#fuckthis
Contained
Myself a mime,
Pushing the boundaries of my world.
An extrovert trapped,
In an introverted nightmare.
Escape me O Lord,
From this bitter place.
Free me my white washed walls.
Walk among rows of the sick and the dying
Find each of us in a corner
Silenced screaming sanity unhinged
Scrambling symptomatic soliloquy,
End this madness. Or end me.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
A rose is sweet
But Rosé is sweeter
Got me a bottle
When the world's a little bitter
Pour me a glass
or 2
or 3
I got nobody,
No place I gotta be
It goes
down
down
down
into the pit
I dig
down
down
down
until I'm buried underneath all my ****
...
This
sweet
sweet
sweet
Oblivion
I'm a
sweet
sweet
sweet
sweet
Contradiction
...
Hey Mr. Sun, how are you
Haven't seen you in a month or 2
or 3
or 4
I'm fine, give me more
One bottles' just a bottle until I hit the floor
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
raindrops crash across the tin roof
while her mouth issues sweet, soothing music
and the cars pass slowly
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
You sold me a love that resides in a cage,
confines of guilt that only grow stronger with age
You expect your love and all its intensity to justify your self-righteous jealousy,
as if a sufficiently suffocating love defies all practical incompatibilities
Bless me with a love that is void of steel and chains,
one that let's me grow without restraints
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
I miss you, I really do
But you obviously don't want to talk to me anymore.
So what's the point?
It hurts, it really does
But I still hope for a "Hey how are you?" Every so often.
Sometimes I miss you so much it physically hurts.
But I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to me anymore.
I just wish you would.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
If you were here -
I'd be warm. Cool. In between.
Hungry. Full.
Somewhere in between -
Amongst the push and pull.
Tired. Awake.
One or the other -
Stir. Shake.
Shiver. Sweat.
Remember. Forget.
If you were here -
Shiver. Shake.
If be either sleep or
Awake.
But here I am -
Stuck.
Push, pull
Back, forth
****
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
if there is an experiment to determine ways
of permanently doing away
with this everyday weight that is
depression,
i volunteer.
take me first.
take me first
before i send myself away.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
I genuinely hate this situation
I put myself in isolation
To honestly see what I am to everyone
As I thought before I am no one
Days of silence could turn to weeks
Yet no so called "friend" speaks
I am lost within my own contradictions
As were my initial predictions
So here I sit ****** up off something
Knowing all I'll ever be is nothing
I can barely see what I'm writing
With my blurry vision and this dim lighting
But it'll all be over soon I hope
I'm so far past trying to cope
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
Do you know what it feels like to live with this pain, the pain of your body going numb or the shocks of lightening that spread throughout your body. This feeling of helplessness when you realize you dont what the **** is wrong with you all you know is that every time it happens you want to curl in a ball and cry, everyday is getting worse and these pills arent working. Your vision starts to haze and your breathing starts to come out in pants your chest is crying in pain and the next thing you know your throat and face swell up. Your crying in pain but your trying to hide it from everyone, but those little random episodes start to stay longer than before 1 minute turns to 30 and 30 minutes turn into 3 hours you cant walk you can barely talk and there is absolutely nothing you can do to help ease the pain. Your just left a crying mess without hope...
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
My poems are sad, yet they make me glad, they bring me joy. I mock you and your actions and it makes me content, with how you left. Broken down, in my weakest state you sent me the pictures, revealed your true face. Blame myself, but truly it's you, wish for the best for the pair of you.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
I find comfort in being sarcastic, for it tricks my brain, and my feelings towards you. Like a black tarp, sarcasm covers my heart, and lets nothing sting. But that is not true. For this tarp is torn, my heart is sore, and I cant lie, to feel less blue.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
I slapped her
Hard
She deserved it
**** if I care what bridges I burn
All I see in my future now
Achole
Drugs
***
Loud music
It took two years
But I did it
I ended that **** for once
Not her
I just burned another bridge in the process
**** it
I don’t ******* care
I feel it now
I will actually go after him
**** my fears
If they rear their ugly heads
I’ll slap them like I slapped that *****
My life is mine now
**** everything that has been holding me back
The old me is now dead and buried
No more bullshiit
I will take what I want
When I want it
I dont ******* care anymore
Look over your shoulders
Lock your doors
Here I ******* come
My matches are lit
And my mind is made
**** this
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
"It's not proper poetry if it doesn't rhyme"
**** you.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
I don't know who I hate more:
Myself, for loving him
Or him, for making me
s.q.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
All I want
Is for this
******* headache
To leave me alone
Because for the past
Year and a half
The only pain
I ever feel
Is the one
Residing in my
Head
-e.w.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC