#chester - Hello Poetry

"i'm holding on why is everything so heavy?"- Chester Bennington

0

May 26, 2019

May 26, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC

EmotionallyDamagedGirl

7/20/17

"i'm holding on why is everything so heavy?"- Chester Bennington

2

Chester draws big crowds on raceday. Employees dress up for away-days, And punters hope for a big pay-day. But, come the end of the day, After bad bets that were the last straw, All the fancy garb is taken off, And put back in the chest of drawers.

0

Jan 4, 2019

Jan 4, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC

eryri

Chester Draws

Chester draws big crowds on raceday. Employees dress up for away-days, And punters hope for a big pay-day. But, come the end of the day, After bad bets that were the last straw, All the fancy garb is taken off, And put back in the chest of drawers.

7

Get me out of here, man. I've got the fear, It's killing me inside. I'm losing out, losing time Totally lost, my thoughts are crimes. I've lost my voice, I've lost my soul, I know it's my fault. I know. The problem you see, is that I'm too scared to leave, I'm stuck in this rut, this beautiful rut. Everything's so comfortable, I feel okay..in this house; with its four walls and a bed so divine. But... When should okay ever be enough? Surely okay is enough. It's not enough. It's not. There's got to be more to life than this, a life so settled, so normal, so boring...so stiff. Get me out of here, I've got the fear, It's killing me inside. I'm losing out, losing time Totally lost, my thoughts are crimes. I've lost my voice, I've lost my soul, I know it's my fault. I know.

0

Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC

dom-smith

Never Be Content

Get me out of here, man. I've got the fear, It's killing me inside. I'm losing out, losing time Totally lost, my thoughts are crimes. I've lost my voice, I've lost my soul, I know it's my fault. I know. The problem you see, is that I'm too scared to leave, I'm stuck in this rut, this beautiful rut. Everything's so comfortable, I feel okay..in this house; with its four walls and a bed so divine. But... When should okay ever be enough? Surely okay is enough. It's not enough. It's not. There's got to be more to life than this, a life so settled, so normal, so boring...so stiff. Get me out of here, I've got the fear, It's killing me inside. I'm losing out, losing time Totally lost, my thoughts are crimes. I've lost my voice, I've lost my soul, I know it's my fault. I know.

17

Your lips say that you love Your eyes say that you hate It’s written upon your face All the lies how they cut so deeply Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge I’m holding on Why is everything so heavy? Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple Sometimes goodbye is the only way It’s so much easier to go than face all this pain here all alone Set the silence free to wash away the worst of me ‘cause everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you Forget our memories Forget our possibilities We’re building it up, to break it back down We’re building it up, to burn it down Take everything from the inside and throw it all away Remember all the sadness and frustration and let it go So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do 'Cause I’m only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see I tried so hard and got so far But in the end, it doesn’t even matter We said it was forever but then it slipped away Standing at the end of the final masquerade

0

Jul 31, 2017

Jul 31, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC

shaxpoison

Chester Bennington (Tribute)

Your lips say that you love Your eyes say that you hate It’s written upon your face All the lies how they cut so deeply Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge I’m holding on Why is everything so heavy? Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple Sometimes goodbye is the only way It’s so much easier to go than face all this pain here all alone Set the silence free to wash away the worst of me ‘cause everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you Forget our memories Forget our possibilities We’re building it up, to break it back down We’re building it up, to burn it down Take everything from the inside and throw it all away Remember all the sadness and frustration and let it go So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do 'Cause I’m only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see I tried so hard and got so far But in the end, it doesn’t even matter We said it was forever but then it slipped away Standing at the end of the final masquerade

32

A poet's job is to describe the indescribable Today, I fail to be a poet Of the strings on my heart, One has snapped Rest in peace, Chester We should have heard your cries

0

Jul 21, 2017

Jul 21, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC

joshw

Even giants fall.

A poet's job is to describe the indescribable Today, I fail to be a poet Of the strings on my heart, One has snapped Rest in peace, Chester We should have heard your cries

6

Another light went dark so I am even more alone at night they ended their suffering will I end mine? The body is a sickness life is a disease how long I have to suffer? When will I be released? Heart heavy like a stone I wanna heal I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong

0

Jul 20, 2017

Jul 20, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC

jan-harak

Lights Out

Another light went dark so I am even more alone at night they ended their suffering will I end mine? The body is a sickness life is a disease how long I have to suffer? When will I be released? Heart heavy like a stone I wanna heal I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong

12

Walking around Widener bookstore Brown bag 40oz in grip on the first floor Hurricane my life and future funneled life a twister whimsical whirlwind down the hatch guzzle guzzle. Oh, Christie! How are you!? can you see I am a mess? I know Youtell my Chinese girlfriend from our study abroad you saw me a mess in the bookstore. SHe is now heartbroken in chongquing. see ah ha later im just returning books to get dope money. LAter Oh, I see you are stocking that Stranger Camus Langston Hughes English 102 I drift in my own “end of summers night” still dreamin’ still falllin’ Dropping, stumbling, the house of German exchange professors Sequestered on speed ***** Welcome to Chester Corpse exquisite the Bride resides in physics-compartmentalized-drawers hiding refuge from the storm He was Alone ( Most of the time he got weirded out easily)

0

Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC

caligulas-exit

Introduction to the Formal Elements

Walking around Widener bookstore Brown bag 40oz in grip on the first floor Hurricane my life and future funneled life a twister whimsical whirlwind down the hatch guzzle guzzle. Oh, Christie! How are you!? can you see I am a mess? I know Youtell my Chinese girlfriend from our study abroad you saw me a mess in the bookstore. SHe is now heartbroken in chongquing. see ah ha later im just returning books to get dope money. LAter Oh, I see you are stocking that Stranger Camus Langston Hughes English 102 I drift in my own “end of summers night” still dreamin’ still falllin’ Dropping, stumbling, the house of German exchange professors Sequestered on speed ***** Welcome to Chester Corpse exquisite the Bride resides in physics-compartmentalized-drawers hiding refuge from the storm He was Alone ( Most of the time he got weirded out easily)

21