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I'm tired of being told to start again,
I'm done with all drizzles of rain,
All I got is darkness inside me,
And my demons beside me.

You say they're evil again!
I'm so tired to be angel again.
Let me be the satan for life
And then i'll be in hell again.

Hah! this misery can't you see?
All you wanted is to get freed
Nothing's gonna stop you so far my love
Why my words when they are buried,
Why my words when they are buried.
Have you ever been there?
Where you are the one with yourself only because there is no one Hell no one who can be with you without any reason and that's the freaking point you learn to get hooked up with yourself.
-R'ag
Realising the fact
It falls easily
That scares me
Scares us

We thought
We could control it
We thought
The powers in our hands

Against the will
Again we hurt ourselves
Wasn't just a cut
Some they swelled

The pain
They're unexplainable
The hurt
They can't be heard

Buried
Deep
In our very soul
Forever
ClawedBeauty101 Dec 2017
Down in the ground, your silver body lays
You were buried, with another person on that day

Both of you are unsaved
So now your abandoned in this muddy ***** grave

You men seek for answers, you seek fullfillment
For you only have half your heart, what an empty torment

Where did the other half go? We may never know
Who has it? The Questions seem to grow

You are not in a grave yard, but within the woods of one
You should be counted as dead, and your memories done

But there is no grave stone, so there maybe hope
Maybe your time in the ground is a scope

An opportunity to learn, to believe, and to repent of past sins
For those who have ears let him ear! For the change first starts from within.

Your darkened eyes, look to find hope and relief in others
But only the drowning down pour of depression is you cover

Your shadows of hair hang over your faces, your eyes to the cold moist dirt
Deep down under, your gray chains get tangled to share each others hurt.

The only company you have is each other, along with the fallen sin trees and young future saplings
Learn from nature dear men, for the love of the roots of the tree's  to the dirt is forever grappling.

Your charm of words remain in the containment of a plastic force
The force field refuses to open for you until you end your sinful course.

I have tried to dig you two up myself, but you were down too deep.
No power on earth could unburry you two, the possibilities seem too steep

Only the Super Natural forces of God could do that
But When? WHEN will you be unburied?

I'm sorry... I'm am one impatient Cat...

*Every now and then We can feel your clasping hands reach for the empty red bench... hoping to get out of this grave.... and sit with us again....
Thankfully, one has been unburied recently, now, only by the Lord's will and grace, the other shall be too. I won't stop hoping and praying  for the lost one to finally return.
(Thank you David T for Checking this for me!)
WickedHope Oct 2017
"I love you."
Words can't touch me anymore.
My skin is coated in lies
Nothing penetrates.
My last hope is caught in my throat
And I can't swallow it,
Bumps and bruises are hidden behind
"I'm fine," "I'm just tired."
Words are branded into my skin.
They have left layers of scars
So thick there's no room left to carve -
So imprinted there's nothing left to root.
Nothing more to say to boot.
Prickly like a porcupine, consonants stick off of me,
Petruding like my long buried personality
Used to,
Like my personality used to.
Vowels form a new face of expressions
I was once able to pen for myself
But now
I can't.
I wear words instead of speak them;
I wear words like a coat of armor on top of my numb skin.
I swear words don't even touch me anymore.
There is no need to carry a shield ,
Instead you built for me a castle.
And I'm somewhere inside,
Untouched.
Not my best.
the realization of numbers
descending
away
hasn't dawned in her  
mind's matter of
gray

if she doesn't wake up
from complacency's
story
there will be nowt left
on the listing's
inventory

it'll be too late when we're
all looking for a
job
due to us not having
goodly figures in the
mob

surely she can sense  
our positions are at
stake
as the total amount has
become an
earthquake

under previous heads
we've not felt
insecure
but with her holding
the reins we're in
manure

for over seven months
she's buried her
head
like the ostrich who can't
see impending
dread

it is perfectly plain
to everyone else
around
that the units have
slipped onto the
ground

she'll open the file
which will say all
absent
the last manager was
a little too
complacent
Joseph Miller Oct 2017
Tiny curls of ink
on page after page
covered in a notebook
locked in a drawer
the silent voice
offers release
for grand ideas
and beautiful dreams
swirling in my mind

words of pain and delight
of love and hate
never made it to my lips
trapped in muted darkness
they stick to the sheets
never to change
never to betray
feelings that went
screaming onto the page

no one  will ever know
what lay hidden inside
buried with me
the pages crumble
silent feelings
turn to dust
Lady ꓘ Aug 2017
You with those Eiffel Tower legs and your porcelain backbones.
You with the stargazed eyes that look at me like I'm made of wonder.
I invite you to relax with me tonight, to get out of those knee-deep graves.
You will not find my heart buried there.
I admire your dedication but when I told you my heart was in hell,
I meant I was the only one
who can bring it back.
Aaron Layton Aug 2017
Hard and warm
Soft and cold
Safe from harm
A tree shaped by a mold

Once was living
Cold and dark
Now has no feeling
Buryed in a park

A park with others
Just the same
Buried with fathers and mothers
Well some the same
Seema Aug 2017
Standing lone and firm,
on a deserted swamp land.
A tall, dead tree sways,
with well exposed skeletal,
like buried in a graveyard.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Juniper Zed Jul 2017
Da te, posso vedere il sole
I segreti dell'amore nascosto
Dormono sotto le palpebre
Perciò raccogliono le folle
Durante la nottata
Mi segue il tuo spirito
Sebbene l'amore non è un diritto
La tua voce sempre è ascoltata
Detto questo non vedo occhi tuoi
Apri gli occhi per chiunque puoi
Perché mi manchi molto
Purtroppo sei sepolto.
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