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Pauline Morris  Jul 2016
Shadows
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
Like a tree in the night I am the shadows
Forever an image froze

I'm just a mirage
Decked out in camouflage
A black silouet against a sea of gray
The drakness conceals the decay

Bending under the weight
Of this darkest fate
For I've tasted the sorrow
Of every single tomorrow

Watched the moonbeams resistance Against the darks existence
The star's twinkle in denial
But the darkness has been there all the while

And I ...... I am only shadows
An image froze
Pauline Morris Feb 2017
Like a tree in the night I get lost in the shadows
Standing here waiting my turn at the gallows

I'm just a mirage
Decked out in camouflage
A black silouet against a sea of gray
The drakness conceals the decay

Watching the moonbeams resistance Against the darks existence
The star's twinkle in denial
But the darkness has been there all the while

Consumed by years of agonizing pain
I don't consider myself even close to sane
Digging through life's haystack to find that proverbial needle
My search is methodical but the results are feeble

So I'm beginning to bending under the weight
Of this wretched life, this darkest fate
For I have already tasted the sorrow
Of every single one of my lifes tomorrows

Once a mighty warrior full of hope and fight
All that remains is poison tainted veins from life's snake bite
So here in the crushing darkness I stand and wait
Hoping the executioner, my years will soon abbreviate

©Pauline Russell
aviisevil Sep 2020
home is where the heart is, but what if the heart is broken and lost ?

what then, when there are no roads and no pathways, but a forest with naked trees, and with barely enough sunlight creeping in, to make out the void that surrounds us at all times.

what if a mind does not require a body anymore ?

where do we go from there ?

questions pierce my conscience like an asteroid hitting earth traveling at a thousand miles per heart beat,

evaporating any sense of belief or religion that existed in the deepest corners of my being, resembling a fire that even sun is afraid of --

what if the answers never come ?

what if everything ends before i can wake up, before i have the urge to do something worthwhile with my dreams and fears,

i can build castles in sand and bury my doubts in tiny rooms with tiny beds, but never escape this impending sense of doom that has made a circus in my veins, always to and fro the axis, as i wait for the silence to scream from across the ocean, i guess i'm still waiting for somebody to say my name before i forget how to think,

and i'm still thinking of various ways to end this train of thought and perhaps i'll jump off at the next station, i can see myself from afar howling at the wheels of my suffering for taking a turn for the worse,

it's better if i leave this room before it devours me, i have so much to think and so little room to sit idle, it's as if the walls are suffocating me for fun, every brick vibrating like the bones in my body, trembling in a careless rhythm --

and it feels as if i can never escape from this sadness that has made a nest inside my hollowed body, i am but a step away from breaking down in little brittle pieces of absolute nothing,

i'm so close to being scattered, of crying rivers and oceans of my solitude and misguided birth, but i never do, i never let the rain **** the storm --

i never let the blues paint over the rotten reds, and greens and everything that does not come with a colour,

i enjoy my drakness alone, and i make peace with the ghosts those dance around us when nobody's looking,

i swallow my screams until i'm drowning in my own sorrows, my eyes in a horrific trance, watching the atoms destroy each other a billion times in plain sight,

it kills me that nobody bothers, nobody cares until they're dying, with unrelenting sadness at all times breathing down their necks, ready to bite and drain away the lesser world.

why life when there must've been so much before ? -- i wonder in disguise of madness and tame melancholia, ruined by man made conditions and nefarious activities of the restless and unkept,

and yes, i'm talking about you too, about us, about the gods that live in palaces made of rejected prayers and songs,  

i'm talking about memories, slowly decomposing into dead skin and dusty old book shelves that harbour nothing more than old age and forgotten fingerprints fading away even though the arms of the clocks on the unraveled walls have stopped moving, and the time has stood still peeking from outside the window, waiting for somebody to draw the curtains.

in the cold gloomy room where i've sat everyday for days to come, i sit even now paying attention to every detail, with empty promises and smothered dreams, with voices that echo across the many places inside my mind, buzzing with words that change with every step, and no matter how deep i crawl there'll always be something on the outside that just doesn't make sense.

i wonder if that's how people feel, otherwise it'll be harder for me to explain when i'm done talking,

i'm always breathing the fumes of whispers and stories that people radiate, walking room to room, traveling in circles, and in straight lines that never deviate to accommodate any other shape, reason or thought, always blind to the things passing us by, never turning to see if there's more than what greets the eye when you're looking for something out of place.

perhaps that's why we never leave our souls and wander about in the world of ghosts to see for ourselves if there's more than what we think there is, always believing to choose the lies instead of the truth because we were taught not to be real in this binary world where being out of the box means you're exposed,

that's when i wrestle with the man in the mirror, strangle him and complicate him, abuse him and starve him, carve out his body in my own, paint over him until all that i see, are my eyes peering into my soul, telling my mind that my thoughts have died a sudden death and all there is, is an echo that keeps fading away whenever i remember i do exist, and this is more than just reality, and i'll be better off without my own company,

who am i ? three words that keep me from ending it all, i hope there's no answer.
I'll try to explain what I cannot.
Lori  Nov 2018
A letter to my God
Lori Nov 2018
You walked me through the drakness your hand in mine, and protected me from the devil, let your light shine.
Lord you have saved me, took me in as your child, and now with my faith i have reconciled.
Your arms of comfort always around, and i am finally safe and sound.
You have never been less than what is more; you are more than what we deserve, more than what we ask for.
I am blessed to be accepted by you our God, even though i am heavily flawed.
For even if one is a sinner, your strength is always within her.
And for that i humble myself before you my lord, you're the purest treasure humans can afford.
And finally I sit hands together eyes shut, asking you to do what humans cannot.
Forgive me and my friends for our oblivion , and take us in into your heavenly kingdom
AMEN
michael mcAdam Apr 2014
each tear is like a razor cutting my arm
each day apart is a coffen for my heart
ever time she is mad it melts my heart and replaceses it with drakness
ever time she laughs it makes my high
i just wish i could tell her this
instead of crying
cristina i hope you find out about this but i am to scared to tell you my self
Md Iqbal Hossen Apr 2018
Electricity has gone just few minutes ago.
I am sitting in the room along with darkness.
Some crickets are singing around me.
Sudenly, I looked at my window
The tree and its leaves remain silent
As if they were not in mood.
A pale, moody surroundings grasp  the all
No joys, no shights,and no emotion are working
In that exact time, some lights are twinkling in my eyes.
It garbs my attention.
I saw a host of fireflies.
They are lighting around me.
Crickets, and insects start their music with different tone
Frogs drums in the dark.
Whispering of people is making a choras.
Whole darkness, now, is an ipmaired music store
That unconciously declares the glory of drakness.
Nobody hears, nobody cares in this ark,
I am only the listener along with this dark.
Cody  Oct 2019
Untitled
Cody Oct 2019
Thrown into the drakness where i fought to survive
Holding onto hope like im on the frontlines
Theirs no denying all the pain inside
So i make another cut just to feel alive.
They say pain is for the weak, id have to disagree
but the pain in loving you gots me all shades of fifty
Ah no no
Ill tell you about my sickness & how i feel inside
Itll make your skin crawl while you run in hide

— The End —