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thehiddenwriter Oct 2016
Feel my love,
feel my pain ,
feel me .

Feel my anger ,
feel my sadness ,
feel me .

Feel my screams ,
feel my cries,
feel me .

Feel my skin ,
feel my wounds ,
feel me .

Feel
feel and just
feel me .
Scary dream
Mangled screams
But oh how do YOU envision such a scene?
Much different I suppose
Than oh. One of THOSE

Sighing slowly
Ever near
When will I be free from here?
Arms unbound and heart now found
Free to make such awful sounds

up and down inside out
spread me thin through the ground
Cover them up. Hide them true
Sew me up lace the wounds
Send me far far away
In tomorrow, instead of today.


Scary dreams
Mangled screams
Coming from inside
Where darkness makes a hide
Seeping into the shadows
Creasing ever corner

Oh how I wonder
If I should really warn her?
monsters under the bed are real (dun dun dun)
....seriously though it goes deeper than that
Ravanna Dee Oct 2016
I remember the scarlet taste
from biting my lips.
I remember the salty water,
that my eyes had dripped.
I remember the silent screams,
that had rang in my head.
But most of all, I remember
all those desperate words I never said.
I know I write a lot of poems on words. But it's because I feel so strongly about them! We could change the world if only we spoke more kindly to one another and said what needed to be said. Holding words in hurts too much anyway.
Vida Crow Nov 2016
Oh no*
He thinks
as the
screams begin.

He forgot
to wash
the blood
off his
hands

[He's
gotten
sloppy]
Pinkbun17 Sep 2016
A thousand lies, don't deny it
A million screams taunting inside
The impulses of blood shed
The feeling of total dread
Fake smiles I give,
real tears you let live

Oh, the consuming of pain
The suffering leaves nothing to gain
Poison reacts; sins slash
Fading affection is grasping all tension

My heart beats and we are in defeat
I am faithless, yet oddly not defenseless.
Why should I crawl?
**** it, I don't wanna fall!

Please don't leave me here.
Is this freakin' prison?
Oh please-just listen.

A thousand lies, a million screams
I hope you can go it alone
Since there is no home
Forever broken, so they might die.
Why,
should we all lie?
I personally don't really like this poem, it is a old piece of mine. A song that's been re-written from 2009-2011. I also have a tune made to this piece.
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
When I was young a monster took my hand
Lead me off to monster land
When he was done he passed me off
All the monsters turned to me and scoffed
They shouted out in unison and glee,  "this will never stop"
They threw me on thier block and chopped

They chipped away my innocents,  replacing it with anguish
They took away my joy, leaving memories tarnished
They stole the light in my eyes, now all I see is gray
It took a few of them to make me see this way

Even though I ran so very far
I couldn't get away after all
They finally left one cold winter day
But chained to the memories I still stay

They still hunt me in my dreams
The memories of what they've done still stream
They can still make me scream
So judge me if you want, my life's not what it seems
Viseract Jun 2016
My thoughts need a voice
I just gotta make a choice
What should be said
And what should I keep in my head?

Pain is an experience I understand all too well
From the sting of winter to the inferno of Hell
The screams of torture you would never have heard
Because they stayed inside my head and stopped being words

They were in my throat but never left my mouth
Instead they turned tail and headed down south
They went into my heart, into my very soul
Took all the warmth from my body and turned it cold

Well-disposed warmth to others, unavailable to myself
That's when I started pretending to be someone else
So I convinced myself that love was all around
But in reality I had none for me and when I came to...

I hit the ground

Face first
In the dirt
Full of hurt

And I finally cried out
very true. everything is bottled up, poetry releases it but causes me to reminisce it too much. I am too in love with poetry to slow down though, let alone give up...
Bret May 2016
Her life, like a knife,
Tore through her like butter.

Her heart, like glass dropping to the ground,
shattering into shards.

Her screams, echoing through the chaos,
like wind chimes stuck in a storm.
I won't pretend that you don't haunt my dreams,
that the worst of nightmares aren't filled with your screams,
but if you do ask me, then I'll lie and I'll say,
that at least you don't haunt me, during the day.
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