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NeroameeAlucard Apr 2015
We're so so very sorry
but the poets brain you've requested is currently under maintenance.
We do apologize for this but
he really is down for the count
not the puppet but he is broken and fatigued
tired of putting words into verse, at least until his head and art get back into sync I think I need rehabilitation from my own head creating is a burden I'm certain that I'm not even that good anymore when I was just starting I was full of life and vigor...
now I just feel like a chore,
someone else's mess to clean up...
Juhi Chavda Apr 2015
But you don't want me.
And I don't want me.
So who does?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?

Is it me or is it you?
But you are me and I am you.

"Magic mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?"

It's not you, you're too bland, like the bear's porridge,
lumpy, thick and grey. I think you were unplanned.

"Mirror mirror please understand, I need to know who's fairest in the land"

Oh, please take your pleas and understand this, if I were flesh and bone I'd give you a miss.

"Mirror mirror tell me true, do I look good to you?"

I'll tell you this you needy miss, I have no potion to cure your ails,
and wails and needy questions,
your face and body cannot be endured,
(not even by the big bad wolf, and he likes wrinkly grannies)
If I were you I wouldn't hesitate to put my head into the oven
I'll get Gretel to shove you in.
"You ungodly witch to be burned to ashes"

Mirror mirror on the wall why are you cracked?
© JLB
03/04/2015
03:22 BST
ahmo Dec 2014
I'll always have this feeling on my shoulder
and this stench on my breath.
What you never knew
was just how bad it would get.

All I wanted was reciprocation-
eyes that actually cared,
hands that actually struggled,
and a laugh that rang genuine.

Something is just missing.
Always has.
Maybe my affinity to anything
was violently torn from me.
Or maybe it's just my fault.
ahmo Dec 2014
Every day now feels like that Thursday.
When the rain just instigates for no reason.
Every day now feels like a sick day.
Except there's no home to rest.

I suppose you could be my medicine.
You could break into a million shreds
and release all of the chemicals
that give me such an ideal numbness.

Because the pills that hurt us most
are the ones that we try the hardest to swallow.
And the ones that heal us
are just too much follow.

Perhaps this is why I'll never have you.
You are the poison and the pain
that can make me smile on cue.
But I
I'm
Nothing.
Nothing but a smoke and a joke,
and a sub-par kisser.
A black hole of emotion and ambition.
Nothing.

If only she had any clue
how much life she contained in one breath.
If she only knew
how many storms she creates within me.

She is here.
And she knows nothing of the endless light within her.
The only one who does
is nothing.
Ember Evanescent Nov 2014
I have run out of words to express myself.

I think I'm losing myself

In my obsession with beauty

Because I can't. ever. be. beautiful.

And there isn't a word

To explain

THIS kind of self-loathing.
If anyone feels like talking I could really use a message from someone right now who can deal with me right now because I'm getting to be at one type of my worst and I'm just really...upset. Teardrops are not exactly good at keeping me company.
Ember Evanescent Nov 2014
I feel like a *****.
I say a lot of really unforgivably cruel things
To myself
All day
Everyday
It's been years since I have spent a day
Not muttering insults at myself
But they are all true.
I can't decide if truth or kindness should win when it comes to hurting myself emotionally.
I am such a *****. To myself.
I'm sorry, I'm in one of those moods where if I look in the mirror I want to smash it. If I stare at my hands, I want to tear off all my fingers. If I think about the type of person I am I want to leap in front of a train at the train station. I'm in one of those moods where if you asked me to define the words ugly and worthless, I would give you the same definition twice: Me.
Apologies for the self-deprecation. I’m not trying to be attention seeking, I just needed to express this. Writing has become my healthier alternative to self-harm.
Moonlight Oct 2014
Even with great power I feel useless
I even wind up in a mess
How can I talk so big and feel so small?
It almost like throwing a ball
We want power over others this is true
But then we feel so lonely and blue
I want to be there for you
I really do
I don't want to leave you alone
Even when I call you on the phone
Yet with all my power I am useless
Nor am I much help in a crises
I have power and don't use it
I don't even try to stay with it
Why is this a must?
Do I deserve your trust?
I don't want to be like the others
Or like a mother
I love you sis and this is true
Even if im a useless blue
So please hate me I deserve it
But don't have a fit
For a friend who know me well, for a friend I let down, and for a friend who I do not deserve. I don`t want pity nor do I wish to cause you pain.
Poetic T Sep 2014
You felt like a
Slug,
Upon my naked skin,
Leaving a
Trail,
Wanting to wash you
Off my
Pores,
Flesh,
Skin,
But I cant you seeped within,
"Violated"
The stench of you permeates me,
I ***** uncontrolled,
You are that which I despise
You
Are
Me  
This isn't the way I was meant to
Feel,
Violated,
By the sight and touch of me.
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