I will turn my skin inside out.
Bathe my skull in acid.
Tear my nails from their beds, for use as nails in my coffin.
Grind my teeth for confetti at my funeral.

rottenplum Apr 4

Throat tight
Lungs closing shut
My fingers shaking and my skin numbing
I cant breathe
No one is there
No one
was I always this alone
who was I ever looking for
too much thinking
just makes me panic more

*sirens*
Rafael Melendez Mar 29

The sounds keeping me up at night, these imaginary sounds. Her bed moving, her lips smacking, those rough hands grazing her skin. God, don't let this thunderstorm end, or these sounds will drive me insane. Let me even be smite, burst these eardrums so that they may never hear again.

The Trumpoet Mar 11

Obama was the nicest guy - Intelligent and cool.
Comparatively speaking, his successor plays the fool.
Ridiculous and baseless tweets, The Donald can't avoid.
His recent missives indicate he's turning paranoid.

Barack Obama seems to be Trump's ongoing obsession.
Obama saved the U.S.A. from Bush-induced recession.
The Donald hates Barack's success and can't leave it alone,
and Trump, now "off the rails", claims Obama bugged his phone!

Trump's offered no supporting facts for his emphatic claim.
No warrants from the F.B.I. or C.I.A. to blame.
Perhaps he thinks Barack Obama has a super-power
that lets him fly high in the sky to break into Trump Tower.

So, do you wonder, Donald Trump, just where Barack is now?
Is he there behind the curtains? Is he in the walls somehow?
Is he watching from the ceiling? Is he in the chandelier?
Is he in your 15th closet? Do these thoughts fill you with fear?

Is he down at Mar-a-Lago, in the old groundskeeper's shed?
Is he disguised just like Melania, right there in your bed?
The truth may be much worse than that! Does it fill you with dread,
to realize Barack is living... deep inside your head?

You can also see this and my other Trump poems at: www.trumpoet.com
Link to video of this poem: https://youtu.be/lYz2aE59x1E
Written March 11, 2017
Lala Dec 2016

Suspicious about everyone.
Thinking everyone is talking about me. Then come to realize the only one talking crap about me, is me.

This happens at some point with everyone. It has to be.
N H Nabass Jan 16
4am

darkness pooling beneath both eye
sockets into lakes of fright
frail fingers twitching amongst themselves
communicating with a higher power

SOS

diaphragm losing all sense of rhythm
contracting at irregular intervals
ears listening for sounds
that are not there
quiet
quiet
quiet

Paranoid.

Q o'crde Jan 2

shook, i have mistaken i saw you the other day
i felt that shiver crept up my cheeks throughout my nostrils
i know i was being a tomato before my friend said so

i have mistaken i saw you the other day
i froze
then took another glimpse
two, three, until it became a minute
relax
i had to look away
breathe in... out
not because it's not you
for a chance if it were you, i still had to
reminiscing became a bad habit
the tugging of smiles would turn to frowns

you wouldn't believe me
- for the fact that i thought she was you
few freaking times already
next to the cashiers at a grocery store,
walking towards the book store,
i thought it was really you
i have never been this paranoid towards someone
straight, black hair
round face
black glasses

the first glimpse
half of me believed it was you
half of me doesn't
because you cut your hair short
to cover your forehead
so weird you started to look like that girl from a book written by your favorite poet

i was in that cafe you said the food wasn't good
that cafe we were supposed to be included in our great days
supposedly the first cafe we would've gone to, like ever

well, honestly, the food was okay
just don't leave it cold for another hour
it was meant for a short while
surely, wasn't constant - nothing is

i felt confused
other hand, relief also
but she wasn't you
you weren't her
a part of me wished she was you

just a few meters away, just a call and you'll gaze
i could've approached just to say hi despite my burning lungs

all i am trying to say here is that
even if it's just one sided,
even if you don't say it back - you don't have to,
even if we haven't spoke in months,
i miss you

for a dear friend of mine who meant so much to me but she doesn't quite felt it. or maybe she does...
cosima Dec 2016

Everything gave to you is never given back to me
I try to understand your point of view but you know little paranoid me
Taking a puddle and turning it to an ocean so wide

Give the love back, give, give the love back
Give it give it give it all back to me
Give the love back, give, give the love back
Give it give it give it all back to me

Feel something I need to know you care
Just feel something let me know your there
The hollowness I feel can only be filled with your love, oh
Please just, feel something for me

They say time will heal but it also makes the heart grow fonder
The love that breaks me down doesn't make me any more stronger
The denial you have doesn't make our feelings seem any more real

Give the love back, give, give the love back
Give it give it give it all back to me
Give the love back, give, give the love back
Give it give it give it all back to me

Feel something I need to know you care
Just feel something let me know you're there
The hollowness I feel can only be filled with your love, oh
Please just, feel something for me

Heres a song that my friend (Kate Wells) wrote. I love it and I wanted to share :)
Eloi Oct 2016

Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic confused
And insecure delusions.

I choose to live and to Grow,
take and give and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie,
And hate and fear people who are near to me.

Isolation is the key to suicide.

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