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Shadow Dragon May 2018
You are my mirror.
I see so much of
me
in your flesh.

Through your eyes
I feel your pain.
Through your veins
I feel your troubles.

Yet you are not
completely and utterly
me
because I am my own.

Through your touch
I know we are different.
Through your stare
I know we are not the same.

You may appear as my
mirror.
But my darling
mirrors twist reality.
Mystifying Chaos May 2018
The words that I once wrote upon your soul have merged with your skin and bones.
Now the poetry flows through your veins and it's poet remains unknown.
Cecilie Andersen Apr 2018
I used to be pretty, but now I look sick.
I used to be though, but now I feel weak.
I can't help myself, so I became helpless.
I am never leaving this bed which i'm drowning in, but I hope that someday I learn how to swim with the fish.

Blood is rushing to the visible veins in my wrists and down my legs 'till it becomes hot at my feet and i'm standing in a red pool. And I wish I could swim with the blood cells.

Endure more like suffer. And I might survive but i'm no survivor.

I used to look sick, but now I look dead.
Meredith Darrah Apr 2018
my veins flow with life
life flows through me and nourishes the flowers that grow in my soul
my spirit loves to wander endlessly
exploring people's hearts and minds with every intent to learn more
seeing the flowers that grow in their soul
every cell fights to keep me alive
i am connected with the universe
every cell relates us to everything to exist in the universe
we are all one
put down our boundaries and restraints and you will be set free
you will see what i see
pure bliss
we are all one
we are the universe
I have got a language
the language I speak in
the language I understand more
the language that I do not understand
the language people like
the language people do not like

There is a voice that comforts
that makes people move
that makes statutes move
that shakes the world more.

You need to learn it
to understand it better
but you even do not need to learn it
because you are born with it.

I may not be rich
I may not be skillful
Also, I know I am not that good

The vain hunted my heart
the sorrow was my breakfast
I cried in my bedsheets
people called me coward
I was an awkward in front of everyone



I have got a love
Now I have fallen in love
I have got someone
someone that hears me
someone that heals me
someone that knows my everything
someone I tell my secrets

I also understand hers merely
she gives me a good life.
She gave me life.

Poetry gave me life
It brought me back to life
Poetry understands my everything
Poetry is my love
Poetry is mu crush

I AM A POET IN LOVE WITH POETRY
Fritzi Melendez Feb 2018
I bite my cheeks down until my mouth foams with blood and saliva.
Intentionally or not, I love the copper taste.
My eyes can only see the normality of it all.
But to others, I look like I need help.

I grit my teeth until they crack and fall out of my lips.
The blood gushes out, **** I can't get enough of this.
This pain that my body seeks to self destruct.
It's harmful pleasure that emits from my nerves.

I chew at the sides of my mouth as it leaks out with blood.
So bittersweet, I can't believe my body produces this.
I guess it's just me trying to calm my nerves.
I can't stop shaking while I type these words.

I scratch my left hand until I peel off the skin.
Through my muscle tissues and my leaking red veins, I can see the end.
I feel my eyes go wide and turn crazed.
I'm not suicidal, I'm just a mess, okay?

I dig my finger nails deep into my palms.
Little crescent like shapes of a blood red moon.
I feel like I have the world in my hands.
But is it dangerous to give that power to an insane man?

I punch erratically until my knuckles turn blue and red.
Licking off the residue of blood stained cement.
I feel the adrenaline rushing through me.
Punching the ground until my skeleton gets a taste to.

I slit my arms to perfect red dotted lines of 11.
There's a specific reason for that number.
But it's a secret you'll never find, so I just laugh.
While you watch me split my skin in half.

I bite my lips until they to begin to bleed.
If I do this enough, maybe I won't have to ever speak.
I **** until my lips turn dry.
And I penetrate through my skin with my teeth once again.

I chew my nails down to the core.
Watching the red water bleed through the cracks of my fingers.
The stinging sensation that makes my chest tense.
But floods my face with a warm, bright red.

The demons have already chewed down to my bones.
It's slow, but painful, but I love their tongue sliding on my flesh.
Sinking their teeth to rip me to shreds.
And so I bite down more and savor the taste.
I am self-destructing.
cait Feb 2018
overflowing with love

now here I am
trying to pull myself from this drought

I miss drowning
I’m trying to remember what it was like
Marte Lindholm Feb 2018
Waiting for you
Starts a fire inside of me
I feel it in my heart
The pain induced by the flames
And they heat up
Making the blood in my veins
Start boiling
Slowly killing me

Still waiting
I feel the anxiety
Crawling up
My throat
Spreading its vines
Thickening
Soon choking me
Slowly killing me


The only thing
Left to do
Is to pray that
The fire inside of me
Will burn the crawling vines
To stop the unbearable choking
And I'll finally be able
To breathe again
What to do when everything feels like a mess and I stand in the middle, all tangled up
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