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someguy 2d
Am I dead, or am I alive,
Do I exist, or am I a dream,
Inside someone’s head for just a while

Where do I go, where do I flee,
I do not know, I do not feel

No answers given, only questions,
And through the unbearable longing this pain tortures
Laiza A 5d
A dreary gray fills the sky with a sombre mood
Like ash sprawling in the air in a manner of crude
A coronation begins, for the foul, not good
Mockery fills the room as a man sits in ****

His skin filled with fresh bruises and blisters alike;
His eyes painted with tremor, etched within his psyche
Upon his head sat, a diadem of sharp pike
Its needles slithering through his forehead in hike,

Puncturing his once soft skin; warm blood trickles down
Escorting his pains were the digging of the crown
It continues, wrapping his head like a long gown
For a king, adorned with a frown: a thorny crown.

Among the men, they bring out a coat of blood anew
Draped on shoulders, blood meets blood; the searing pain grew
A contempt shroud lingers, a call begins to brew
"Hail the King!" they chant, "Hail Jesus, the King of all  Jew!"
This is a poem written to depict what happened before The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ, meaning it describes one of the unauthorized torturing towards him and how sorrowful it is.

(I am not a religious person, I merely wrote something that is associated with Christ and his history.)
Acina Joy Oct 15
You are cold. Unbearable. Harsh. Painful. Impossible to love. It is difficult to stay, difficult to also leave. But once you come back, begging for my forgiveness once I've left for good, I'll make you think of all the times I've been there. I held your hand. I let you cry. I chased away your nightmares. I cared, and never complained once. I'll make you think about it, and don't ever tell me that you had not felt love at all. That you had also not loved it since.
appreciate the people in your life, who only makes their presence known to help, and be sure to also be able to pay them back, at least even the smallest price. they deserve it.
Aman Dahiya Oct 14
Can I write a letter to a complete stranger?
To someone who will not judge,
Neither will be obliged to reply.
I just want myself heard from the heart
Rather from the head.
The winter has been too cold and too long,
And I don’t see the storm calming.
Is this what you get when you love the pain to get the fame?
That you stop caring about fame altogether
Because all your dreams have died inside you.
They tell me I have so much left to gain
But I don’t have any muscle in body that even wants to.
I see people all the day long,
Randomly colliding like electrons.
They have passions they still got to get to,
Mine have left me like all the people who did.
Weeks go by before I utter a word
Or see any face,
I have forgotten what time feels like.
What did I do to deserve all this?
I have never did no wrong to anyone,
Then why can’t they even talk to me for more than a sentence.
I keep looking for all the faults that I may be commiting,
The truth is no one here is willing to commit, forget ‘ing’.
They don’t have any intention to form any kind of relationship,
They discard me long before they read the first page.
How long can a man live like this,
It has been over an year.
Do I not deserve an ounce of respect?
After all I am also human
And I too cry when I fall down.
***, is this a test?
Because I’m ready to fail,
For a night of company over two cups of coffee.
The winter has been too cold and too long,
And I need myself heard from the heart
Rather from the head.
Bullet Oct 11
I lived through these worlds
Some I've eased
Some are permanently marked
These years determining
Failure or Success
Directions leave me etch-a-sketching
A destiny at a desk
Make sure that ***** is in the right dress
Before you gain more to lose n' you leave with less

I can't stop thing of
The demons that have
Laid dormant
All the people have
Entered my door
Just to leave dirt on the door mat

People come and go
Nothing lasts forever
Love, ****, n' lost friends
Have no longevity
I'm stuck in this frame of mind due to the gravity
Hopefully one day I'll leave this painted picture
Then life will maybe stop torturing me
I'll be able to have gave it my all

