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BelNadia Feb 2018
Inside of you is a broken soul

You smile for everyone, but you hurt alone.

Every day you drown yourself in the misery that chains you to your past.

But now its time for you to breakthrough, cause you've suffered enough.

So lay down your bones with me,

Give me your hurt, lessen your burden,

I'll help you heal.

So just lay down with me,

I'll hold you and chase all your demons away.

I know you dont believe in love anymore,

I know you think that the world's a cruel place

And I know you're scared

But just try to put your trust in me,

I'll be there for you all along the way.

I'll be your shield, won't let you get hurt again.

I'll be the sculptor and mould your shell back into human.

Just lay down your bones with me,

And let go of your pain.

You've been through enough,

And now its time for you to breathe again.
Dori Sep 2017
It’s waking up in your t-shirt and having to acknowledge the sun while wishing for the night to come back.

It’s getting in the shower and balling my eyes out because I know that’s the only time no one will hear me.

It’s disguising myself with foundation and winging my eyeliner because maybe then nobody will notice the way my hands are shaking and how the circles under my eyes look a lot like black holes.

It’s driving to work at 65 miles an hour praying something will happen in the 10 minutes it takes me to get to work, so I don’t have to lie to myself and everyone else by smiling and telling everyone I’m okay.

It’s everything.
Everything hurts.
You used to care about that stuff until holding my bones together at night no longer meant anything in the morning.
written sometime in 2015
Neelesh Chandola Jul 2017
As he lay waste her bed , her
Body, body-bed, bed-body
As he lay waste her cushions and
a saree unfurled
As he lay waste in a haste
To **** the marrow out of her
Lay waste her blankets,
And entered the bed which
Wasn’t one of Matrimony
But a bed raised in pursuit of mammon
To sort things , the easy way out
He entered a bed and she too ,
Was entered
Body-bed , bed-body,
As voices cooed and quivered
As flesh writhed and squirmed
Tamed flesh

As pleasure heaved itself
And guilt oozed out
Somewhere, unwary children shouted
Finally, oh finally , passions routed
And people fled , a temptress left
In the temptress’ lair
And though the bed still lay waste
The pillows had a lot to boast,
A reward for the magnanimous host
Young tongues savoured dead flesh
On the largesse of a bed lain waste
In a temple of flesh.
Joseph Timothy Apr 2017
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The world will drown in blood,
Because they seek chaos.

Hellebores are black,
The hell-born are here,
Blood in their wake,
The world in blinding darkness.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Hell is empty,
And sin incarnates walk amongst men.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Not all are red,
They come in black too.
Why do the dark ones form so easily? And merry poems not so much?(or is it just me?) Much like the world is, so easy to fall into turmoil but true happiness? Is there such a thing?(Let's be real, do you think it's achievable?)
Lol, I'm a merry person, don't get me twisted, it's just my mind.
Lesley Sep 2016
Perhaps you didn’t reject me,
But pushed so far, you
Couldn’t find your way back.
You broke free. I was the cage.
Perhaps, I’m the Monster hiding under your bed.
I left so many words unsaid.
Please know I hope you are happy and free
And your own true self.
Never settle.
By bite and nettle you’ll get by
and Bye.
Perhaps ‘being lost’ is your friend
Perhaps life sans me, the end.
But I still scream like that night so long ago.
I scream & scream
With clawed walls in gray skull
The pain, the loss, all the tears
Your face. Its been so long, but you never fade.
And I scream
Its so hard to fight;
To stay without you by my side
Your thoughts in me replace the screaming.
But the space between our hearts is wide
We drown with no safety net or lifeline
This is it.
The stark unseen undream
What lies between, decays
You broke free.
I am the monster.
I am the cage.
Lesley Sep 2016
You must understand my fear
As I grow closer to you dear
No more bite or insurrection
You penetrate the armour
Hard covers but tender underbelly
Be gentle in your stroke
Blisters fester
Red welt of swollen lips
Let the blood fall as it may
Unafraid
You are the light in my everyday
Slither hither
& crawl over blistering heat
You seek, you sting
Sharp penetrating glance
Venom glistens like the dewdrop
Do drop & Let drop the droplets
Wet hard the mind ****
Chittering madness
Stinger in brain
Dark obsidian, your poison sings
Your back
Glistens shiny.
Your armour penetrating dance
Brings me back
Tail quivers
Knees weak
Crawl to me
The strike
The sting
Your poison venom
The venom inside me
No antidote or logic
No rhyme or reason
Your venom sings
sound gone
Mind blown
Eyes blind and heart bleeding
I am your zombie baby
Obey me
Tease me
Play with me
Seize me
Sting me
Again and again.
Poem inspired by line in Penny Dreadful:S2 (2015) about Love. 'The Egyptians were hardly unique in that. Yes, but to them it was quite literal. They called it the "Scorpion's sting," a kind of eternal infection that had no end, not in time or death.' & a new/old love interest.
Rexhep Morina Jun 2016
as the winds
gently touch the flowers,
they whisper,
the songs, the melody
the beautiful notes of those forgotten,
inside of the garden
the music plays,
inside of the garden
the raven dances
into the night
into the darkness

shadows cover the garden,
melodies once heard
only leave a feint echo
of that now
what is left
once from the great dance
alone, the Raven gazes upon
the sadness of the garden

reflected by the moonlight
that which
the naked eye cant see
the human hand cant touch
a feel, emotion
beyond the comprehensiveness
of the mind
reaching out,
the raven opens its wings
taking flight
into the great night

once a keeper of the garden
a holder of the secrets
the moon
witnessed the melding
of a great being
with that, which now
is
only a shadow
of its former self.
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