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Viseract Jun 2016
A boy and a girl
With a story to tell
About love, and lust
And a pit called Hell

He was young
First year in high school
He didn’t talk a lot
But was still told to shut up

He’d wander the yard
Head down and hands too
Sometimes he’d get lucky
And nothing’s what they’d do

But at times it never died
No matter how hard he tried
To fix all these problems
He just couldn’t solve ‘em

His friends never stayed
They’d leave or they’d fade
As time carried on
He couldn’t stay strong

That’s when he saw her
From his hiding corner
He happened to glance
And thought he could take a chance

He said “hey what’s your name?”
The introduction game
A game he’d never played
Yet still he would stay

From then on they talked
They laughed as they walked
Tell stories, and sing
Couldn’t believe this was happening

********

He fell for her
As you would expect
Her eyes and her hair
But love isn’t fair

She left him alone,
Cold and full of sorrow
Said he had changed
But he hadn’t one bit

Said she was wrong
To put her trust into him
He started to talk
But couldn’t begin

She turned and she left
Didn’t know what to do next
The one he cared for most
Just gone, just gone…

And so, he fell
From the heavens to hell
The impact broke his heart
And the demons tore him apart

And now she cries
Been a while since he died
He took his own life
Didn’t know what to live for
Anymore
I was just chilling out when I thought of this. started to write and here it is, hope you enjoy
liz Apr 2016
I found you in the embers
of a burning fire
because I was stupid enough
to follow the trail of smoke
out against a yellow sky,
right into the thunderous wrath of you.

I should've just left you there—
in the trenches of the universe
where nothing is worthy enough of anything;
In the pit of the fallen feathers
picked from a murdered Angel’s gracious wings.

Like the wicked thief you are
you abandoned me
as you tied a splintered rope to my foot,
knotted it into the bottom of the earth,
and flew your way to the top
with the shattered pieces of my heart
that you lost in yours.

Vicious and ****** you were,
though I was trying to hammer you a shield.
Bruised and battered you left me,
though all I gave you was an outlet to the Epicurean Philosophy.

Rugged claws is all that’s left of me
and a silence so loud in it’s wake
I can’t hear myself think.
I haven’t spoken a real word
since you touched me,
So I listen to the rain pour
down in it’s muttering rhythms
at the bottom of the ocean
while the chest beneath
the heart you split open
caves in.
it's deeper than you think
MdAsadullah Jan 2016
Austere, aged trees standing since years.
Shrubs, grasses and wild flowers abound.
Similar in appearance, grave after grave.
Serenity everywhere, tranquility surround.

But matter is different from beneath the earth.
Serenity is just an illusion beneath the skies.
Let not the perpetual calmness deceive them.
All those who look with their worldly eyes.

Their deeds accompany them in their graves.
All alone the dead ones never dwell.
Grave is but a garden from gardens of heaven.
Or it is just a pit from the pits of the hell.
Pastell dichter Dec 2015
Have you ever felt like your in a pit?
A deep dark pit
That absorbs all light and hope
And you try to climb out of it
Up and up
Towards the light
Towards the happiness
And your almost there
And you can feel you spirit lifting
Stretching for the bright day
But then you misplace your hand
Or the rocks give out under your feet
And you fall
Back down
And you hit the bottom
And you feel like you can't do it again
And all you want to do is curl up in a little ball and cry
And so you lay there and sob
But after a bit you feel stronger
And you try the climb again.

Sometimes you will fall and slip
And sometimes you will reach the top
But no matter what you have to try
You have to climb
Because if you don't
Then you'll be stuck there forever
So try to the climb
Because you can do it.
You are strong.
And I believe in you.
you are strong. and i know that who ever you are you can make the climb
Michelle Dec 2015
I'm falling down a deep dark pit
There is no footholds to save me from the fall
The walls are closing in around me
Not sure if they will crush me before I hit the bottom
Or I'll just hit the bottom
In this deep dark pit their is no light
No light to my darkness
No friends
No love
No hope
No light
Darkness
Forever.
What seems like my life right now.
oni Sep 2015
its easier
to fall back into
old habits
than to fall out off them

because who falls
out of a hole -
especially
when you arent even sure
where it begins
and where it ends?
Ix Ryley Jan 2015
I would have been anybody's angel;
I didn't mind the love.
The halo in the shimmering lights as I spin, dances behind
As the wings, the feathered dreams, tower on the other side.
It's greener, you know.
It's greener and darker.
And here, staggering along the pit between goodness and liberty,
I have to ask, "What good am I, anyway?"
I'm no good on my own,
So I could be anybody's angel.
Mahdiya Patel Jul 2015
I always had a connection to ciggarettes because they quite frankly reminded me of myself.

Like : how people desired them so desperately when they were miserable , how people valued them so intensly when they burned away all their troubles and treated them with such caution.

But, then I connected with them because as soon as I burned out ( became fragile and fell into a temperate pit of darkness ) my ashes fell to the ground. I was stepped upon and left all alone on the numbing winter soil alongside the damp mist and minute insects.

This is where I found my family. Other humankind just like me, mortals who have been stepped upon and wounded emotionally and demanded when needed and then suddenly despised and judged ; judged for solely declaring their beliefs. Beings that have been disregarded from communities for merely attempting to combat the injustices of our corrupt society.

My family and I thought we would resurrect and magically become unbroken and desirable again.

But darling not all stories have happy endings .
PIT
In the ash
Burnt pit of despair
I find my fear
Dipped in the blood of my ancestors
My blade greets me
I am whole
a man
amongst men
My bones echo back through the centuries
Through the earth,
Mountains,
Rivers...
Carrying the spirit of the land
To rejoin the souls of old
With those now standing tall.
A robin sings
and moves from branch to ground
Hunts
Fearless
Protective
Arisen from ash
Pit
Harmony
written after a mens weekend in Dartmoor
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