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Demons Jul 2018
“See you tomorrow, Buddy!”

Love, Dad
If you’re a little confused, the father leaves and tells his son that he’ll see him tomorrow... I’m sure you can figure out the rest.
Demons Jul 2018
I came home to a horrific sight.
Blood everywhere, my screams filled the night.
A note beside the body, it was a suicide,
My stomach drops, his eyes opened wide.

I Should’ve saw this coming, I knew his smile was a Lie.
I always heard his fake laughs, but I kept letting them slide.
The guilt washes over me, it’s all my fault...
i should’ve known that he was having trouble, that it was difficult.

But now... he’s dead.
And all we can do is feel the dread.
We can take on the sorrow,
There’s always a better tomorrow.
It’s going to be Grim,

But we must stand strong for Him.
But sadly... His casket will soon be sealed.

And i’m in the back.
Not a single tear,
My mind has been obscured.
I’m not crazy at all, I don’t need a cure.
But what I do know, is that time won’t Heal.

I’m broken now.
I don’t know what to feel.
If you ever need help, please talk to a professional or call the Suicide Hotline:
1-800-273-8255
Maybe even a friend can help you, but please do not Commit Suicide. People do love you, people will be there for you, and people will miss you.
Please look at the bigger picture and understand that you will be a missing puzzle piece in people’s lives. People may follow your footsteps. Please, Please, Please. Stay.
Benji James Jun 2018
Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Girl, I won't let you
Just become words on a page
Something I express when I hit the stage
I'm done with breakup songs
Been writing them far too long
I need a girl who's gonna give there all
I need a girl
in which I can place my trust
Know they'll protect this tender heart
No more looking for love in the wrong places
No more being trapped in friend zone spaces

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Tell me if we need to break it off
Tell me am I wasting my time
Are all these just throwaway lines
Are you lying behind those bright eyes
Am I suspecting something
Or is this tingling feeling nothing
Can't see between the lines
To read the signs
Tell me I just need to know cuz

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Somethings stirring inside
Why doesn't this feel right
I have a sickening feeling
Something feels off
Something aches inside my brain
Is my intuition latching onto something
I couldn't see
Is there a hidden message
On your lips
(Didn't read it)
Didn't see it
Come on baby
Make me believe it
I need to know cuz
I gotta feeling we aren't okay
And you know what they say

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

©2018 Written By Benji James
Lewis Irwin Jun 2018
I appear to be pushing back tears,
And I'm trying to stay strong.
Why have I been seeking forgiveness for all these years?,
Why did I romanticise my Demons in song?

I feel like the stem of a Rose,
A quaint mind of beautiful words to take away others hurt.
But I pierce the skin of those who comes close,
As I stamp on the acquaintances I left in the dirt.

Spawn of a Speed fiend and the ******* of an ***** freak,
A walking disease.
Ever so volatile and ****** to Hell like a Sinners smile,
Walking for miles in my own head,
Only to fall to my knees at Satan craving;
Death.
N E Waters Apr 2016
I'll sit here blinking
The hours away
Moment to days
Right here I'll stay
(Breathing)
Entire epics
Written and played
Upon the stage
That is your face
(Nearby)
Sweat falls from its place
A tiny cascade
From the visage of grace.

Forever, a moment, an hour, a day.

And here I sit trying
To commemorate
The nuance of time
In the smallest of space.
Like an airplane fitted with
Too many wings
The grandest of things
Will not give way
To flight, or to mind
To the heart or the skies
It carries a load
Much too heavy
Inside

And somehow impossibly
Silly as hell--
Forever the curse to the solemn befell
#silly #time #wastingtime #fly #impossible #whysoserious
EmperorOfMine May 2018
In the end, someone has to lose.
Whether it be real or more so symbolic.
For those whom may not be heard, your losses will bring about another's voice.
For those who may not be seen, your losses will bring sight to another.
Sometimes you win the most when you lose humbly.
Truthfully, as bitter as old dark cold coffee, you may one day suffer.
Your only chance out will be taken by someone who's had many doors, yet they only use them as trophies.
They may not use a single one for their purpose, and you'll have to let that simmer into your mind.
Just remember, that person may have what you need but is probably dying inside.

