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These are my sleepless nights

Paralyzed by my demons they stitch my eyes and mouth close
My demons are eating at my soul, I try to cry out but I haven't got the voice for it
I no longer have the strength to fight
My support crumbling
I have no one else to turn to
So let's be true dying is my latest fashion
My spirit begins to fade....
Zack Phillips Aug 2015
You can go your own way
Or you can follow me
You can choose to go, or choose to stay
With one note, there's no harmony

Choose to live or choose to be
Choose to act or choose to sleep
Blind yourself with fake reality
Or embrace the Truths that make you weep

Whatever you decide, here and now
Whatever road you choose to take
Whatever why or where or how
I'll stand with you for both our sakes

Cause though the world around may fall
Hold your head high, stand up tall
But don't forget the power of two
Together, we can make it through

So Trust in me, wise gracious friend
Trust that love will never end
Trust in darkness, Trust in light
Trust the blinding, blissful bright

Where two are gathered, joined as one
Bright shining as the noonday sun
A third arrives, and there abides
The Lord, Our God, is by our side

We two are misfits, rare and wild
Ragged nobles, oft reviled
We face the current, brave the gale
Our faces calm; we will prevail

Thus the end is nigh upon us
Daylight rushes into night
Silence now, lugubrious
We face East; we wait for Light
Poetry collaboration with my good friend, John. Though we switched up several times, general idea is that we each took turns writing one line at a time.
McNe Jun 2015
I often found myself every single cold night
Remembering all the facade I have put until now
Then, there was a fire, a fire trying to ignite
A heated voice, demanding to be exposed which I didn’t allow

I often found myself weeping despite smiling
Chromatic I am yet I perceived the world as dark gray
Unhappy I am by almost every single thing
And the voice inside laughed at me, much to my dismay

The voice asked, “But why? Why do you try so hard?
To impress the people who went astray?
You’re hiding it behind a cloak, the self you always guard
If they deny your existence, wouldn't it be better to walk away?
What am I even doing to myself?
ghostsonpaper Feb 2015
the only comfort I can find in sleep tonight is the fleeting thought that I may dream of you.
and for a short time I might find myself once again in your arms before I wake to realize it's no longer real.
dreams give us what we no longer have in waking, and for some poor fools it's the only peace we will ever find.
miss you always♡
Your unpursed lips
Slam against mine
Flattening them
Holding them still
While the rest of us
Moves too fast
I breathe in your scent
Of nicotine and Jack
Quickly
When your strong hands
Suddenly pull
My jeans down my thighs
My own hands drag your sweatshirt
Over your head
And your hands are the only thing covering me
Everywhere
At once
With motions I'm unaware of
You guide me to
The pristine white comforter
Thrown on when I heard your knock
You toss it back
Revealing the mess underneath
And without a second thought
You dive right in
Pulling me with you

I had no idea
What I was getting into

And I'm still sleeping in the same sheets
Unclean
From our sleepless night
The used comforter
Crumpled up
At the end of the bed
Mirroring the curled up corpse
Of what you have left of me
You were so perfect. And then so not. And I loved every bit of you. Except the other six girls you loved too.

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