21 dimensions I now have to mention
Too everyone who enters my attention
Tension between me n' reality
I'm tightly strained in the mind
The 22nd might be my last
All it takes is 20 seconds
To lose a life
Doesn't mean I can't write these wrongs
To be right  
But when I go all I hope is
For them not to de-mention my name
Traveling across dimensions
This will be my 22nd
Hope I will be set or
Death will be placed
Welcome to my home
Where years determine
Details directing me
Towards these new dimensions
Aaron LaLux Sep 30
As much as you may dwell on the past,
and as much as you may hold onto regrets,
there is no going backwards,
not even by a single step,

so we move forward,
past the torment,
past the pain that lingers incessantly,
into the future history of now,

“Hello,
how have you been,
what more do you want from me,
I’ve already given you my everything,

what more do you want from yourself,
are you satisfied with where you’re at in your life,
I know it’s crazy how we can’t take back a moment,
can’t reverse the hurt can’t make any wrongs right,

and dwelling too much will make a sane man crazy,
so try to remind yourself to find yourself always in the present,
and let’s make the best memories we’ve ever had tonight,
then forget them all so we don’t recollect in regret,

because as much as you may dwell on the past,
and as much as you may hold onto regrets,
there is no going backwards,
not even by a single step…

∆ LaLux ∆
Renee Danes Sep 25
To fighting on,
My soul screams
"What tortures me so?
What murders my mind?"

To which no answer is given
Though a sent prayer to heaven
May have been lost
Among the many requests of healing

To the sharp blade
The metaphorical stabbing
Twisting into my heart
The unimaginable noise intensifies with each ******

Whereas pain gives way
To which there is no emotion
No end to torture, the timeless borders
As if the world has gone numb...
Don't listen to the voices...
Aa Harvey Sep 20
For your benefit.


Another rat inside a cage;
An experiment gone wrong.
So set me free, or **** your *****,
Or please just let me go.


I have my rage locked in a cage,
It’s ready to explode.
My teeth are razors and my claws are sharp,
My blood is running cold.


It’s scary here, they smell your fear,
They like to cause you pain.
It’s all so dark, I cry, I hurt;
Things will always be this way.


Entrapped by them to do as they wish.
My needs are ignored; I am unable to think,
Or do anything you take for granted.
Here they come again, time for another scraping.


Another patch where they took my skin.
Just chopped it off; did they think about me?
When they cut us up and then wait for us to die.
Give us exercise in a maze, then pour acid in our eyes.


Oh that smells nice.  It’s a new perfume.
I’m choking, I’m blind; what the **** are you doing?
Experimenting?  I’m just a little mouse.
They chopped off my tail to make me less immense.


I’m too fat for them, so they starve me in my cage.
There are hundreds of us here; we know we won’t be saved.
We’re just to be used to help the human race.
So goodbye to life and happiness; come burn me once again.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Brad post Sep 10
You struggle to stand,
**** you struggle to sit.
You give everything you have,
but it’s the bottom of the pit.

And then comes the point,
when you simply lay back.
You stare at the ceiling,
And you simply lose track.

Of the hours, the days, yourself,
and your loves.
You wish it would just simply end,
and you pray to above.

“***, I am broken,
and I think it went far enough.”
“I know that it’s shameful,
but I simply can’t get up.”

I know you could heal me,
and fix me if you try,
but the damage is done,
so please let me die.

Let my dad remember,
his son before this,
and let my momma remember,
her little boys kiss.

Let my son remember,
the daddy I was,
his best friend and hero,
who towered above.

I’m just tired right now,
of trudging through ****,
and I try to stand up,
but there’s nothing left in the well.

I’m so tired, so tired,
so it’s now in your hands,
either leave me on this floor,
or help me to stand.

If you leave me, then I’ll understand,
I’ll understand that you did what you can.
Just promise me this, and then I’ll give up,
please sure my son turns into a good man.

Thank you
I can play this game
For I know it too
I'm really good at it
Just as good as you

I'll make you feel so loved
Then get inside your head
**** with your emotions
'Til you're wishing you were dead

Don't blame the player
For I learned from the best
He tortured me too...
And I died like the rest
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