Sydney Mae Dompier

Sydney Mae Dompier Jun 2015

Again.

the words have left my brain
the pen has fallen out of my hand
and on to the floor.
the page is not blank however.
my tears are the new instruments
that paint the pretty picture.
I have lost the focus and ability to focus.
my motivation left the day
you completely faded away.
my heart pounded for you,
how could you be so deaf?
I nearly bursted with rage,
how could you be so heartless?
I've become crumbled ruins;
craving to be built up again.
this is my cry towards my happiness,
where did you go?
how could you leave me?

#poem #poetry #sad #depression #happy #real #me #prose #write #focus

Sydney Mae Dompier Jun 2015

Holding Hands

I was traveling in darkness,
holding hands with the grim keeper.
then you came along
and the clouds parted ways,
the sun finally shined onto the scars embedding my forearm.
I saw the person I used to be;
a lost soul who wanted nothing more than to be 6 feet under.
But you helped me find myself.
you helped me finally envision a tomorrow;
something I thought I could not experience.
you made me believe love truly does exist,
and I realized I wouldn't know love
if I hadn't decided to entangle
my fingers into yours
and let go
of the grim keeper's.

#love #suicide #poem #poetry #depression #death #dark #cut #prose #recover

Sydney Mae Dompier May 2015

Love is my Drug

he's more addicting than nicotine,
he's more addicting than ******.
he is my
drug of choice.
i cannot go a day without him.
like an addict with the pill,
the needle,
the lighter.
I need him more than oxygen,
because with out his hands
holding my heart:
my lungs with fill
with blood,
my heart would turn
to stone,
my brain would fill
with oxygen,
my body would turn
cold.
he is my strength,
he is my soul,
and
he is my one true
addiction; *love.

#love #poem #poetry #addiction #heart #drug #cigarettes #prose

Sydney Mae Dompier Apr 2015

Dead before Dying

the excruciating pain of forcing myself to breathe in the toxic air
is that compared to one
pressing a blade to a vein
and slicing open the skin so tightly stitched together.
life was meant to be explored,
meant to be valued.
not a place to feel trapped in,
a place to despise.
why do people feel the need to push others towards their very edge,
dangling on their fingertips.
stepping on fingers, making even the last fragment of hope an absurd wish.
life leads to death,
somehow though I have become acquaintances with
the grim keeper
along my road towards darkness.

#poem #poetry #depression #life #death #alone #angel #darkness #cliff #prose

Apr 2015

Haydn Swan

Bad vibrations

Ever seen the darkness shake ?
like the serpentine spine of a blood red snake
vibrations sent to the core of your soul,
burning your mind like simmering coal,
clamber for the light in your claustrophobic space
the demons in the shadows know your face
the tears wont fall just stay in your eyes
whilst all around you everything dies
dance the macabre its the only way
whirling dervish no time to pray
the ancient rhythms too much to resist
it eats you away like a cancerous cyst.

An exploration into the dark world of depression, something the writer is all too familiar with.

Sydney Mae Dompier Apr 2015

The Soliloquy of a Sad Girl

it's a weird feeling, this emptiness. this feeling of existing, but not living. just walking, wandering. lost in life, with no destination in sight. I had one once, but now it seems that a goal that was once at my fingertips has moved miles and miles away from me. I feel like my mind has been tortured by words of negativity— my existence has been threatened by my own hands due to people voicing their "opinions". This Generation has turned the amendment 'freedom of speech' into 'freedom to destroy the soul of a human being.'
Words hurt just as much as being physically beaten, think twice before speaking your mind. Will your words build that person up, or crush their minimum amount of joy left in their frail bodies?

#poem #words #sad #depression #book #exist #prose #writer #novel #author

Sydney Mae Dompier Apr 2015

Meaning of Life

We, as humans, were placed on this earth to become a high power. We were created to express the meaning of 'Unique' and 'Different' - yet in this day and age we are judged so harshly on merely the way we dress or talk. Humanity is destroying Humanity; we are creating a world full of breathing corpses who have no sense of joy for life anymore. Why do we continue to live this way? Life is not meant to be tortuous; instead of feeling trapped and judged, we should feel FREE and explore as many parts of the Earth as we can before our time here is over. Exploration of the world is the key to freedom, the key to the true feeling of being a human being. Living is a privilege, we need to value this token of gratitude from The Higher Power; whoever that truly may be.

#poem #life #world #earth #believe #different #prose #meaning #explore