packed my bags to live in an illusion
So that life wouldn't catch up to me ever again
Now 3561 miles away and I can finally breathe again
3561 miles away yet no closer to living nor death

Mile 2915
I'm overthinking things through
Like all these loose ends, broken hearts, and you
Because nobody cares unless you're rich or dead
And I was both of those yet neither
And those who saw through that were but a few..
A living paradox was my life
Almost an adult, give it 6 more days
I'll never tell you but I'll be gone before that fated day
Your memory of me gone quicker than that
Because I left once before and I should've never come back
But I'm glad I did
Now 3561 miles away and I know you'll do better without me
3561 miles away you would've been better if I never came back

Mile 3428
I'd forget everything about my life
The demons I kept pushing down would resurface now and again
But only as whispers of ghosts still haunting bits of the past
There's so much I still don't remember and yet,
I'd never forget you and everyone else I left behind..
I'd always wonder what'd happen to you
I'd always wonder how fine is fine..
You say I should be tired of running away
Don't worry, this time I'll be gone for good
The name I wanted everyone to remember
Will disappear under the tides on the sand
Never to be brought up again but by ghosts
And when you're old and grey
And happy and free
Don't cry remembering me as someone who died too young
Because I was old, grey, and torn at the edges
Far before I became a ghost myself
Now 3561 miles away from anyone I ever was
3561 miles away from anyone I could ever be

Mile 3557
I realized you knew me too well
I'm regretting everything before it happens
Because there was never enough..
Never enough words to tell you everything I could
Never enough time to tell you everything to tell
The letters slip and get lost on the tip of my tongue
Because you thought I was stronger than this
But I've been falling apart since the beginning
Crumbling slowly under the pressure of it all
Crumbling under things I never told you
And things I couldn't burden you with
Now 3561 miles away with things that I'll bury with me
3561 miles away because forever is a fantasy

Mile 3561
This is it...
Or so you think
Where my old life and new life collide and blend
Where I can forget everything and move on...
Though we both know that's not true
Because these masks melt under the moonlight
And these smiles stay forgotten under the glimmering stars..
As strong as I want to be,
As many times I change my name,
I'll never be able to cover up these scars within..
I'll never be able to forget the few who’ve cared
(I can count them all on one hand)..
And I'll let you in on a little secret-
The countless nights that threatened me with my own life,
I'd breathe in the universe before it swallowed me whole
And breathe out as I count those names on my one hand
Over and over
And over again
Over and again till my mind found sanity
Over and again till the sun found a grip on the sky
Over and again till the darkness inside me crept back
Into the broken cracks in the edges of my mind..
So go ahead and tell me,
Tell me how I'll forget the memories we've made
I've lost a lot of them but not the important ones
Tell me how I'll find someone new
Nobody could ever replace you
Tell me how much you miss me
Along with everyone who seems to care
Because time will change and people come and go
We're merely shadows floating around with no purpose
We come into people's lives only to fade out to some other
But despite all that and everything else,
How could you ever think you didn't mean anything to me?..
Because now I'm 3561 miles away,
Tired, broken, fed up
I'm 3561 miles away
Shattered, crying, torn apart
I'm 3561 miles away
Stuck writing something
That'll never reach you-
At least until
I'm 25,300,000,000,000 miles away for good
My closest friends became my family but I guess I was just cursed with family issues forever because I lost them too..
Dedicated To the few people I consider better than family- I wish you knew how much this hurts- and to one of my best friends who was there when I started to think I'd never open up to anyone again and who wrote the original piece of this poem- you were always meant for better things.
This has probably already become too long but you know me I keep everything buried deep and when the world sleeps I finally find it in me to write out some of these useless emotions.
I wish I was better with communication but all my words were ever good for were closet poetry and songs written to never be played... words I spill onto the walls of my empty room in the back of my head that I re-paint over because I'm a mess and maybe I always will be but if I never see any of you guys again I'm sorry because you were the only ones who ever got a peek into that room I try to so desperately hide and accepted me for it all...
I'll always regret never knowing how to show how much I care


(RH just unlocked a whole new set of poetry that I just saw and I'm excited to be sharing all these newfound words to share with all of you guys. Most of these have pre-written messages and I don't intend to change a single word from anything written. It seems I might be permanently taking over this account for her but all work published will solely be hers. Thank you for all the support from everyone so far and happy writing! ~BM)
You can hear them if you listen
When the wind blows in the night
The people who once lived here
Who are gone now, out of sight

The buildings, many shuttered
Housed ten thousand at it's peak
Now empty, vacant, skeltons
Once vibrant, now, so bleak

Silver once was mined nearby
Thousands flocked here for the chance
To strike it rich, be wealthy
Uninvited to the dance

For all that comes with promise
The devil comes as well
With money comes temptations
As the small town starts to swell

Business and homesteads
Spring up where once was none
Lawlessness is rampant
The law is by the gun

Saloons, hotels, and harlots
Soapbox preachers, grab your purse
We all cannot be winners
That is just the boom towns curse

Like a zephyr in the desert
A boom town changes in a flash
Prosperity will vanish
And so does all the cash

The boom town dies as quickly
As a flower in the snow
Scattered now back homeward
With nothing left to show

The earth takes all she's given
The buildings may still stand
But, the mines are all now empty
There's no value to this land

Listen to the voices
The wind let's them sing out
You can hear them in the darkness
That's when the locals all come out

A ghost town is a relic
It shows the best and worst of man
So, listen to the wind now
Hear their stories if you can
I found so many things
when i finally decided
to clean out my closet,

Things that I had completely
forgotten that I had,
I don't even remember,
to this closet,
making each deposit.

