#dreadful
Seems like it's a dreadful day,
Every light has faded away.
Then darkness begins to say,
"I am following you, on your way."
The cold breeze whispers in your ear,
"Oh sad soul, I will be staying here
Down your cheeks, every drop of tear,
Explicitly shows out your fear."
Experiencing a frightening dream,
With excruciating pain you scream.
Sorrow lingers in your mind.
To help you heal, no one you find.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
Living is dying
That's why it's so painful
Loving and hurting
They say to be grateful
Remembering to be forgiving
I'm so very forgetful
Beginning and continuing
Both have been my downfall
©2024
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 1:38 PM UTC
This society is seeming, if you cannot and haven't involve in atrocious thangs you seem counted out in the society.
_It's more arduous if you're broke. Life in nigh stuck _lamentation _in oceans of temptation._
_
_but hold on stronger
not yet the end of whole it, for no__ *matter how goes it,
dreadful night long, there shall always be a brighter day just after the dark.*
_Going to reach peak 🗻, speak affirmation,_
Amen conclusion. - C9fm
Mar 13, 2023
Mar 13, 2023 at 5:51 PM UTC
Time is but a nagging measurement
Kinetic forces, inertia unleashed
Every birthday now forth
One year closer to entropy
Deformity of my spirituality
Preserve my heart in wine
The calamity of my existence
Chaotically divine
My charity dreary
My energy empathy drains
As I share your agony
To ease your suffering
I seek refuge
Alone in the wilderness
Drawing faces on the moon
Deities behind the clouds
Here wayward creature
Are solemnly set a fowl
.....
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
Thunder rumbled at a distance,
and lightning crashed loudly
in the dark gray clouds above,
striking everything in its path,
and thus shaking the earth,
with everything on its surface
trembling with fear
The biting north wind came,
blowing everything in its way,
and swaying the trees
as they bowed at its command
Out on the lonely streets,
hooded creatures trudged,
with faces like that of demons...
Demons out to destroy!
In thousands,
they marched,
barging into every homes,
and feeding on innocent,pure blood
as the cries of their mothers echoed bitterly
in the dead of the night
Amidst the chaos,
laid a woman,
so weary and weak,
and breath almost drifting away
In her arms,
a little lad laid,
so tender and young,
but yet beautiful and pure
In his eyes,
she saw hope...
A hope she'd forever cherish,
and hold on to,
never letting go!
And thence came the demons of the night
In tens,
they marched through the door,
awakening her fears
their figures silhouetted in the dark
Her hopes,
her dreams...
All gone in a heart beat!
-Ciara
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
The light shines in the darkness
Although few can see it
It finds a way to shine through it
Those turn their back to it
Fear it will outstay
So they shove it away
Those that respect it
Have seen its array
Hoping it will sway that dreadful darkness away
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
Only four letters
and simply one syllable;
such a dreadful word.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
I miss the smell of you in bed
I miss the way you kiss my head
I miss your hand on mine
I miss the way you‘d say I look fine
I miss your hugs and their encapsulating safety
I miss the way you made my mind act crazy
I miss our laughs and emotional talks
I miss the days we would go for short walks
I miss sitting with you in close proximity
I miss the way you looked at me in a certain vicinity
I miss your smile most of all
I miss your voice echoing down the hall
I miss your eyes and their gorgeous luster
I miss my inability to find words to muster
But I think about it now and I miss none of that
Instead I just think how I want you back
Because I don’t miss your worldly qualities
Instead I miss your quirky little oddities
Everything about you is beyond this existent
I’ve hit the point of full on admittance
I’m in love with your soul and your being
Of course I’m also in love, sweetheart, with what I’m seeing
But I want you for you and not what’s outside
The day you left me part of me died
I hope to see you again in my dreams
That’s all I have left now, so it seems
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
you are the first drop of rain
after a drought,
the first blooming flower of spring.
you are a lover’s first kiss,
the feeling of shaky fingers intertwining.
you are the first tear of someone’s first broken heart,
yet you are the glue that puts it back together.
you are the warm gratitude of the thought that we are there in this planet at the same time.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
No one knew
She is hurting
No one knew
She is bleeding
No one knew
She is already
Deep down
Underneath
Drowning
Trapped in
melancholic
Depression
Fear of not belonging
Cast away because
She's uncanny
Frightened of
Another tomorrow
Knowing it's the
Sign of another
Dreadful sorrow
Full of misery
And grief.
