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Seema Sep 2017
I am not mad
NO
I am not sad
NO
I am not dead
?
Am I DEAD?
Coz I was sad
And mad!
I can breath...RIGHT!
But...
Why there's cotton wool stuffed in my nose?
Why do I smell medicine, feeling of grouse?
Why do I have two bodies?
Why can't anyone notice?
WHY CAN'T??
I am really dead
Coz I was sad
And mad
On you, provoking my angriest nature
Making me into a beast, a nocturnal creature
Finally, I am gone...gone forever from your sight
But I will wait, wait till the darkness consumes light
That's when I will see you again
Getting mad
Then sad
Then...............like how I am in vain
You will be beside me,
          leaving behind your body consumed in pain...


©sim
I got inspired by a horror series. Totally fiction.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Don't stay lost in your vain
regrets of your decisions
long past.
Easier said than done, but if we are to proceed forward, we can't afford to be lost in the past.
Seema Sep 2017
...and here comes the rain
to sooth my pain away,
cramped from top to toe
aches all around,
nailed to the ground
it's hard to band or bow
yet my feet is taking me slow
drops and drizzles on my head
pitch dark, yes i am scared
but this blissful showers
has refreshed my brain
covering my eyes and body,
reliefing me from this pain
forever from this world
in this dark pit, laying in vain
my name never been called
no one seems to be worried
since i am missing for days
i guess i was just buried
in an easy option ways
but despite my death,
why do i still feel, this pain again
is it because of this rusty chain?
that has cut through my skin
to pin my bones against the spikes
sinking me deep down to spin
and awake, each time the lightening strikes.



©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Aug 2017
I am born
Not made
Yes, a little torn
But I don't need an upgrade

A crack pottery
By natures hand
No luck, no lottery
For it's my life, to mend

Freak, I am not
Bypass my pain
I am just caught
In this delusional, raging vain

Let it rain
My eyes brimmed, tears
Awake and strain
In whirlpool, for many years.


©sim
vanzilla Aug 2017
Let us be lost in love land
and never come back again

Cry for a year and die in vain.

Let us be lost in love land
and never come back again.
a night of horror when closer to an edge
why post hale is frost and sessions ready grow indelibly  
but this graph of tornadic activities is in seasons that link with terror

as these sounds are supposed  
dead by nightfall there in rounds a vacuum as a bog
with the stream in time always lore
that hinds are grouped
and in deep silver rose heart but with matching lines
this cryptic fisher afield puissance
en route to parallel city of god
Elioinai Jul 2017
I look for you here
something in me longs to find myself
hidden in someone's sorrowful words
or adoring lines
I look for a mirror here
as my eyes wait for your name
I want to see myself in blazing colors
Poems from the eyes of another
But selfish never gives me happy
and I stare at my own too much
I'm choosing contentment instead
nora Jul 2017
they tell you it's a weakness to cry
advise you to keep your hurt inside
you foolishly believe their earnest claims
and fold in on yourself in vain
I've just been feeling some things :)
Roisin Jun 2017
pride was her weakness
but then pride caught fire
now her pride is burned

pride was her weakness
but then pride grew tired
now her pride is yearned

pride was a relic of her insanity
her pride, her vanity
hit with reality
she is no longer proud.
Pride - a deadly sin.
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