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Al May 2016
sometimes i cover my ears
even when there’s no sound.
it blocks out the noise,
it blocks out the crowd.
it blocks out the voices
that are getting too loud.
it blocks out the crying
but my fingers are cold;
i’m drowning inside,
it’s too much, i’m strangled.
//i don't want to listen but i'm screaming inside, choking on the words that i'll never say
Pauline Morris May 2016
I hear the scratching in my walls all night
It sounds to sinister it gives me a fright
It could be mice or maybe legions
Of some really ******* ****** demons
I hope it's just my ****** up imagination
Not again, my own damnation
Guess I'll just lay here and wait for the screaming
I've past insane, there's no redeeming
D May 2016
THIS ISN'T A POEM BUT*

I haven't written in a poem in WEEKS
Because I haven't had access to my account in MONTHS
Because hellopoetry.com asked me to confirm something with my old email address that I haven't known the password to in YEARS

But I FINALLY realized that I could CHANGE the email address I used for the site and OMFG!!!!!
And I'm so ******* HAPPY I'M CRYING

Because I put so much time and effort into my poetry on here, and when I couldn't access it anymore I lost all my will to write and it was so ******* hard to deal with life without the release I was use to...

I feel like such an IDIOT for not realizing sooner because it was literally so easy to do, but now I'm back and I feel SO GOOD

I doubt any of you noticed I was gone, but I'd like to say that I missed all of you, missed reading you poetry and seeing glimpses into your lives, and I'm so happy I get to be back with you all :) :) :)
SO ******* HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!!!
Here's to too many months away *cheers*
MJ May 2016
I'm screaming.
I'm crying.
I'm burning.
I'm dying.
Does nobody hear my plea?

I'm drowning.
I'm bleeding.
I'm choking.
I'm needing.
Does nobody even remember me?

They're laughing.
They're dancing.
They're singing.
They're prancing.
They don't see me dying alone.

They're happy.
I'm not.
They'll thrive.
I'll rot.
My pain will remain unknown.
Banana Apr 2016
I'm screaming,
But my voice is trapped in glass jars you've saved on the kitchen shelf of our small country house,
and you listen only when I'm gone,
and only when you miss me,
Because I'm better seen and not heard,
Who wants the truth when the face that tells you it is pretty?
Distraction is better than facing reality.
Viseract Mar 2016
Sitting on this bench with a mask on my face
Wondering why I'm in such a desolate place
The cars rush past, and the traffic lights change
From morning to the afternoon everyday it's the same

Recently it seems
I prefer anonymity
With a skull half-mask in position
And nothing but silence around me

Stuck in my head
The one place that I dread
When thoughts beckon me
And my eyes fail to see

Surrounding me, lies the darkness
So bland yet so beautiful in all its' starkness
If I'm being honest
I prefer to hear the sound rather than silence

Welcome to my life
Where the light reflection from a knife
Can hold me captivated
Ensnares me, holds my gaze
Completely and utterly fixated

Where the flickering flames of fire
Make me want to click the lighter
And make my own little pyre
And watch it at my minds desire

In the midst of night
Where smoke rises in uncertain light
And quells my urge to fight
And encourages my desire to take flight

I can be so easily captivated....
So easily fixated...
Upon the simple things

Surrounding me, lies the darkness
So bland yet so beautiful in all its' starkness
If I'm being honest
I prefer to hear the sound rather than silence

Surrounding me, lies the darkness
So bland yet so beautiful in all its' starkness
If I'm being honest
I prefer to hear the sound rather than
This screaming silence
My new favourite song... yay :)
Olivia-Grace Mar 2016
******* was he beautiful.
Everything about him was.
For him it came naturally.
He was flawless in everything he does.

******* was he smart.
He seemed to know everything.
Passing every test with an A.
Treated by all the teachers like a king

******* was he kind.
Treating everyone with pure love.
Knowing the struggles of life.
It's like he was an angel from above.

******* was he funny.
Knowing just how to make me smile.
The feeling was amazing.
Just laughing with him for awhile.

His parents loved him dearly.
Knowing they had the perfect son.
It helped him succeed.
While still making sure he had fun.

What a shame this boy seemed to lose himself.
What a sad story to tell.
Because behind that perfect smile.
He was caught in the deepest part of *hell.
elizabeth Mar 2016
She may look happy,
but she's dying inside.
She may sound joyful,
but she wants to scream and hide.
She may look beautiful,
but she doesn't feel that way.
She may say "I'm alright",
but really, she's not okay.
She may look, say, and act "okay" but she's dying on the inside.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I hear the scratching in my walls all night
It sounds to sinister it gives me a fright
It could be mice or maybe legions
Of some really ******* ****** demons
I hope it's just my ****** up imagination
Not again, my own damnation
Guess I'll just lay here and wait for the screaming
I've past insane, there's no redeeming
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