Lost, hazed
And confused
Breathing but
Not living
Smiling but
She's dying
Suffocated
Suppressed and
Tormented
Wanting to
Escape but
There's no
Route out
A butterfly
Seized with
A broken wing
Unable to fly.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Boredom can cause you to do
horrible,
dreadful,
frightful,
shocking,
terrible
things.
That causes hair-raising
and spine-chilling thoughts
to appear in your mind.
Yet they never seem to hurt the bee,
only the bird.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
She contemplated waking up before the rain
In the hopes of feeling something--
Something other than dreary dreadful dread.
Maybe that sounds childish
And maybe, just maybe, that's okay.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
Troubles fill your mind
Rewinding to that dreadful place
A sorrowful time
That may never be replaced
Screams
Shouts
And blood all over
Swings
Gyms
And toys long gone
Grim signs filling that empty place
Long nights imagining that gruesome place
Beautiful sun coved with rainy clouds
Awaiting the time spring is set back in place
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
Time can sway and can pass away
Love can sink but can never betray!
We are nothing than a dot of clay
For we are together and forever to stay!
A wish can live and die next day
This life is real but, alas, what a fearful play
The words I think, which I can't mumble
For they are dreadful and would make one slay
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
sending shivers up our spine,
twisting our eyes to believe what we think,
unable to move because we have forgotten how,
staring at the thing outside the room,
the hands slowly slid inside the room,
wishing to horrify us more,
grabbing the **** to twist the door open,
the long creaking noise that makes us grab our covers,
the shadow looms over,
their voice was cracking and raspy,
"what do you fear, child?"
our words seem to be taken away from us,
we are helpless like a lamb when its getting preyed on,
the shadow only chuckles,
"you fear, fear itself."
you can't answer
no, you don't want to answer,
"how unfortunate for you child, for i am fear itself. "
the thing it was,
was my mind,
their was no shadow but only the thoughts that wash over me,
for our mind is fear itself
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
they all are monster
and darlin' i'm too
we all are
sometimes we think terrible things
that would make people scream
believe me..
sometimes we do dreadful things
that make people cry
believe me..
or don't believe me
because all of us are lying
monster are such a liars
..
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
anything I ignore
everything I fear
myself I became
such a mess this place
that I can't get to
forget about you
never liked my intentions
were always good
friends I wanted to make
the right choice today
this dreadful story ends
my life is worthless anyways
I don't know
everything I ignore
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
Your negativity drowned me
Pushing me further toward the bitterness of life
Making me dread every breath before taking it
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
When shall I get out of this rut?
Counting down the hours until I can go
Only five and a half now, but
I'll be back next weekend, I know.
And only thirty dollar bills a day, for what?
To get hit and kicked and yelled at
I'd rather get payed for selling my body like a ****
Or maybe I'll be a professional eater and become professionally fat.
Pure disgust is all I have to say
Until next time, dreadful day.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
For the life of me
I cannot understand the monotony
Chasing tails up and down stairwells
Ludicrous!
How can you call this excitement?
I cannot remember the last 5 minutes!
This dreadful spinning
Responsibility is heavy
Calling all my friends and family
Government mandatory
Legalized this circus
There is no way around it
you must have insurance!!!
Now they will label me
Certainly the wolf at the door
Stacking up bills
You can't afford to ignore
So maybe one day
IF you qualify
You can give someone money
When you die
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
I know i'm not really myself
when i'm doing this
I'm not quite myself very often
to be honest
but I regret
every single time I wasn't there myself.
I hate this disease
i hate this disorder
and the things it makes me do
when I'm in an island
far away from myself
living in a reality
where stolen things are quite better
than my own
and the moon shines, bitter & anguished
because I stole its shine away
and put it on the star
that lingers in my stolen
rag heart.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
the depth unfathomed deeper than death
swallowed my fragile heart
puked me out its putrid stomach
licked me up like a dog eats its sicked up meal
again and again for centuries
dripping saliva slobbering all over dreams
I was dissolved in deaths final say
and this is where we will finally be united
a silent scream into the depths of hell.
the experience of the dark night of the soul.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
What's a story without purpose.
My heart flutters uneasy when I think about my final draft.
I stapled my soul to another page not knowing what happens when both pages rip apart.
There are two tiny holes eternalized.
Forever missing those fragments.
Forever just a little empty inside.
The first page needs a new staple.
The ending needs to be rewritten -trash the other page, staple another.
What will be the new ending to my story?
What do I write on the next blank page?
I have no ******* clue.
Honestly, I'm still stuck on the first draft.
Naive enough to get attached, I thought it was absolutely perfectly dreadfully uncensored.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC