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Ink Jun 2014
I watch the tear leak down your cheek
Escaped from your red rimmed eyes
In my arms I feel you shaking
Trying to so hard to say good-bye

Darling, don't make it ******* yourself
Wasn't it easier to grab your bags and go?
There was no need to tell me you'd be gone
I'd settle for a simple 'I'll see you tomorrow'

I won't believe I've left your heart
Until the day you've completely left mine
Telling me you're leaving doesn't make me believe it
Until you're truly gone and we've run out of time
Chloe Jun 2014
You are a beauty that echoes in my eyes
Sparks dance along your corners and curves
Your smile pulls at the edge of my mouth every time
I’d like your shirt crumpled on my bedroom floor.
Because when it comes down to it darling
I need your fingers to make love with mine
Kiss me like the air from my lungs is ambrosia
Hold me like we could meld desire in our sighs
You are in the curl of my toes and the arch of my back
My half lidded eyes and weakened knees
The gentle spark in the nerves down my spine
The flush down my chest and the flare in my cheeks
Your molecules form constellations behind my eyes
Your imperfections fit my missing parts like peace
I will murmur you so wickedly high
Because you’re beautiful when loving me.
Sins and Graces (1/7)

Not my usual style/topic (which makes me really nervous agh) but my friends have been wonderfully reassuring about this one so...here you go! If I've f'd up the Greek, please yell at me/give me the correct translation! Next in the series should be out in a bit, so long as I don't procrastinate too much.
nichole r Jun 2014
darling
you're too young to hate the world

too young
to be broken down
those rocks slung over your shoulder

look awfully heavy
mind if i
carry
them for you?
Raquel Centore Jun 2014
Did he take your breath away?
Your eyes are duller since that talk
Darling you haven’t made a sound

Can’t you smile one more time?
Did he rob more than your heart?
Darling you haven’t made a sound

I can’t tell if you’re breathing
He never meant to hurt you
Oh Darling please just make a sound..
lost girl May 2014
"It'll make you happy darling. Aren't you tired of being sad all the time? Just one whiff and you'll be on a roller coaster that only goes up."

"It'll make you feel alive darling. Don't you want that? All it takes is just one sip."

"You won't feel a thing darling. Aren't you tired of feeling? Just one slit on each ****** wrist and it'll all be over."

Which will you chose to destroy yourself, darling?

(a.d)
I think I know you so well
Then there are days...
It's just... it's hard to tell
If you're with me or away
In the depths of your mind, a personal hell

You get your thoughts twisted
You think this all a joke, a game
I wish it was all more easily resisted
For you are hard to reclaim

I hold you tight with care
I tell you it's ok; I love you
But you aren't really there
You've retreated to someplace and I can't break through

Come back to me my darling
I will coax and I will reassure
But you must stop this quarreling
Our love is secure.

With us, there is no punch line
No love has ever been so real
In my eyes...you will only ever shine
Come back to me my love, and your heart I will heal
i May 2014
over you
there are
tears, insults,
jokes and
other dumb ****
that made you
the person you are
today,
the people who
buried you
alive are in hell,
and you are dancing
with the angels
in heaven,
because you
survived
through their
insults and jokes,
the ones which
made you stronger
than ever.
stay strong, darling
Nightmares. I hate them.
They keep me awake,
They torture me.
They won’t let me wake up.

“Sleep! Sleep!” they say.
“Stay awake! Watch out!” they taunt.
                  So tired….

I’m falling…it’s so dark.
I grasp air, scramble for a hold.
                               I find it!

I scrape my hands and hit my leg
The jolt and the pain wakes me again.
I can’t sleep.
It’s not safe in the dark
Ah! I can’t stand the light
Nightmares…******! I hate them!

My dearest, yes, that’s it.
My darling!
My love, he keeps me safe.
He’ll talk to me; comfort!
No, he’s sleeping.
I cannot bother him.

Sleep.
Nightmares.
Falling….
                              ­          No!

My love…yes, there it is.
He’s so warm, I can feel it now.
Mmm, my darling;
he will not let me fall.
He will always hold on
Despite myself, despite my temper
Despite my rants, despite my antics.
Through all the…the…
Anger!
Frustration!
Overexcitement and
Fear!
Distress and worry!
Paranoia!
**** those nightmares!


I can’t help it.
I’m sorry.
I just….
So much feeling.
I get…
Jumbled.
I get…
Mixed up?
I don’t know

He helps me.
Holds me.
Loves me, even.
                                              How?

I cry and scream,
I back away,
He follows.
I’m sorry.
I just get so jumbled.
He holds me.
I’m so tired…

Sleep, oh sleep….

I close my eyes
And I’m falling.
It’s so dark, hands are grabbing for me.
The light, I want to find it
But I can’t! I’m being
                                                      Chase­d.

******!

Nightmares, I hate them!
Why can’t they be quiet, go away…
SHUT UP!
LEAVE ME ALONE!

I’m so tired
I just
I Get so
Jumbled.

Up and Up and Up
And I can’t stop
I’ll fall.
                                                           The light, why is it so bright?
Nightmares, voices, people, monsters
Get away all of you!

No,
Not you.
I need you, don’t go
Please.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean it.

It’s the nightmares
I feel like I’m falling,
Like I’m being chased
These things, they’re everywhere,
And the light, it’s too bright
And I get so jumbled
I can’t help it.
                                                             ­               I’m so tired.

“Sleep! Sleep!”
“Stay awake! Watch out!”
Will the taunting ever end?

Darling…wake up….
I can’t wake up.
I’m being chased
I can’t stop, or else
                                                            ­                                                  I’ll fall.
The point of this poem (originally written to be a poetic dramatic monologue) is to capture the perspective of someone who suffers from Schizophrenia. Through this I hoped to portray the surreal, jumbled feelings that one may experience as well as the difficulty in distinguishing waking life from dreams. My goal with the ejected sentences was to give the reader the effect of not only detached, desperate thoughts but also of someone running, and falling.

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