#grunge poems on Hello Poetry

Michelle Jun 2014

I yearn for a sombre eternity.
I yearn to be the diamond of your universe.

But i have been forgotten,
like shooting stars of the 1800s

I believe we had something,
a glowing spark that hung from fragile dynamite wires, threatening to detonate into a full blown love affair.

Day by day, your interest faltered, sending me into depths of sadness.
And i’d cry, every night, for i now knew, that our love was a dying flame, the kind that you see at the end of almost finished candle wicks.

And so my eyes bled, they bled sorrow and pain, and they made the spark on the dynamite wire die out. And there was smoke, and for a while, i was lost.

And the dynamite never blew up, and the love that could have been, never was. And here i stand, broken and bruised, just hoping you would find me again, and reignite the spark.

Because in all truth,
I really, really, really wonder what it would be like to be with you.

i have been forgotten, like the shooting stars of the 1800s.

#love #sad #depression #sadness #dreams #grunge #forgotten #arcticscreams #dynamites

Michelle Jun 2014

The sadness

The sadness
Was a black pool
Of a haunting tragedy.

The sadness
Is a suicide
Of a lonely man.

The sadness
Is the gripping of bed sheets
And the clenching of teeth through crying eyes.

The sadness
Are the lonely nights alone
And the agony of vulnerability.

The sadness
Is a contagious disease
A promise of eternal melancholy.

The sadness
Are the sleepless nights
Of empty wishing on dead stars

The sadness
It was an overwhelming emotion
Like a cannibal
Tearing my flesh off my bones
A delicacy of the highest honor.

The sadness
Was a jump from a skyscraper
A slit on the wrist
An overdose off pills.

A merciless dance of death.

#suicide #sadness #poems #grunge #tragedy

Su Jun 2014

Weakness

The old beaconed houses held secrets
It kept me up, left me sleepless
The grey sky knows my weakness
My mental thesis

not my best but im trying :)

#grunge #idk #secrets #weakness

Tyler Cobain Jun 2014

The Smith

She likes the sounds
She likes the rounds
She needs sometime to develop it

She knows their name
She wants the fame
She needs a month to think about it

She likes to dance
She likes to get the trance
She needs to dance she can't afford to sing

She wants to climb
She wants more time
She has to be the revolutionary cult hero

She was born to think
She seems too weak
She has it all to gain from the fallen

She like to be
She has to be
She needs to be
What we need her to be

#love #poetry #life #music #you #grunge #she

Tyler Cobain Jun 2014

Dysania

I covet the hideous cult of fame. Spending my days in despondent cafés manically scribbling passionate love letters to recognition.

I'm not in love I'm insane.

Suffering from self-diagnosed misunderstood artist syndrome. My heart cries silent. I am a shadow in the distance. Warped, distorted and dark I scream alone; never to be touched.

I am a poser, a fame ****** and a hero worshiper. My vitriol view on the world hinders me. Constantly on the verge of crying in public. Staring at train tracks, they invite me away. Looking more comfortable then a bed.

I try to live in the now but the future petrifies me. I can't escape my own mind.

Y culture, My culture, Counter culture, **** culture, Love culture, Hate culture, Phonies.

I can’t see past the haze of disappointment I have designed myself. I smoke **** because it relaxes me, makes me feel like what I assume normality feels like. I drink because it makes me feel like how I assume those happy people feel. I take heroine because it makes me feel euphoric and takes me close enough to death that I want to live another day.

A brutal fear beats my anaemic mind. A peculiar fear grips my inner-self and I can’t bear to open my eyes and see that I had survived the night. I become saddened by the thought that I might also survive the day, living to see what I will be tomorrow.

Happy in the madness. Longing for that sick feeling. In love with the sadness. Searching in the dark recesses of the mind for inspiration. I can’t see past my fate, it’s too dark. I sit and source inspiration through the emotions and physical fits of *******. Self-abuse. Clawing for red gold in the catacombs that meander through my pale arms.

Beat myself out of sight beat me out of sight beat me beat me till I float. Beat me beat me till I float.

I am a poser, a fame ****** and a hero worshiper. My vitriol view on the world hinders me. Constantly on the verge of crying in public. Staring at train tracks, they invite me away. Looking more comfortable than a bed.

Relapse is fine by me. I want this. I want this. I want this. I want this. Not a tortured artist just tortured. Not a tortured soul just a cracked shell. In the name of art but in the corner of sickness.

Beat myself out of sight beat me out of sight beat me beat me till I float. Beat me beat me till I float.

#love #self #depression #heart #hate #pain #thoughts #grunge #culture

Sade LK Jun 2014

Balloon Man

When you're a kid
Some nice person gives you a balloon.
You hold it in your hand by its string;
Touch the shiny tension
Knowing you could pop it at any point.
That feeling.
But I don't wanna talk about
When I was a kid, anymore,
And I've grown so old talking about it.
Cause all I can think of, nowadays
Is a not-so-nice person, giving me
A balloon for $20- that good ****.
I hold it in my hand by the
String of what is keeping me alive;
Touch the black and strum the tension in your
Head's sick symphony.
You're ******* sick, and
Knowing you could pop at any point.
It's that feeling.
But I don't wanna talk about feelings, anymore.
Cause I could never really tell if
I ever felt at all- but this is
All too much
And I have got to get my fix.
It's another $20, it's another
Tension in my head, and
Please, balloon man, make this
Feeling go away.
I don't wanna talk about
How it bubbles, right before
The s l i d e.
The chase, the
Tickle.
The honey sweet- try not to puke;
The relief.
The relief.
The relief.
The relief.
The relief.
Fix me.
A paradise of
Strung out dreams.
You shake and hang your head
Below the bowl, nodding out while throwing up.
I am the modern grunge queen-
The rockstar essence
Musical inspiration.
My guitar has never wept so pure
And begged for more like my
Voice was a cure-
But it isn't. And nothing is.
But this
Makes everything
Better, in the worst way.
Driving home the next day.
The sensation of wanting something
More than air
But can't breathe.
**** me.
**** me.
**** me.

Written June 5th, 2014

#addiction #depression #death #anxiety #****** #black #grunge #suicidal #honey #ptsd

Breanne Jolice Jun 2014

Clams

Our bodies are like clams,
our hearts are the pearls,
someone will find you and care for you,
they try to open you up to get to the pearl(heart),
but you won't let them in,
they get frustrated, they become insane,
they throw you away,
but inside your heart is sparkling and beautiful.

Why not let people in, before you lose them?

#heart #beautiful #grunge #lifelesson #clams

Breanne Jolice Jun 2014

You love someone else.

(YOU) loved me
I (LOVE) you unconditionally
(SOMEONE) else saw you
someone (ELSE) took you away from me

:(

#sad #depressed #stupid #grunge #imissyou #ily

Breanne Jolice Jun 2014

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(YOU) loved me
I (LOVE) you unconditionally
(SOMEONE) else saw you
someone (ELSE) took you away from me