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How unfortunate The bird flies yet sees no joy Falls down, falling down One hundred meters Its wings remain by its sides Goes down, going down Seventy meters The clouds and the ground too far Glides down, gliding down Just fifty meters Grass isn’t any greener Zings down, zinging down Only twenty left Eyes closed and body waiting Comes down, coming down Ten meters to go Each blade of grass countable Soars down, soaring down Only ten seconds Now only seven seconds Crash down, crashing down Five, four, three, two, one The bird colors the ground red Nothing but silence
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4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:10 AM UTC
A Stutter in Descent
the heroes of those action movies from the 80s and 90s always looked so much cooler with their split lips and bloodied noses than i ever could as they faced off against the villain    of the piece bruised and aching they would struggle on regardless of pain their success set back but inevitable nonetheless to be honest i would love to see one of those heroes try to overcome the villain    of my peace i've had plenty of nose bleeds through the years but most of them self-inflected
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Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 9:54 AM UTC
one of those heroes
mithridatism the act of poisoning until                       you are no longer                       vulnerable to you   to your heat, heart, humor taking you piece by piece until I can stomach              you                   whole
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
the act of
i'm a victim, no, a demon poisoned by my own hand can't rest from the voices and high are their demands so i live in ups and downs guided by the whispers i know i do this to myself but i can't always remember
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
uncertainty
Each wilted word that fell from those thorny lips only bred despair. but. those piercing lips and sharpened tongue which mercilessly cut others down also cut itself to shattered bits every. single. time.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
casualty
Here I am bleeding again Taken aback by mortal fear. Staring at faith Staged by hope-- Pouring rain on visceral cage– The sound of deep Calling to deep. Repressed feelings buried by Time. Epitaph reads on the forgotten Grave: "Here lies the child now grown. His hopes and dreams Dashed to pieces. This is where the child died." I often hear the Mystic Keeper Calling from night And tradition calling from Artificial light As I run through scorched Barren Fields of doubt, Walking barefoot over these Coals Crouching low To hide my eyes As I run And as I hide From what has already been revealed-- The tombstone says it all. When I am out on the water Lost in the Channel fog I often see fleeting glimpses of White cliffs of hope Like the white cliffs of Dover Shining on the edge of Melancholy Sea. But they often turn out to be Withered white Seeds of religious platitudes. And then there is the ready Reflection Of the looking glass That often tricks the Beholder. For in it truth is not seen. What is seen is graffiti of soul Hiding the crumbling Cracks of age– The threshold where Sanity meets its end. Isolation has become A shining steel blade Cutting deep Into the heart of hearts. Nothing lives after amputation. Depending on emotional Prosthetics-- Phantom pain When nothing is There. But in the midst of these Devastations I am learning to take-- Howbeit reluctantly-- The hand of trust and grace; Allowing Hope to build A fortress for dreams… Set boundaries better Than no control at all.
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Phantom Pain
Here I am bleeding again Taken aback by mortal fear. Staring at faith Staged by hope-- Pouring rain on visceral cage– The sound of deep Calling to deep. Repressed feelings buried by Time. Epitaph reads on the forgotten Grave: "Here lies the child now grown. His hopes and dreams Dashed to pieces. This is where the child died." I often hear the Mystic Keeper Calling from night And tradition calling from Artificial light As I run through scorched Barren Fields of doubt, Walking barefoot over these Coals Crouching low To hide my eyes As I run And as I hide From what has already been revealed-- The tombstone says it all. When I am out on the water Lost in the Channel fog I often see fleeting glimpses of White cliffs of hope Like the white cliffs of Dover Shining on the edge of Melancholy Sea. But they often turn out to be Withered white Seeds of religious platitudes. And then there is the ready Reflection Of the looking glass That often tricks the Beholder. For in it truth is not seen. What is seen is graffiti of soul Hiding the crumbling Cracks of age– The threshold where Sanity meets its end. Isolation has become A shining steel blade Cutting deep Into the heart of hearts. Nothing lives after amputation. Depending on emotional Prosthetics-- Phantom pain When nothing is There. But in the midst of these Devastations I am learning to take-- Howbeit reluctantly-- The hand of trust and grace; Allowing Hope to build A fortress for dreams… Set boundaries better Than no control at all.
