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Peninsula Sep 2016
WE TALKED WITH NO SOUND
AND I HELD MY HEART CLOSE
IN HOPES FOR SOME WORDS
I KNEW I WOULDN'T HEAR.

TWELVE FEET CONNECTED
AND TWELVE FEET APART,
I WAS MOTIONLESS
ONLY WISHING I WASN'T.
I'd never do you wrong
But I can't do you right
I struggle to understand things
And I might, be better off alone
Who knows?
Perhaps we're great together

As if I'm the whiskey and
You're a fine cigar
Individually enjoyable
Together we're great
But we're both cancerous and
One of us ruins lives
....



I'm an honest man child thing.
I'm done.
Katie Ann Aug 2016
You walk into my mind
You take over
Its beautiful for a moment
And then you leave
And then its torture
Yusof Asnan Aug 2016
You kept pushing me back,
Kept breaking me down,
Shattering me as soon as you see an opening,
Blocking off all possible approach.

It's not me who broke your trust,
It's not me who broke my words,
I've been only trying to fix what I didn't break,
So why am I to blame?

You said you need time,
But you've been wasting yours,
I'm not asking to forget,
I'm asking to accept,
and finally move on

You might think that its better to handle it alone,
without burdening people of your own,
But please don't forget,
you also deserve some happiness that I'm helping you to get.


-HIY
elizabeth Aug 2016
I'm so tired.
Not the tired that people
Normally say to express themselves;
Not "I've been working" tired.
Not "I need sleep" tired.
(Though I do need some..)
My kind of tired
Is deep within my soul.
Like someone has taken knives
And chains a-and whips and... and ropes
And tortured my poor soul.
Which, I suppose they have.
And by they, I mean him.
And also myself.

He cut into it with his lies,
He cut it out of me, my soul,
And held his prize for all to see.
Torturing me with memories,
Little things;
Sometimes it's a song,
Other times it's a phrase.
But most often,
It's the shame and regret I feel.

The shame of saying those ***** things;
The regret of ever even saying hello.
The shame of being so stupid,
And not seeing him for what he was.
What he is.
The pain I brought to my family;
All of my self-esteem- gone.
The harm I brought to my wrist
As I sought for a way out.
Some days, it's harder than others;
But all of my days are dark.

Except for when I forget
For that brief moment what I did,
And then the light shines through.
I'm smiling at him;
Laughing, even.
His eyes are my saving grace,
And his smile brings me joy;
He makes me forget all of those things,
Even if it's just for a moment.
And when those feelings,
Those memories,
Those things resurface,
He simply smiles at me and says:
*"I still love you, no matter what."
August 24, 2016.
I wrote this on the fly; I just needed to get some feelings out. I wasn't planning on it being about you, love, but I guess you're just always on my mind. <3
I love you, cuddle bear. To the ends of the earth and stars, I love you.
Ron Gavalik Aug 2016
Dames, man
It's always the dames
that drain your
heart
wallet
and the will
to carry on
At least
they please
the senses
Quick thought
Cerasium Aug 2016
Hello?
Is there anybody out there?
Its so lonely inside my soul..
I'm calling out to you..

Oh wandering angel?
Will you hear my call?
Seek me out and find
This tortured being inside

Hello?
Is there anybody listening?
My soul is getting cramped
Theres no more room to run
No room to hide..

Hello?
Can you hear me?
Please come rescue me soon
There only so much more I can take
Before I crack

Hello?
Are you here to save me?
The door seems to be wielded shut..
Can you break down these walls?

Theres destruction all around.
The walls come tumbling down.
Are you my angel?
Are you here to rescue me?
Dimitri Terrinov Aug 2016
Nightmare #1
The first nightmare I had after the trauma set in
The one where you bind me to a table so tightly my arms, hands, legs and feet start to tingle
The one where I'm naked and it's cold and I can feel my back and backside pressing very hard against the metal table
It's in a dark room and I can't even see an inch in front of me
But I hear you
I can hear you as you shove open the metal door, screeching on its hinges
I can hear you as your feet drag across concrete
I squirm helplessly, trying to loosen the knots but to no avail
It's dark in here but you are the darkest of it all
A slender tall outline in the darkness, I watch as you tower over me, your menacing spotted sharp toothed grin curling around your face as you puff out a small giggle
Your cold hands craddle my face, I shiver, your long talon like nails dig into my temples. In a soft voice you assure me that it will be over soon.
And then I see the blade
I can't tell if it's a knife, or a razor blade, but it's small and fits into the palm of your hand, and you cradle it like a baby bird dying in your hands
You jab the point into my arms and drag slowly across my flesh
You go deeper and deeper each stroke
This is all you do, is draw a blade across every inch of my skin
I beg for it to stop. I beg for you to let me go, and you insist I have nowhere else to go.
This is my home now.
Peninsula Aug 2016
Your ghost is still in my arms
I can feel your eyes and your palms
Pressed against me. Why do we waste time
Being this far apart?

Come to me and lay your bones
Hold me viciously close
Until I can't tell if breathing is necessary
Torture me until I spill of gold
Let's **** the distance before it kills us
There's a centipede inside my heart
And it tears this ***** apart
For the bug is my pain
Sometimes it travels to my brain
Where the centipede might slither around
Causing more pain to the areas bound
It's this thing inside me, my heart and mind
It mangles my brain where dangerous thoughts are unkind
It shatters my heart leaving it broken and pained
And, from it, everyday I am drained
There's a centipede inside of me
All the torture, pain, and suffering, from it, I will never be free
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