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Emi Mar 2020
Hammering emotions to a forbidden nail,
the impact shutters the breaking wall.
Staring emotionless beyond the concrete
bricks beyond bricks of insecurity
pass the guards of reliability.
Happiness shielded with a broken heart,
damning emotions to never break apart.
And yet the wind blows along the rocky stream,
facing its own relentless demon screams.
Jaded, brashness, it begins anew
building one by one it stands,
never letting anyone through.
Emi Feb 2020
Spinning thoughts turn into calculated fractions,
Reaping constantly the mind blazing;
Fiery with grief and concealed passion
the deed of unfortunate stifling its greed.
Forced by compounds of loneliness and stature,
the brain defeats itself with overcoming need,
realizing the creatures they created feast upon their nature
and pry on their last hopes and dreams.
Shortly they find themselves in a state of wreck
Crying and moaning over who they once were
And yet now all they need is someone to understand their mindset.
Except there is no cure to deal with this disease,
So they continue on their repentance filled with emptiness deceive.
Nigdaw Feb 2020
we are all broken
it just depends how much

sometimes you can pick up the pieces
and glue them together with hope

almost looking the same as before

only the ones who really know
can maybe spot a look in the eyes
that wasn't always quite there

we are all broken
it just depends how much

you can pick up all the pieces
and glue them back together with hope

but sometimes there's not enough
the crack will always show

people will see the badly mended shell
and not want to look inside

where there still haunts a ghost
of what was once a life
Nyx Jan 2020
I'm a fool who's rage is written on a page
Flickering with fire, fueled by a painful desire
Unruly and unjust it burns without control
Till its content with its remains of dark ash and coal
Seeking no shelter, though it must be contained
She screams as she cries trapped in a cage
Walls adoring her, only growing stronger with age
Dreading the knocking that echos so loud
Fumbling with the keys, throwing them to the ground
Huddling into one's self, as the world grows c o l d
Yearning for somebody who can allow her to be whole
As she kicks and she screams, pushing them away
It's difficult to get past this tremendous facade
That holds so well, ingrained into her being
Disregarding the world and others well-being
How heartless and cold
How selfish and bold
Pitiful you are
with that narcissist mask, you hold

Dance me another dance
Within that ballroom of yours
Filled with the most beautiful flowers
And those demons that taunt at all hours
Its cold deep within, even with fires set aflame
As she continues burning within her own stone-cold cage.

Here we are again,
Square one.



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Setting fires within a castle that you build to protect your own
Burning all who dare to draw in to close
Though the knocking won't stop
Trickling raindrops
         Falling teardrops Rising in thunder
     Shoulders begin to shudder
        To the striking light that flies
To the silenced cries
                     A window tightly shut
An ever hollowing gut
          Now the curtains are drawn
    For I'm just another lost swan
Lost another one of those fights
          Lost to another one of those
                Rainy Nights
Lost in the rain, I ever so slowly begin to breakdown
Ash C Dec 2019
Cracks in a window
Can they be just like mine?
No it can't be
So fragile
Everywhere
But still there
It can't pick which is worse
It must all feel worse
It's getting out of hand
It can't understand
Just let me shatter it now
But how?
I don't have anything to use
Maybe my hand
I can punch it
In a blinding rage
Sadness
An ugly sadness
So painful
A pain that I can understand
But I fear someone's gonna notice
They might just get upset
"Why'd you you have to shatter it!?"
I hear them cry in an angering sad
So I just sit and stare at the cracks once again
I can't disappoint
So I sit and stare for a long time again
Maybe they are like me
It can't be
It just can't
Undead Nomad Nov 2019
my ability to see pattern
the very proof of intention
is wasted on the intimacy of inevitably:
that closely following feeling
of certain failure

it blinds my ascension
as I enter a state of grey
failed ambition

deliriously so, I trip
all to lay pressed to the floor
closer to my new destination

the sound of my chaotic beast
oh, I can hear it scratching
wanting to get in
it eats away the walls of reason
devouring its prey like a glutton
until all that is left is a space of sorrow
what became of today
never made it to morrow
Keebo Nov 2019
Welcome to drown town
A grey place that always holds me down
With helping hands by the local clowns
If it’s not them, it’s my mental health
But enough about that, let’s explore around
This god awful rundown town

Do you see the lady breaking down?
Crying for help, realising she has truly lost herself

What about the boy riding the bike?
Fourteen years old, feels naked without a knife

How about the gang dressed in Nike?
Whites, browns or E’s
They have the vices you desperately need

But between you and me
I like getting ****** under a tree
Alone with my thoughts about life
Can’t really see myself living past 25
I scream to God about how much I want to survive
But I am chained to my mistakes and that is no lie

So enjoy your stay in my sweet hometown
Sooner or later you’ll forget yourself  
In my own personal hell, drown town
Originally “Drown Town” is a song I did for a punk band. However in my wirter’s block I thought it be fun to take it apart and alter it

Here’s the original “Drown Town” https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=U5IFV6EEfjw
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