Idol Minos Aug 2016

Darkness all I see is Darkness
I never meant to be so Heartless
World so cold now I’ve turned into Iceness
Death embrace me down I lay lifeless
lifeless....

Lyrictricity my brain conjures electricity
every thought blasts shock-waves
only the fool would dare to see
Can you blame the anger that my music taught me?
so cold and heartless surrounded by darkness
I just needed a friend to be with me till the End
I screamed at the darkness
and in return all I heard was silence(all i heard was silence)
surrounded by fools who tried to bring me down
but instead I brought them up
and that was never my intention
a book told me to be strong
no matter how wrong the world seemed to be
The downfall of Babylon come to me

Darkness all I see is Darkness
I never meant to be so Heartless
World so cold now I’ve become Iceness
Death embrace me Down I lay lifeless
lifeless...

Alone for an Eternity
the Pain trapped deep down Inside of me
If I let it all out it can put a hole through this world
My mind has unfurled
I saw you - the Light
but you never saw me - the Dark
and now I’ve fallen into insanity
searching for the man inside of me
But I saw a boy just wanting to be free(just wanting to be free)
call me a Hater but that’s what happens
When too much Pain engulfs you
You lose your mind and become numb to love(become numb to love)
I look above then slaughter the doves

Darkness all I see is darkness
I never meant to be so heartless
World so cold now I’ve become Iceness
Death embrace me now I lay lifeless
lifeless...

lifeless
All I am is lifeless
slaughtered down before the Highness
waiting for the righteous
crown to bring me down into the Darkness
A thousand years of loneliness
A thousand years of holiness
no Fairy god-mother can uncurse this
corpses is ready for the Darkness
will forever be lifeless

lifeless all I am is lifeless
surrounded by the Darkness
World so cold now I’ve become Iceness
Death embrace me down I lay lifeless
lifeless.... .

Keren Aug 2016

Im suicidal
And I am beyond happy
If I'd die tonight.

This is an answer to the 10-word poetry entitled Im Not Suicidal.



But I am, really.
Pisceanesque Jul 2016

Led by foreign madness, we
- to long expected sleepless graves -
will swim to sink and drown in numbers
weighted down beneath the waves
with nothing left inside but shadows;
no-one left of worth to save

In one end and out the other,
warring with psychotic pride, then
born again and made to suffer
- karmic purpose ill-forgotten -
each new chance at life, a buffer:
"Next time: change..." we chant inside.

Cycles written, history leaking,
sorely weeping through the pores
of growing wombs and offspring born
- another child of soulless form -
to breastfeed lies, imprisoned, shrieking
time again: disease repeating.

Sin ingested (soup for poor)
- the bile of shame and burden lost -
as people starve and lives are sold
and terrors planned to mind control...
and all the while our sickened bodies
hover, rotting, rank with worry.

Toll the bells - it's time to breathe
and weed this horror from our conscience;
steer ourselves towards a pardon,
pave the way, resume our garden
seeding spirit, heart, and mind
with growth to bloom for one last time
or we, the people, incarnating,
won't survive beyond our mating.

© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 9 July, 2016
Talia Grace Jun 2016

Sweet desolation
Pricks at me
Like the frigid fingers of death
Creeping slowly closer
Hiding in the rifts of my happiness
Waiting
For a chance
A chance to pull me under
Finding purchase in my memories
Distorting them
Killing the weak
And defacing the strong
Never to be the same

The desolated parts of me
And lost time
Hiding from the monster in my closet
That’s now in my head
I welcomed it
Thinking it would vanish
But looking back to find it
Crawling through my very being
Growing as a deadly cancer
But keeping me alive as food
Until the time
It’s strong enough to take me away

Spike Harper Jun 2016

Tremendous afflictions await the unexpected.
As if ignorance was Olympic worthy.
Tears fall.
A sea of desperate pleas.
Evaporate.
Slowly exstinguishing the sun.
Deaths melody is on the wind.
A wake that consumes.
Dragging a deranged animal to the surface.
Clawing through flesh and steel alike.
For there is little difference.
Cast off.
The fear sets in.
Panic injected intravenously.
Rushing and beating with every tide.
A whirling.
Integrating.
Manifestation of self.
Lost.
And beyond.
Pitch..
Black.

