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Death-throws Jul 2016
Do you write poetry to get it all out
Or to hide it?
Do you  write because  you  want to scream
And shout, or because you cant hide it?

I write when  im lonely
When the demons inside me get roudy
When the drugs  come a'howlin
And my familys looking over  me,
Frowning

I write  when the slits on my wrists  look like the telephone  lines i should be calling
But instead of screaming i just end up scrawling
All my pathetic  overstated  woes
Right here

So  facilitate  me, you strangers
Love this post.  Even though i hate it
Youve no idea the dangers im in
Trying to stay  away from that whole bottle of gin
In the corner

Facilitate  my anxieties
Show me your  all just sheep
Flocking  to  litterature like the  bowls of soup attract the meak

Im not a person here.
None of you really care
Are you even self aware
Do you know That even though its poetry
Theres a person  there?
Why do i even write none of you are even aware of my existance im not an artist
I need help
and all this site does  is facilitate  my resistance
Viseract Jul 2016
****!
The only real word that best describes this situation
Used as an insult, for example...
******* Woody, for making an amazing man
A far better mother-******* poet than you
Be removed from this site

**** your supporters
And I don't mean those who like his writes
I mean, they're okay
But **** all those who support his alternates
Big Bad Wilf and all that
R, and whatnot
**** them, you do not understand
The capacity of my frustration
That such trolls would exist
In a place as supposedly pure as this

An even bigger ****
Because I no longer have contact with him
Picking off my supporters huh?
Or just going, "**** it
Let's shoot down the real "problem" here"
******* Woody
There is a special pit in Hell
Reserved for your ilk

Just
******
******* woody, and I'll keep saying that until the day you stop this *******
*******
gray rain Jun 2016
Unnecessary arguments
why do they happen?
All unproportionate
to the problem like a cannon
being set off if someone threw a pebble.
In the end nothing will settle
and everyone is angry over nothing.
Nelize Jun 2016
waves tossing from left to right
my hope crashes against the next wave's might
quivering in fear of what would seem
to be the end of this never ending dream
slowly but surely this life will drown
without the help of the One with the Crown
thorns of beauty, thorns of grace
these tides cannot reach the place
where souls are snatched from distress
my SOS heard, saved from opress
oh Mark, how wondrous the word of your word,
my storms are calmed through our Saviour's loud Word!
This is a poem inspired by Mark 4:35 where Jesus calmed the storm. Oh, how much will He not calm you in your storms, when we ask for it! God saved me from 10 years of emotional ******* after a trauma that I suffered. Praise Him for helping me out.
Cat Fiske Jun 2016
I am the problem,
that why I need to go,
Viseract Jun 2016
If you can't back it up
Don't say you'll bash me
Whilst cowering behind your mates
So man on up, and we'll see

Throwing insults at me
When I'm ******* **** gets ugly
I walk away to save you pain
You try but you can't dominate me!

If I approach you, you run away
If I turn my head you flinch
You back away, eyes wide
Stop being a ******* *****!

If you've got a problem
Then step on up and show me
Until then, shut the **** up
Because fighting ain't that pretty
Angel Bongat Jun 2016
A war between loving you
and forgetting about you
is harder than analyzing an equation.
Whatever method I use,
there's no such thing as "solution"
to solve the problem
that I'm feeling for you
For you've already have a special place
in my heart.
gray rain Apr 2016
I don't want to hear about your problems.
They don't really matter to me,
I have a life,
that you never seem to see.

I don't want to hear your stories
I've heard them all before.
Their nothing revolutionary
and that's for sure.

I can't solve them for you.
I don't care what you think when I don't give a ****.
It's your life,  your problems.
Just accept the hint and stop telling me about it.
This is about one person and only them.
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