I found boots
that were made for walking;
still brand new!
They were never
given the chance
to walk all over you,

Only because it's not something
that I, myself, would ever do!

I found my
Little Red Riding Hood cloak,
I found my basket too!

I found so many things in there
that I never really outgrew.

I found some old skeltons
hiding in there,
And some secrets
that I once felt
I had to keep,

I decided
to finally set them free;
I'll just tell everyone
that my closet
sprung a nasty leak!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
taijarea darius  Oct 2013
eyes
taijarea darius Oct 2013
How beautiful .
Your eyes I mean.
they can see the real and right past the fake.
Your eyes dreamy.
yet looking in them all i can think of is thoughts of lust.
Must you look at me that way eyes that say come ****.
How seductive.
Are you from a island ?
can you tell me.
where?
so I can meet a girl that has eyes just like them.
Well boys and girls wonder nomore I'm from a place like heaven where the sun never stops shinning and the waters warm. Where woman are queens draped in jewelry.  
Animals run freely.
But don't be content .
I'm homeless when there's no one to look upon .
That's when days grow long and lonely.
See I'm a strong believer that eyes are the window to the soul.
So lets gaze into each other eyes until there is nomore secrets, read me like an open book but as you turn the pages make sure your gentle.
you might just see my Skeltons.
**** it we all have sinned.
But unlike you I don't care who sees them.
Pepper Gomez May 2012
Ive seen it so many times yet seldom did it ever strike me as now.
Empty with a overgrown lawn a relic still standing despite the new surroundings that seemed to lose
all character every single day.

And from it's view I can only imagine it's thoughts.
Time has all but passed it by thoose once filled rooms now skeltons of a aftrethought.
Now only mice seem to keep silent witness to what should never be again.

Now memories are but dust buried like some old pet apon the lawn when none are left to remember
did we exist at all?
Strangers pass blind as a erased thought only lingers in the air like smoke cast in a empty bar.

A tree were underneath they sat summers washed clean by storms taste of another long winter
does give yet another chill to my trouble.

I see it everyday yet never understand how oit still views me.
Empty halls match empty minds that house reminds me of a mirror.
It only reflecs my own true thoughts.
Sarah Michelle  Oct 2010
bad acid
Sarah Michelle Oct 2010
the graveyard is humming quietly
as I sleep in the shack nearby
the headstones shiver with the cold boulder breeze
vibrations shoot from my feet up my spine
I can hear them tossing in their sleep
he pulls me closer
he hears it too
he is frightened
my dauntless man quivers
I close my eyes
the world around me crumples
like a wet newspaper
a dead man appears by the door
rips out my throat with his rotting teeth
surrounded by what is left of his bloated and putrifying skin
he is screaming
I have brought your halo! you are no longer young
and I may touch you as I please!
he is breathing fire from his nostrials
spewing words that I can no longer comprehend.

I am infinity!
I am the freedom that is death!
I am a closet filled with skeltons and other atrocities!
I am coming down really ******* hard!

I open my eyes
beside me still
he breathes quietly
over the sounds
of the graveyard humming
Tara  Jun 2018
1,000 Piece Puzzle
Tara Jun 2018
All puzzles you have need to be solved
Some pieces will never be found
My mind is a puzzle
Each night it falls apart
Sometimes I don’t put it back together
The pieces collect cobwebs
I’m broken but I don’t want to be fixed
One day I’ll open up the Skeltons
I’ll spend hours trying to be “together”
My 1,000 pieces
Always missing more each time
I’m scared the day I’ll loose all my pieces
...
Taylor Rothanzl Jul 2013
Skeltons of houses once loved dance away,
Piercing in and out of view by the trees,
Which fill and grow from the life given.
Breaking down the body in whole.

Given by life now buried underneath.
Life that had a name, a face, a family.
A person who once thought more was out there,
And fell beneath it all to let it grow.
LKavanaugh Jul 2020
The house grew arms
Reaching beneath the broken floor boards
Screaming behind the panel walls
That were themselves begging to be lifted
From their own place
Teeth began consuming me
Bite by bite
Before swallowing me slowly
I watched
Morality disappear into the fog
That once revealed
My home
©LKavanaugh
Ode to the peak of my addiction
PQET  Mar 2019
Riptide
PQET Mar 2019
I was scared of skeltons that I saw on TV
I was scared of heights, or falling from a big tree
I was scared of getting lost
or losing my whole family
Obvlious
to everything
outside
Living with
the fear of
what will happen when I die?
So I
just accept the fact
that
we don’t know anything
I just want to wake up
from this ****** dream

— The End —