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Eric Fraley Feb 2018
Nightmares...

are like poetry,

At least metaphorically,

The metaphors are like falsified honesty,

So unreal and yet they express how we really feel,

Maybe that’s why we cannot dream

When we feel insane,

Because are honest nightmares are now the real deal,

So we lay still,

Eyes open,

Reality broken,

Stuck hoping,

That the ceiling has the answers

But it's shy

It hates talking,

We lay there thinking

What this life is,

What it represents,

Waging wars in our heads,

It’s a crisis of identity

When all the past mistakes

Leave so many things unsaid,

When those big dreams of the past have gone and fled,

Laying in our comfortable but uncomforting bed,

We ask ourselves

Who we could have been,

Who we could be,

If only those shooting stars could grant our wishes and help us see,

If each star in the sky...

Gave each person their identity,



If only it was that easy…

I guess for now we’ll just stay stuck...

With these identity crises
Aaron M Nixon Aug 2018
I wish I had emotions
I wish I could miss someone
These fleeting feelings of need
All there, but impossible to keep

I wish they understood
I wish they could forgive me
These mistakes I have made
All there, but impossible to forget

I wish I couldn’t mimic
I wish I could just be
These faces I project
All there, but impossible to be true

They wish I was normal
They wish I was generic
These “gifts” I was given
All there, but impossible to love

I wish they didn’t laugh
I wish they didn’t cry
Because when I see what they do
It adds to my supply.
Captain Lucas Feb 2018
The more sadier I can be
shall I let the despair begin
Name a few list of friends
and ask yourself if it's worth to make amends...

The more easier certainly has been done
the hardest that I'll might never reach
you can try to do a speech.
Make use of the words that made me insane,
since I don't have no one else to blame...

Congrats for this chaos you create inside my chest
but when I leave you - I will leave you in the past.
Have you ever left someone in the past?
Daisy Hemlock Feb 2018
There must be a rhinovirus
In my hippocampus
Because I am slowly going insane
How else can I explain
My notion
That the Sonic Hedgehog gene
Is what's keeping me from being a cyclops?
Britney Lyn Feb 2018
Innocence follows her, but inside she's wild,
She thinks of things that shouldn't be thought.
Her mind plays tricks while her heart ceases desire,
A fiction of its own, a lesson never taught.
And as she lays in bed at night, her eyes never truly close,
Seeing the colors in silhouette form, the painful memory shows.
The pitter-patter of a heart, beaten and broken yet fixed,
The silent screams in the dark, yet not a sound, transfixed.
A rage trapped beneath her light, she refuses to become what she hates,
The river that flows within her veins, a poison left to manipulate.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, she sings the melody again,
Paper bags and plastic hearts, a tune for only the insane.
"Each one has a color" she points to them all "some light and some dark"
"But those colors change in life when that person changes their mark."
I wrote this 6 years ago. Please be mindful.
Selcæiös Feb 2018
It's built to be a Dollhouse
so no one would fathom what treasures lay inside
No judgement or hesitations could be formed
& those coming out would stay untried


Unpredictable's crazy sister runs the place
She's truly endearing--
In the rare case she doesn't sense your
Exposed fears seething

But no worries going in!
As long as your tendencies aren't co
mbative
and your head's outta your ***
and your phone's outta your fac
e

You'll be posthaste to a resonating reverence
for this wonderfully eccentric/benevolently ps
ychotic place
As long as you play nice, you won't have any
deadly problems
At the Dollhouse Asy*lum
(:
Sam Feb 2018
I’m sorry for my jealousy is insane
I want you to melt in me as I melt in you
My world you shall rule and reign
And whatever happens we’ll make it through
I don’t want to suffocate you or put you in chains
I can be whatever you need and the person you go to
Thought of someone else having you makes my inside rains
And I can’t help it but feel so blue
So give me your hand, I promise it won’t be in vain
To have our own paradise, just me and you
Jack Jenkins Jan 2018
Take my silence one step too far
Take my violence and tear me apart
Your words are the cure I need
Your love is where my heart will feed

