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Your words mean nothing
Because if they meant something
They would mean everything
'Let me go'
'Let me go'
Screamed a voice from below
'Let the shadows surround above and around'
'Pain did its justice now time to let go,'
'Take me away and let me decay'
~
Now she lies in a grave fire
Taken away and she now cries
The same tune with words of joy
Her whispers still echo
In the streets of despair.
  Aug 5 Sins of the past
Tess
how deep are the oceans
how vast is the sky
in these endless escapes
is there somewhere to hide

somewhere to go and never be found
somewhere to scream yet not make a sound...
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.
Upon this world, I arrived
High Standards and scary lies
A fright to fail, a need to gain
This horrid world I desire
every day
a bit of me disappears

every day
a part of me slowly dies

and every day
is a day closer until our last goodbyes


-j.m.k
A fringe around my neck, a bruise decorated my wrist
A ghostly finger scraping my lips
And a rush of crimson liquid oozed from above
A yearn to escape, for this horrid site
Keeps me incaved in misty mind
Shadows surround, above and about
Same deadly demons, toying around
They wait till its dark to start their attack
Lights out and sound asleep
Through blood and bones, they turn you,
a sickly being.
Shallow breaths and sticky skin
Red eyes and puffy rims
Same deadly demons, know everything ‘bout you
Can’t hide that dark mind
That black heart either.
Cast for eternity over my unfortunate soul
A spell that can’t overcome, that is concealed
Masquerading as wondered, they overflood dreams
However, are lies, in occasional disguise
Their dream, their nightmares, their demons of the soul
They’re not done with me, yet their coming for you
This was inspired by Nobody's work: Demon.
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