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sunflower Feb 2018
Don't tell me lies,
in a beautiful language.
Don't break me,
into pieces.

Don't tell me things
that is not true.
Don't whisper me,
the wind.

Don't give me roses,
that is dying.
Don't let me,
touch the thorns.

Don't give me hopes,
in chain and ropes.
Don't let me,
think of you.
For those who wrecked me, my mind & my heart.

ㅡn.s
Lizzie Nov 2017
Disconnected is black blurred into white
making grey;
He smells like black licorice coffee,
And tastes like an old piece of candy corn,
Forgotten... Left to go bad... Unwanted...
His mother is as light as the sun on a warm summers day;
His father is as dark as the moon on a solar eclipse...
His best friend is like summer rain,
blurring everything around...
He carries black spotted white roses in his pocket,
faded blue converse on his feet, his toe sticking out the end...
His hair, jet-black hangs past his ears and falls into his eyes
like tangled ropes...
He eats dispaire for breakfast and forgotten dreams for dessert...
Disconnected loves lost and broken people...
His dream is to dance in the night away from the light and out of sight...
He moves stealthy like a wolf;
Watching... Waiting... For his next victim...
I wrote this while I was in the hospital going on my third week.
xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
is where all the ropes swing free
from the willow branches
with no inhabitants to wish them
a steady tugging downwards into
the grass and magma flowing below
it is that look
that makes me offer
what I am to you
and grovel for your pain

forcing my shredded self
to submit to rope
and lash
and biting chain

the sadist that is you
controls me now
my love is yours
no other life is mine

so leave me here
that I may scream into
this silent gag
bound till your return

Francesca Anderssen 2016
my thoughts echo my **** lifestyle
I enjoy sharing them with you.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I'm the one that's supposed to be holding it all togeather
Making everything better
But the ropes are slipping
And the blood will soon be dripping
It's all about to splatter on the floor
I wish I could just turn and walk out the door
There's no where to hid
To many salty tears cried
Nothing to do but watch
In the depression's belt another notch
Seen it coming for months, no one to help
Bend over let life give me another whelp
Because who is there to pick up the one that kept it all togeather
The one that the storms they where supposed to weather
Who is there to help the one everyone turned to
The one that now can't pull through
Can you riddle me this
Where is my bliss
I need to know
The ropes about to go
With enough pressure even a diamond can crack
And I'm much weaker than that
Hanging Ropes

                     Mine heart
                   A solitary room
But of shadows and redundant dust

                      Mine heart
       You've set on a play Judas dart

           The forbidden walls
       Your hanging cute portrait
Every glimpse of you,is a vision doom

               You're killing me
          But the deeps inside me
    Of where sorrowful blood flows
            You pause my pulse

      You leave me with hanging ropes
          You're an aeronaut
You make me fly but with froozen feet

              I'm comfortless
You've brimmed my soul with tormenting maggots
But I shall lie in peace on these ropes,a piece.


Hanging ropes
©Historian E.Lexano(P.h.D)
its a suicidal poem
Beauteous Beast Nov 2015
you're the deadly kind
that when you make me feel so otherworldly alive,
it is a plus to the countless ropes left around my neck so tight
xJaden Tx May 2015
Black shadows prowling,
Blood ******* ropes ready to latch on.
The monsters of the night growling,
Endless tragedy about to dawn.
They watch and wait,
Until you delve further into the darkness,
And meet your inescapable fate.
The deeper you go,
The more ropes of bitterness attach.
Gripping onto you so tightly,
they've become the new foe.
They're everywhere,
Drowning you in their web.
No nightmare could compare,
To all the horrible things they've said.
Scream and shout,
But no one will help.
Mourn and bleed,
From all the pain you've felt.
Stuck, helpless, hopeless,
Making you slowly deteriorate.
Tired, weak, lifeless,
Now it's officially too late.
The ropes have ****** all happiness,
Replacing it with grief.
Trapped in eternal darkness,
Just another dried out leaf.
Suffering in the hellish pit,
All alone, so lost.
Frozen from the bitter cold As you sit.
Will it ever be possible to defrost?
Sinister laughter, everywhere,
It fills your ears.
You know this factor, my dear,
They've been winning for years.
The breaking point has come,
Just can't take this pain.
Slowly reaching for the gun,
Youre no longer sane.
One click ends it all,
A bullet buried in the brain.
Smiling as you abruptly fall,
Terminating the ropes ****** up game.
The demons retreat,
Ravenous to cause another fatality.
They never admit defeat,
Life's ropes of evil and reality.
I just wanted to write something intellectually and emotionally deep.
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

When daydreams turn to nightmares,
Your mind bleeds a little bit less,
Painful memories,
At least it use to be,
Broken spinal cords,
And plastic ropes have made your enemies,
Make Alice say you have more madness than I do,
And the Hatter Couldn't Believe,
I Could Paint the canvas just the way you want it,
have It Any Which Way,
won't Judge Or choose for you,
Now you depend on desperation to save the day,
But Only god Can judge on A Sunday,
So I Assume Its A Now or Never,
True Soldiers pick roses for their fallen,
Not knowing what they fell into,
what their objective was,
what they were entitled to,
well,
Doubts are not as bad suspicions,
But theres bad blood,
always see to it that you put in a mention,
If Its final of the finessed you want,
you'll get it.
So many wonders???
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