Keren May 2016

I held my phone.
And started to scan your pictures.
Strong surges of nostalgia pile up.
Memories became a movie in my head.

12:51am
You texted me.
"How are you?"
My mind's shouting
"Im not fine. I miss you so bad and it hurts this much."


1:30am
Thoughts are clouding my mind.
What ifs get under way.
Why did we end up like this?
What have we done to each other?


2:58am
A war in my mind's in climax
I cant get you out of my mind.
How's me? I dont know. I dont know.
You left me. I think Im fine. Really.


4:59am
The night's soon to end or so I thought?
The sun will come out in any minute to welcome me.
You were like the moon, you left me in my darkest moment.
And I still have no sun to shelter me.


6am
I was drunk with my thoughts of you.
My eyes are blurry because of tears.
My tears drown me in bed.
I am wrecked.



7:30am
My senses are tired.
They kept on shouting for me to take a glance at them.
I ignored them when you left me.
I havent been okay since then, I guess.


9:51am
The city is so busy like me.
Im tired, Im leaving now.
Now ask me before I go:
"How are you?"
I'll be fine. I hope you miss me too.


11:58am
A lifeless girl in bed with a letter beside her was found.

It's just my thoughts.
Keren May 2016

Im in a labyrinth
Cant find my way out.
Im succumbed by darkness.
My spirit's so helpless.

Im shouting for a hand
But i seem so voiceless.
Noone notices me.
Is anyone out there?

Im on bended knees
Hugging myself in solitude.
Noone is here except me.
I see nothing but myself.

Im in a labyrinth.
Cant find way out.
It's my life
Cant find my way out.

Akhil Bhadwal Apr 2016

There was a dead body lying in my balcony,
Of a bird,
Its eyes still open
But lifeless

And I thought, this is what seems to be a corpse
Still and void of any life course,
So I buried it and bid farewell
To the one that was once spotted as "Pigeon"

R.I.P. my unknown friend :|

Follows no rhyme scheme
PiledByTheGate Apr 2016

Contrary to popular belief,
depression is the best pain killer there is.
It forces itself down your throat,
and canon-balls into your stomach.
Ripples chills throughout your body,
that's when you know it's starting to work.
It pulses through your veins,
numbness radiating through you.
Soon,
there is no pain.
It will consume you until there is nothing left,
just the hollow shell
of a once
happy
girl.

I had this revelation today.
Wyatt R Apr 2016

So, I tend to write a lot...at least when some words pop in my head or I get some inspiration. I get some form of enjoyment out of it and I like it even more when people read and comment nice things (like about anyone else does), but sometimes all of this to me seems very artificial, arbitrary and quite pointless. It feels at times like I'm not doing it all for the right reasons. I read some of my poetry and I can't help but feel sometimes that it perfectly fits the poetry stereotype that's generally used to get sympathy, responses, and even some pity. It's usually depressing, overdramatic, it rhymes a lot and it uses fancy words to get across a usually repetitive and predictable point...sometimes having to do with love or a breakup.

I've constantly gotten to the point where I get to thinking...who actually cares about what I'm doing or how I'm feeling? It all feels like some type of online etiquette, like it's not really real. Like it's all done just to be nice or to get people to return the favor because you took the time to comment on their stuff so they feel obligated now. It's a lot like social media in a way. I enjoy social media, but I also see so many flaws in it and much MUCH stupidity with it. We flock to stupidity like this because it's marketed specifically to us and about everything in the world revolves around the internet. Any interest you might have is 99.99% guaranteed to be on the internet, so why pursue those interests if you can watch someone else do it to get a similar kind of cheap satisfaction without putting in any of the effort to achieve it? Mind you the satisfaction never lasts and you end up binge watching videos online of your favorite hobby so that the little rush you get won't go away. You trick yourself into being happy with just watching something, but in reality you're only watching this stuff to cover the fact that you can't do it and that you have nothing better to do in your own life (or choose to give a significant portion of your life watching someone online live theirs for one reason or another). Either your hobby costs a lot of money, you're too lazy to put in the effort to get good at it, or you just don't want to do it yourself. You'd rather watch someone else do it all. You'd rather watch someone else who lives a much more fulfilling life. You might even pretend that you're in their shoes and it's all happening to you. I know I'm guilty of doing that. Watching a live performance of your favorite band and pretending that you're the lead singer and the whole crowd is going crazy about you? I'm sure it's more of a passing thought than most people think. That's the thing, we as a people care way too much about what everyone else thinks. You see all that massive attention and you get your hopes up for something similar, but when you realize that not everybody's going to be the next superstar and have the super talents...well, you get down about it. Then you watch some more videos to cheer you up because you don't know what to do with your own life accept go get a 9-5 job. Not saying that that type of job is a bad thing, but it's far from the glamorous job. It's average...which again is fine, but the world of the internet has shoved in our faces the idea of a life that's so bright, colorful and perfect that the normal everyday life looks inconsistent and non-comparable. You literally feel obsolete.