Indiscriminate demons fill my head
They try to tie my to my bed

The flame in my heart
                              is a smoulder
The only blame falls
                            on my shoulders

Help me find my way out
My eyes show only doubt
Help me find my way out
My eyes show only doubt

I'm pushing back the battle lines
Trying to capture all the lost time
This is just a forlorn endeavor
Forever severed whenever I fall

Help me find my way out
My eyes show only doubt
Help me find my way out
My eyes show only doubt

The flame
is a smoulder
The blame
on my shoulders
I don't surrender
I don't surrender
I don't surrender
I DON'T SURRENDER

Help me find my way out
I don't surrender
My eyes show only doubt
I don't surrender
Help me find my way out
I don't surrender
My eyes show only doubt
*I don't surrender
This is my first song. Of course since I don't write music there are no chords to it, but I intend for it to be played to hard rock with a lot of drums.
Alec Jan 2018
I have an addiction
Oh how i wish it was a work of fiction
I cannot wait to feel my blade
Every time it touches my skin i feel saved.
Sweet bliss, until i am entranced
Twisting, turning, and weaving. Our dance.
We speak only to each other.
Not caring for any other.
Alone, but not alone, with our toxic love.

It makes me feel whole
When i am alone
And i have no home
And live in isolation
It is but a small trade, take and give some.

What is blood and pain,
When you want to be saved?
What sacrifice is too much
When all you want is to be loved.
Toxicity doesn’t matter
When you just want to stop getting sadder.

I CANT
I CANT STOP
THE BLADE
ITS TOO MUCH
THE BLOOD IS ALL AROUND ME
FALLING FALLING
DRENCHING THE GROUND
I NEED HELP
The liquid, it makes a repulsive sound.

AHHHHHHHHHH

ring around the rosie
pocket full of posey
raining raining
we all come back another day

Help meeeee
The insanity is CONTROLLING my brain!
I’m not sure if i already said this
But I’m going IIIINSAAAANEEEE
HA HA HA
I’m gone . . .
But not for long!!!

How can i truly be gone
When this pain just keeps c-c-c-cutting
me . . . off
HA the sky is full
But love is bull
And affection is null
While my mind i duel.

Obsession, Depression
Are wondrous traits.
One will bleed love
The other, hate

There i am, in the hellish hearts
Tortured in agony, becoming art.
Please just
. . .
Just leave me alone
. . .
Alone in the dark

Alone with my heart.

How shattered,
With blood splattered
Crimson on my skin, I’ve been slathered
Trying to put back the pieces that have been scattered.

Am i sane?
Am i still in control of my brain?

Sometimes i feel on charge, the leader.
Other times i feel weak
Looking through my eyes like windows, watching meekly.

Is music an escape?
From my pain?
Is it too late?
Have i lost my brain?

I just want to see the stars.
I wrote this awhile ago, and i just recently stumbled upon it.
Selcæiös Jan 2018
It’s not always as bad
As people make it out to be
It’s something that can fuel a human
to cast a unique outlook on life
or cause unimaginable misery

Most are ignorantly clueless
A very few have an expertise
Many cast a negative tone upon it
But some may sense creativity

Those curious few learn to control it
Honing in to the repulsive chaos
Taming it and reigning it in
Dominating the scene
A few may learn to enjoy it, like me

When you know how to use it
It can go a long way
You can spread it out over time
Or use it all in one day

It’s madness, it is
Humanity’s default death spell
Whether it’s markings on wrists
Or they’re a failure to tell

Just varying side effects
Of an attempt to control
But should never be labeled as failure
But it should be seen as battle scars from hell’s toll

Maybe it’s their only friend
Maybe it’s all they know
Maybe they live an abuse-infused life
Maybe they don’t have a home

So before you call someone out
Sure, you may feel great playing along
But be aware
It soon becomes an uncontrolled laughing stalk

And they'll probably just agree
They might smile and laugh,
They might run outside and cry
So the world will never understand how mad they are inside

The day will come,
When blood shows as clear as a diamond
And you understand then and there,
You can **** with just words, no fighting.
in dedication of my late life-long friend
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