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A child called to me.
"Hello over there."
I didn't respond.
"Thank you for your service, mister."
I pretended not to hear her.

I was invited to dance later that night.
"Will you join me?"
I refused.
"Do you want to go get a drink?"
My false smile evaporated.

I could go on. This isn't even worth reading. I just have nobody to talk to and so much to say. I only wish listeners weren't so full of flesh and blood.
jordan Oct 2014
I don't like myself.
I'm not up to par.
I'm just a speck in the galaxy,
While everyone else is a star.
I don't see myself in ten years, 
I don't see myself in three.
I am nothing to remember,
For I am just me.
I don't want to be myself.
I want to be sane,
But I know that will never happen,
I'll always remain the same.
I confuse myself, 
Because I don't want to change. 

I don't like myself,
but I'll always be me.
I have to accept it,
For me to finally see.
I was put here for a reason,
and a reason will come my way.
I may not be "living",
But I'm surviving every day. 

I may not like myself,
But I'll be there through thick and thin. 
Soon, one day, I'll pass away,
and see I was my best friend.
Note: This was for a school assignment in which we had to describe ourselves. It's one of my earliest poems.
Madaline Sep 2014
When my presence is gone
Slice me open
See the damage I've done
The mistakes.
Yes that I have uttered
Poison inside me
Lingering in every vein
Seeping
Polluting
Corroding
Eroding every inch of
Who I really am
Before everything I snorted, swallowed and sipped.
Elated Negativity
Bitter sweet escape.
PrttyBrd Sep 2014
A heart skinned alive
Just to prove a love
A soul grated by self-loathing and denial
Finding acceptance for what's shattered
Giving all that's inside 'til you're empty
And all the flesh 'til you're numb
Waiting for a chance
To believe in unspoken promises
Risking, losing your soul to love a shadow
Trusting beyond reason
Yet not at all
Twisted frowns can't be called a smile
And pain is not tantamount to joy
31914
Years spent climbing to reach my destination,
A peak where I could breathe, a breath of emancipation.
No longer in the darkness, my mind is clearer now,
It seems so distant and faded looking back at how,
I was once so low I saw no climbing path or route,
I thought that suicide would be my only way out.
But I broke free from the darkness, I found a shining light,
I found my place of joy, to precede the endless plight.
I basked amongst the freedom, I laughed without a care,
It seems that I forgot that that place was ever there.
But now my luck is over, the dark is swift and cold,
I shudder all alone as I can feel it taking hold.
The fire that I once held has turned to ice inside my soul.
The darkness found its way again to bore another hole.
I no longer see the light; I no longer have the strength,
To climb this wall of torture or go to such a length,
To only find a solace for a moment oh so brief,
I’ll stay in my abyss to be consoled by my own grief.
Jack Lucid Sep 2014
Shroud me in charcoal clouds
and let the frigid autumn wind caress my skin
suspend me in a womb of hidden truths
and bury me sweetly in  a hallowed and nihilistic tomb*
So why are you astonished
in this world of rot and *****
  when our child-like elations become  extinguished by adult realizations  
and innocence is *****
So Shroud me in charcoal clouds
and let the frigid autumn wind caress my skin
suspend me in a womb of hidden truths
and bury me sweetly in  a hallowed and nihilistic tomb


when fear consumes you from the inside out
and all the walls are closing in
I will be your friend
Who can you trust and where do you go,
When you feel so ******* hollow.
When you've bitten off much more than you can swallow
and you watch your dreams slither down the drain
What will keep you sane?
*So Shroud me in charcoal clouds
and let the frigid autumn wind caress my skin
suspend me in a womb of hidden truths
and bury me sweetly in  a hallowed and nihilistic tomb
I need honest opinions?!?
Gaby Lemin Sep 2014
Cold eyes hang above an overcast
bed and my arms indent
this tainted spread.
One more time, pressing down
and I have no will but
the want to have this second still.

And so I stay, but should I leave?
Rather than be pressed
and have my mind sieve
the minutes through
a darkened room, alone and
cold and unsure but you

You make me stay, how? Who knows?
As long as we're drifting
across this stormy ocean - tossed about,
I'm close to broken. But bruised and beaten
and battered blue? The appeal's there.
I'll stay forever, provided you swear.

And so I lay, contemplating my friends
and sanity, but O, what is
my concious thought? All I could say
could still be sought when all
is done and the scene is closed,
I shiver and sigh and do not know.
I can feel it in the very air I breathe.
I can see it in the blackest night.
I can touch its coldness shrouding me in silk.
I can hear its suggestive words, constantly whispering.
I can taste its need to feed on my fear.
I can and will ignore this monster.
After all,
Its just my reflection.
© JLB
02/09/2014
01:28 BST
Do you remember me old lady or am I missing from your mind.
You used to be my mother if you only could recall
but you sit here in this armchair humming tunes that no-one knows
and you can't walk without assistance, should you fall.

I've been sitting here for hours and you utter not a word,
just looking into the realms of space, what should I do?
There is no-one in this place with whom I've got a chance to chat
so I suppose I might as well stay here and chat to you.

I watch as you eat liquid meals that spill all down your front,
I mop morsels off of your face with paper towel
and all I have for this attention is to hear you passing wind
whilst your only ****** expression is a scowl.

We never ever got on, hence you living in this home
for you never did agree with me not one singular time.
Whatever I did do or say was almost always wrong
and you never bothered with me in your prime.

So I don't know why I care for you I must be totally nuts
I know you wouldn't want me here not even for a bet.
So I must have feelings for you floating somewhere in my mind
and I know that there are many things I really should forget.

Things sometime flash before me so brief they move that quick
and in all these little glimpses that must have come from God above,
they rekindle tender moments, when you were kind and so sincere
and provoke that once upon a time there must have been some love.

So then with these thoughts in my mind I will really like to say
that I am sorry for the loathing thoughts I have gathered through the years.
I will do my best to make these remaining days that little more
and will care for you my mother and keep you in my prayers.
30 August 2014
DaSH the Hopeful Jul 2014
Hate me
In the most beautiful of ways
So even the little things
Hurt horribly but im in love with the pain
Just not your face
And hate me
In the most beautiful of ways
So even when you tear me apart
My ruptured heart will be an art
      Hate me
      Because I love you
      So much I hate you
      For everything you do
      And tonight
      Your shadow was too white
      Blinding my sight
      Binding us so tight
      So hate me
      Hate me cause I love you
      More than just to *******
      Too **** much to undo this girl

That I hate
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