Way too much power has been put into the internet and rather than have much control on what you view, it's all plastered on your news feeds and in your search engine results. Stupid trends are created all the time on the internet and all your self-worth gets measured by how many likes, retweets, views and overall just attention you get from other people online because most likely you don't get enough of it in real life. Of course I'm not passing any judgement on you or attempting to insult you in any way when I say all of this, because I'm guilty of it too. We as humans are guilty of living lives like this...especially this generation that was born into it. I'm far from being the first person to ever say this, actually I see it being said a lot these days. It's quite ironic because these anti-internet campaigns are posted...on the internet and then it becomes some trend everyone's sharing to feel all high and mighty about themselves like they're in the know. Really though, we know what's being said, but we obliviously ignore everything we were just told because this way of life is much more convenient and it can pass the time in our boring lives. It's a interesting little change of pace, and then it's back to YouTube all day. Not everybody's going to be a superstar, so the "nobodies" glue their eyes to the people they look up to and admire because they achieved everything they couldn't.

Just look at all the corporate companies out there using social media and the internet in general to promote their agendas and provide their products to people who don't know any better. Being the next big thing guarantees that you can control a large flock of people who are solely following you because you're such a big deal online. Getting a catchy hashtag going viral for the masses, dumbing down content so it can be understood by people easier, mass producing...it's all not done for the viewer, it's done to make the viewer happy so they'll consume more of their material. In short, it's done to milk as much money as possible from the largest stage in the world and be set for life. That's why most people do what they do, for the fame and not for the joy of doing it. That's why nothing seems to have much life to it anymore, because a lot of it's become lifeless money-making operations. That's why you see so many famous people end up feeling depressed and suicidal in the end anyways, because soon enough you get used to the large crowds and the high that you get from it all fades out. It has less of an effect and you start to lose your meaning of life because the only thing that gave you any purpose so far all slowly seems to become routine and not special anymore.

Relying on the internet for your satisfaction in life seems to only take up time from your own physical life so you can get cheap satisfaction from other's lives. It leaves you still feeling empty and not accomplished at the end of the day and in general you just feel like another person of the masses. You lose your sense of self because so many people follow the trends in looks, in personality and in tastes so they can be popular and receive positive attention. All you have to give up in return is anything that actually made you feel happy because you enjoyed it, not anyone else. It's become more about other people and not about what you think about it. If you dislike the current trend, you're labeled as the outcast and you automatically don't fit in. Therefore, you're alone in life or pretty close to it. Living life this way in general just seems so awful and destructive to our potential because we as human beings can't put any emphasis on what's actually important in life. Glamorizing big stars because the news tells you to, changing who you are to fit the mold and living a life that doesn't feel like it's yours...it all doesn't sound too great, but it's pretty easy...so why not? That's the mentality out there and I feel those people don't see the big picture.

That's why we do it all...just so we can feel good without doing it ourselves...and that's why we're in a generation that's incredibly confused, immature and does not have any important priorities of their own because all their effort and time is given to the stars. It's real sad to see, but I've noticed that over the years that I feel less and less connected with this strangely connected world, because we abuse the technology and use it for all the wrong reasons. I feel apathetic to living life and the meaning of true happiness, because a lot of those things can be discredited and labeled as subjective even though most people know that there's a general quality of life everyone should go and live by. The internet the way it is now has now become a thing, it will continue being a thing...and as long as humanity is in charge of this planet, it will probably never will change. So is a life controlled by humanity really dull and pointless when you take a step back and look at it all? It really does seem like it.

Next page