#mentall - Hello Poetry

Me has podrido la carne, ya fétida y flácida, atada a esta infértil existencia. Sin rebeldía alguna me someto a tu yugo. Derramemos mi sangre y bailemos sobre mis lágrimas en el fango. Asqueados de este ente, aniquilemos mi esencia.

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Dec 21, 2019

Dec 21, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC

uncool_cole

Ansiedad I

Me has podrido la carne, ya fétida y flácida, atada a esta infértil existencia. Sin rebeldía alguna me someto a tu yugo. Derramemos mi sangre y bailemos sobre mis lágrimas en el fango. Asqueados de este ente, aniquilemos mi esencia.

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It is dark there is not enough sun here to make you feel okay again and you may be in the sunshine state but your insides are the deep hollowed the shadows cast on the cement there is no reprieve there is no intermission there is just tired and exhausted and falling too many times to count constantly spiraling constantly finding ways to survive through this cycle through this rough patch it's the third time this week you've cried yourself to sleep and its only Tuesday morning but somehow you remember that even with each breaking feels like so ******* close to the edge that even though each falling feels like you might never breathe again somehow you remember that you have been here so many times before and there may be no reprieve and there is definitely no intermission but even though tired and exhausted and falling you have survived this far you may not be sure you'll ever make it out of the shadows but you're pretty **** sure you'll keep on surviving anyway

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC

raquel-butler

:(:

It is dark there is not enough sun here to make you feel okay again and you may be in the sunshine state but your insides are the deep hollowed the shadows cast on the cement there is no reprieve there is no intermission there is just tired and exhausted and falling too many times to count constantly spiraling constantly finding ways to survive through this cycle through this rough patch it's the third time this week you've cried yourself to sleep and its only Tuesday morning but somehow you remember that even with each breaking feels like so ******* close to the edge that even though each falling feels like you might never breathe again somehow you remember that you have been here so many times before and there may be no reprieve and there is definitely no intermission but even though tired and exhausted and falling you have survived this far you may not be sure you'll ever make it out of the shadows but you're pretty **** sure you'll keep on surviving anyway

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Symptomatic time bomb. Deluded delusions of ethereal projections, A dissociated self of severe sorrow. Louder now, the crooning calls, The malevolent mayhem of voices. Sleepless nights, onset insomnia. A refuge from reality is lacking. Dreams sent packing. Nightmares walk. People talk. And time offers no relief. Crawling inside, fear growing. Fiendish thoughts, lethal insanity. Scribe away, transference of pain. Words trapped between pages, A book of demons, all of them screaming. Bound by a spine of mental failing. Fold the latch, turn the key. Bury this bastard's tale. Rinse and repeat, With each rising defeat. And pray the delay of further tells, These fortunes of the lost amd the broken.

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC

devin-ortiz

A Bastard's Tale

Symptomatic time bomb. Deluded delusions of ethereal projections, A dissociated self of severe sorrow. Louder now, the crooning calls, The malevolent mayhem of voices. Sleepless nights, onset insomnia. A refuge from reality is lacking. Dreams sent packing. Nightmares walk. People talk. And time offers no relief. Crawling inside, fear growing. Fiendish thoughts, lethal insanity. Scribe away, transference of pain. Words trapped between pages, A book of demons, all of them screaming. Bound by a spine of mental failing. Fold the latch, turn the key. Bury this bastard's tale. Rinse and repeat, With each rising defeat. And pray the delay of further tells, These fortunes of the lost amd the broken.

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I am constraint In a constraint body I move from thought to thought race between a permanent solitude I hear a screaming voice and it´s my own She´s screaming out my own deepest secrets Who did I tell my shame? If not you You keep me, in a confinement locked in among my frustrated fears morbidly amused by their strenght I stay in here. Where else would I go If not back to you.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC

StarDecember

Dear schizophrenia

I am constraint In a constraint body I move from thought to thought race between a permanent solitude I hear a screaming voice and it´s my own She´s screaming out my own deepest secrets Who did I tell my shame? If not you You keep me, in a confinement locked in among my frustrated fears morbidly amused by their strenght I stay in here. Where else would I go If not back to you.

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at last she lays still how frigid and stiff she may be I can never find a way to touch her I still cannot escape the curves You fill me in the middle of a lonesome afternoon From the shadows rising to find my wounds Against the rough embrace of heaven flows my nightmares How my fighting spirit will endure them all! This is a time when All I love wants to devour me.

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Sep 20, 2015

Sep 20, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC

StarDecember

Aniexty

at last she lays still how frigid and stiff she may be I can never find a way to touch her I still cannot escape the curves You fill me in the middle of a lonesome afternoon From the shadows rising to find my wounds Against the rough embrace of heaven flows my nightmares How my fighting spirit will endure them all! This is a time when All I love wants to devour me.

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