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Love poem Never read In a letter Never sent. Self-inflicted torment. -- Eleanor
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Secret Admiror
Sadly this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts She must turn cold For over her, people just rolled She alway knew they would But she still did what she could She so desperately wanted to belive That everyone that was truly in need Would appreciate what she did She had the faith of a little kid She believed there was good in most everyone But now with all of that, she was done There finally was that last straw Finally a line she had to draw This decision was agonizingly painful After this, she didn't know what she would live for, would she be able The pain of this was greater then all that had came before This killing of her own soul hurt so much more Than what any human monster had inflicted With this her heart would truly be restricted She took the broken pieces of her being Ground them to dust as tears down her checks kept steaming She knew with this final self inflicted act There would be no coming back There would be no more love, no hope If not for drugs, how would she cope With one last sigh One last cry She pounded what made her, her to dust She felt no other way out, it was a must The chain that bound her to helping others just turned to rust It broke and fell away She wondered why on this earth would she now stay For with all the good she had tried to spread into this wicked place She sincerely thought it would be returned when difficulties she faced Only to find No other human would act as kind Every single person she tured to Only replied "what can I do" "I would help, but I must put myself first" Her loving heart made her feel so utterly cursed So she decided that was it No longer with the afflicted would she sit No longer would she put others before herself They could all fall off the ******* shelf This decision was not freeing It was gonna **** her completely, her fragile soul, her being It was gonna break the ties that held her to this life But when she need help, no one was there to end the strife Now this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts Now she is as cold and heartless as the rest But look really hard, there is still the stain of tears upon her breast
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
Helping Hand is no More
Sadly this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts She must turn cold For over her, people just rolled She alway knew they would But she still did what she could She so desperately wanted to belive That everyone that was truly in need Would appreciate what she did She had the faith of a little kid She believed there was good in most everyone But now with all of that, she was done There finally was that last straw Finally a line she had to draw This decision was agonizingly painful After this, she didn't know what she would live for, would she be able The pain of this was greater then all that had came before This killing of her own soul hurt so much more Than what any human monster had inflicted With this her heart would truly be restricted She took the broken pieces of her being Ground them to dust as tears down her checks kept steaming She knew with this final self inflicted act There would be no coming back There would be no more love, no hope If not for drugs, how would she cope With one last sigh One last cry She pounded what made her, her to dust She felt no other way out, it was a must The chain that bound her to helping others just turned to rust It broke and fell away She wondered why on this earth would she now stay For with all the good she had tried to spread into this wicked place She sincerely thought it would be returned when difficulties she faced Only to find No other human would act as kind Every single person she tured to Only replied "what can I do" "I would help, but I must put myself first" Her loving heart made her feel so utterly cursed So she decided that was it No longer with the afflicted would she sit No longer would she put others before herself They could all fall off the ******* shelf This decision was not freeing It was gonna **** her completely, her fragile soul, her being It was gonna break the ties that held her to this life But when she need help, no one was there to end the strife Now this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts Now she is as cold and heartless as the rest But look really hard, there is still the stain of tears upon her breast
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There's just one thing I long to do to you. My minds fed up; Frustrated. I want to give you a ******* Facelift! Staring at yourself have you ever seen- Your face so beautiful? Have you ever been replaced While watching it all go down? I can't erase you from my mind I can't controll the way I feel Your memory Consumes me Like the cancer that you are. I can't erase- Or turn back time. I'm so ******* sick from this DEPRAVITY CONSUMES ME time to **** this ******* ***** This times for real ***** Deep breath in! Beauty... It's only skin deep! And so is my knife, I'll erase you! This times for real now So let's begin! Maybe it's always been me... It's all in my mind, I'll replace you. REPLACE YOU! IT'S ALL IN MY MIND [I'LL REPLACE YOU]
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
[un]hinged
Voices, voices is all I hear They tell me to come over here I silently say no Then they turn into crows Nitpicking on my skin Leaving marks of my sins They laugh and laugh Their laughters turns into wraths They throw me against the wall Feeding me pain like its a brawl But I don't fight back All my willpower were taken into a sack The voices are winning I am losing Then you whispered into my ears Saying to stop drowning in your tears You lend me your hand And said we'll fight the voices as we firmly stand They're gone Whistling to a mortifying song You too, soon disappear I start to fear I try to feel my way out But there's no way out You stole the key Closed me in the darkness Taunting me, shoving me into the walls My heart cracks and out he crawls He lends his hand I reached for it but it dissolved into sand He fades away into my past I'm free at last.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
"Unheard Mischiefs"
It's growling at me With its emotionless eyes As my fears grow, it starts to see It's growling with all its lies Black as the devil's soul Creating a never endless pain A dead wicked ghoul Stuck like an unremovable stain It taunts and laughs wickedly It spitted out, "You're weak just like your mother." I spatter out bitterly But it doesn't seem to bother Bickering, bickering for who's right The lies connected my fate No longer do I see the light I'm no longer in the zone, going mentally insane "Let me out!," I shrieked But it smiled and escaped I'm no longer within the breach I'm all caged.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
"My Caged Shadow"
She is a chaotic mess Who is a genius yet makes no complete sense She is weak but willing to fight the war She constantly asks herself, "How long and how far?" How long until the storm ends? When will her thoughts finally be her friend? Because inside, it's a monstrosity and it's killing her with curiousity Consumed in her chaos, in her little paradox.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
"Paradox¿"
Knowing what I did I can't go on I've killed myself And watched As I decay Watched as the Blood flowed Watched as I Died in pain How do I live If I'm already looking At my own body
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Who am I??
You told me that you were fine But I knew you never said that You'd always answer, "Wonderful!" or "Great!" I knew the place you were at. There was something in your mood The way you held yourself It was obvious that you were bothered But what was behind feeling depressed? I tried to go on as if I hadn't seen That one look in your eye But I couldn't act the happy way I do When you looked like you wanted to cry. I was afraid that you would start To pour it all on me But that was unhealthy, because I knew I couldn't be your one and only. I didn't want to pull away You'd know and wonder why Our connection and our friendship knew The meaning of every sigh. I couldn't ignore what was bothering you This you couldn't outlive So I just held you as you breathed Knowing that was all I could give. I'd seen your scars in the past You'd told me what they were But I knew there was something deeper within That made you feel impure. I wouldn't pursue the subject of your pain That I knew was inflicted by you I'd keep you in my prayers, and someday You'll find a love that's true.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Lorem Ipsum