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They cut me open without a sound
My corpse lied there, cold and bound
Inside was a black hole filled with secrets
They called to the people I’ve hurt like a beacon

They’ll find a borrowed heart, it was never mine to begin with
For it only pumped static through my veins
And when they lift out my liver, they can see it was charred by grief of losing a lover
They’ll toss out my kidneys, damaged by my deceit
My anger was never meant to be sweet

I was a sea of innocents turned monsters
In all my short years lived, I felt like an imposter
To see through my clouded eyes
You’d think that I planned my own demise

I was torn from the inside out
The doctors claimed they’d never seen anything so chaotic
So washed out and demonic
How sad, I was just a child

Still, I lied there
White as a ghost
I had no recollection of what I hated or loved the most
They harvested me, storing my life away inside plastic
I think I was meant to be here
The morgue is my castle

So you see, I was just a body
Begging to be somebody
To know my life, you’d have to crawl inside my mind
You should be wary of the creatures you could find

In the end, I was never responsible for what was done to me
i don’t really like rhyming bleghh
Seductive Poetry Jan 2021
I can’t seem to get it together
Everything seems to slip through my fingertips
I can’t seem to catch my breath
Everything seems to be suffocating me
I can’t seem to get back up
Everything seems to be pushing me down
I can’t seem to catch a break
Everything seems to be breaking me
I can’t seem to get any relief
Everything seems to be stressing me out

I end each day on a sad note
My life right now is madness
I look at the clock it’s 00:00
And all I want is some peace


© Seductive Poetry
wizmorrison Dec 2020
I lost my fight,
I release my fate,
Now I am gone cold
Lying on a steel bed;
I will never cry again,
I will never slit my pulse,
No more blood stains on my sheets,
No more smacking on my head—
I was once in a battlefield
But I never win the fight,
Now I am cold
And forever will close my eyes.
From Coffin Of Thoughts in Wattpad
wizmorrison Dec 2020
Becareful from the people in front of you,
They are nice but secretly hiding a poison behind.
Beware of the people in your back,
They might push you straight to the graveyard.
Wattpad's Coffin Of Thoughts.
wizmorrison Dec 2020
Sticky red blood in my foes
As I cut their flesh off,
Smelly rotten red liquid
Paints the white canvas in the room.
This is from my Wattpad poetry collection, Coffin Of Thoughts.
Katie Oct 2020
Pictures are nothing but captures of fiction;
I'll burn them.
Words spoken made perfect sense;
I'll regret them.
Truths are funny when they're spoken from the mouth of a liar;
I'll laugh at them.
Kisses with passion seem relevant when you love someone;
I'll hate them.
Every one who said you were good for me;
I'll burn them.
blackbiird Sep 2020
Beneath the garden
shed, her bones bleed
Without much notice of
decay.

Smells of rotten garbage
Permeated the building
Of her demise
Without much notice of
isolation.

Souless, lifeless carcass
Becomes her as she loses
Unconsciousness beneath the
Rotting soil.

And the malevolence
Took over.
"write a poem,"

Sylvia Plath commanded summer before last.
Her voice in all places I looked.
Avoided and silenced letters
Crawled in front of my mind and knocked on my skull:
A polite entry into their society with a family,
Other words in Gregorian chant:
You cannot undo insanity in the third decade.

I tell the others, the eyes around me, that these words
Feel like birth announced just now,
With no time to prepare or plan, to nest and caress
The down feathery face, or kiss his tiny mouth.

A poem emerges with a scream,
Bony hands encircling my throat and pushing
Into formation. The existence of new words--
Always the ones in the language before,
Though in this birth the roots twist under the tree.
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