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Cherisse May Sep 2018
My vision, slowly losing focus,
the bright lights fading into
bright circles,
the world eventually fading away.

My hearing, drowning in the silence;
oddly enough, there's a
loud buzzing, screaming,
telling me to stop.

My breathing, quiet, sniffing every now and then,
the movement of rib bones going up and down,
the feeling of a knife tracing my chest,
the way it poked me and made my heart bleed.

My mind, my heart.
Filled with feelings, yet almost none left for myself.
I'll always love other people,
but there isn't enough for me anyway.

What's the whole point, then?
I'm about to lose it. As in, lose myself and probably going insane.

I am so close to giving up; I can't afford professional help, nor do I want to bother anyone by my negativity.

I'm a bother, anyway. I should just end myself.
nd Sep 2018
Under the sky, above the ground.
I keep standing where the sun goes down, so does my shadow.
The dust turn down, followed by its echoes
"Listen" I tell myself
"People may hear nothing but noises"

Wind blows, ocean waves, bird chirp from mountain faraway.
I hear them closely.
sometimes we feel every little thing around
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
The Lighter Side of Hell


Pain is just a word and you shall get your just desserts,
If you can survive this Earth and all it has to tell.
The vision, the touch, the noise, the smell.
The feeling of injustice…
The lighter side of Hell.


Heaven is a nice idea, but I live here on Earth,
Down in the dirt, with the slugs and the worms.
Amongst the filth, disease and corruption;
The insane, the missing, the distorted failed abortions.


The man with 666, nailed to the crucifix,
Next to his nemesis; your Jesus,
Invites you all to a red meat banquet,
At the Hell Hotel; oh, you’ve got to make it.


The cannibal course,
The devilish desserts.
All inclusive of course;
Come feed your thirst.


The dancing flames and women in leather;
A servant of Satan, forever and ever.
The dead shall walk the Earth and Heaven too.
If the Master only had his way,
The head would be served unto you.


It’s not too bad, down here in Hell,
Once you get past the blood and that God awful smell.
But humans are messy, they spill everywhere;
Our staff are at hand, always happy to help.


A stretch is it Sir?  Very well don’t scream too loud;
Our reputation precedes us, we really are quite proud.
We don’t just torture, for the sake of torture.
We’re organised, we have a union;
You are either in or you are out.


The fires quite cosy, when you are not getting burnt;
Those tricksy little devils, when will they learn?
Occasional stabbings and whippings and things,
They’re a part of the experience; come on now, it’s your turn.


Enjoy the lighter side of Hell,
For it is only the beginning of time.
Remember the lighter side of Hell,
Because soon you will be praying for the end of time.


Because Hell has a dark side, a pit of hopelessness;
A place to punish you, to leave you helpless.
Such pain and brutality, I salute you, good luck!
You’re gonna need it my friend, because the truth is…
You’re ******!


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
CooLen Aug 2018
My thirst for stability is insatiable, often leading to the murkiest waters.
Amazing what desperation can do to the senses.
I sense she's not right for me.
I sense she's not light but rather shiny malleable foil, adhered to the cracks in my present needs.
My common sense screams the obvious, yet the vapid darkness of loneliness drowns them out.
I'm consumed by it all.
I'm consumed by them all.
I'm consumed by the fall. As I sink deeper, its only natural to cling to whats closest to me.
I greet the facade of you wanting more so openly but I know,
That when I'm home alone your body and energy will only appear to steal my time and company.
But I'll still open the door to you.
Merely your smell will blind me to the signs as taste and touch overwhelm us.
As I converse with your lips, not even my thoughts will be heard as we cry out.
And that bliss will be worth the silence.
Radhika Lusted Aug 2018
I cannot see what you feel
I cannot feel what you taste
These senses are plenty
But boy what a waste
In a world filled with wonder
It's a shame not to feel
Surrender our demons
in order to heal
My cries they are patient
to those who can hear
but the shadows that follow
are ever so near
So come light a candle
from the tunnels inside
And face back those mirrors
For these demons,
They hide.
A poem i wrote about the feelings we hide and the demons we all have inside that we constantly turn away from instead of facing, and that by giving them up, we are also giving up the pain we need to free ourselves.
Choderlos Aug 2018
A night in the park
The moon sheltered behind clouds
Shape of hills like things asleep
Birds are scarce in the skies
The world is in a background
It's only you and me tonight

Sing at the top of your voice
Make love to me like never before
We fought the law and won
Live every moment of your life
Like that dream you had is real
There's no stopping you and I

The last of our worries
Began the first of our joys
The shadows of our past
Lights our way to the future
Dance the rain, my dear
For a life of bliss and beauty
Awaits you and I.
Robert Guerrero Aug 2018
I forgot what you smelled like
The way your perfume
Followed like a shadow
Engulfing rooms
Fields of random flowers
Blossoming in my nose

I forgot what you looked like
Long hair covering sparkling eyes
Trying to hide the beauty
That keeps breaking your heart
Only finding comfort in buttered hands

I forgot what you taste like
Gentle lips dressed with cherry lip balm
Slipping away
Every time I immerse myself in memory
I wonder what you taste like now
A million miles away

I forgot how you felt
Soft skin of silken desire
Gentle not to hold you too tight
Fragile frame I towered over
You were a perfect sculpture
I couldn’t hold on to forever

I forgot what you sound like
A recipe of lullaby’s and similes
Sass, humor, life flowing in harmony
Your giggle precious as angel choirs
Voice of piercing softness
Silencing demons for only the hours we talked

I forgot what it was like
To remember everything about you
And now my memory fades to black
A silhouette remains
Maybe I’ll see you again
In this life or the next
To refresh my lost senses
Aa Harvey Aug 2018
Loved Up


I need no eyes to see your beauty.
I need no nose to smell your scent.
For I already know your body,
As it is pictured inside my head.


You smelt so good the first time we met
To look at you is to view a Goddess.
I willingly worship your body for it is Heaven sent.
I shall never forget your loving caress.


Your face is branded on my heart
And my soul is in your hands.
My woman I may not be there with you now,
But you are with me, always on my mind.


You quench my thirst for lust, I fill you up
And I shall always remember your touch.
Your kiss is bliss, your ******* are the best
And my thoughts towards you I could never confess.
For blue they would be
And green with envy would be the priest,
If I told him what I thought and what you let me feel.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Skye Aug 2018
I am stained with your colour;
Royal purple and blinding white.
I am smothered by your scent;
Marlboro cigarettes and cheap alcohol.
I am lost in your words;
Mellifluous syllables and sage proverbs.

You must be a sorcerer, for I have been bewitched.
You roam through my mind, casting hexes as you go;
I see you walk with that charming little gait of yours.
The memory of your face is hypnotising, infatuating;
Perhaps I have been cursed, but I hope this necromancy lasts forever.
Did I make the right choice?
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