Lose humbly.
As it begins,
The wolves may howl,
As it burns and soaks,
The cheese grows fowl,
The problems creep,
The changes keep,
And the world’s,
Is a bullet proof vest,
That will calm predator or prey,
That will calm moon or day,
This is about,
A rhythm in colors,
A sun in a moon,
A soothing cocoon,
The item is itself,
Inside your mind,
Repeating itself,
This is a sign.
No matter what,
when down don’t frown,
write a poem,
and count on the sound!
This is a pretty serious poem.
EmperorOfMine May 2018
I'm no popstar

I can't make you dance

I have no rhythm

But that isn't the plan

Have you noticed...

We are chained down

Staring up at...

Demons on the ground

As we shout out, help

Who comes rescuing

I've not seen one

I've seen nobody, nobody

To come help me or you

Watch them turn their eyes from the view

Once you realize that they knew...

That this would happen soon

But no one comes to help

They'd rather keep to themselves

But why spew lies for your health

You say this but act that

So let us get to the POINT

If you want, go grab a joint

This right here's about to get deep

Please sit down, you'll need a seat




We're in a motion picture
Trying not to have a seizure
Crying with a smiley face
We look like a mental case
Rapid noises make us crazy
Drowning from the depressions
Money's been powerful, lately...
I've been feeling pretty stress

You come home, sit down
You used to laugh but now you frown
You can't get up, gravity-bound
You lost your words within the sound
As time moves on, you see the waste
The blood of souls that lost their way
And first comes lust and then our wants
Before our needs that we should hunt
But what's the fun in being good
And what's the good in being wise
I watch this all play out often
I see faces morph with lies


As everyone dies
And We start to cry
We wish we could fight
But we choose to fly
Away from the war
No way in for peace
A gate to the heavens
But you'll need a key
As fire does grow
And evil has bloomed
We love to mask it
With music and soon...
We won't get to hide
The light starts to shine
Exposed to the truth
Scattering in rooms


If you got this far

Just heed to my theme

We really need peace

It's not what it seems

There puzzles of course

Can makeshift our dreams

A system's been made

Our being will fade

Your choices have power

Someone does get paid

Your soul is at war

To you, it may bore

Someone holds your hand

The other ignores

They both want you still

Though who will you choose

I wonder who feels

The best into you
Kuvar May 2018
On that faithful day
With the tree’s clapping so loud
The wind escalated the noise to the sky
Covering the face of the sun
Darkness corned in man’s heart
Their shelter roofs it took off
Men were sent on a forceful voyage
Things fall apart as weak mustache  
Tabula rasa hits the skull of man
Church goers lament in distress  
“Forgive me oh lord my sins”
An atheist gulps in self defense
I stand as a witness to say
The sexuality of nature is wild
©️Kuvar

At the veranda, then this might my wind started beating the trees and the waves went up as dust and the darkness on that day was so heavy that I feared if it’s the end of the world then the rain poured that the sea wasn’t known from the land...
CautiousRain May 2018
A scary thought,
my dear,
is that you’re the only reason for living.

I promise I’ve tried finding some other reason,
hoping I could forge a healthier relationship
with life,
but I’d sooner have death than live without you.

Not even art makes me alive anymore.
All I have is you, you know,
and my friends would hate to hear
how much I long for death or for you;
life gets to choose what path I take,
and I hate it.


At this rate, I’m scared of failing,
I am trying so desperately
to pretend I know what I’m doing,
to pretend I still have a drive,
but I’m only here because you’re still here.

I love you.
Personal but also ??????? oh well I'll probably tell him this soon enough and brace for whatever awkward sadness stuff may or may not occur
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