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ThePoet Oct 2017
Just because
I bear
the pain,
it doesn’t
mean it’s
bearable
ThePoet Sep 2015
Mentally
insane,
psychologically
distorted,
I'm physically
in pain,
and I'm
emotionally
contorted
ThePoet 7d
As I walk each crowded street
Foreign, reserved, and alone
Past memories once complete
Distant, concealed, and unknown

My eyes recollect the places
But the places remain obscured
My heart will connect to the faces
But the faces remain unassured

The strangers will pass me by
Ordinary, humble, or proud
Their voices will laugh and sigh
Composed, quiet, or loud

I walked once through this door
But the door remains never open
I felt belonging here once before
But the before remains now broken
ThePoet Apr 2016
Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start
ThePoet Dec 2020
We were gifted sleep so we could only
have visions of madness
And bestowed eyes that would only
cry tears of sadness

We were granted arms so we could only
fend against the violence
And blessed with ears that would only
hear ignores and silence

We were gifted hands so we could only
hold the weight of the earth
And bestowed minds that would only
think less of our worth

We were granted feet so we could only
run away from the dangers
And blessed with hearts that would only
confide in the strangers

We were gifted lives so we could only
plea for our own deaths
And bestowed lungs that would only
breathe meaningless breaths

We were granted mouths so we could only
converse in our screams
And blessed with bodies that would only
be alive in our dreams
ThePoet Jun 2020
The heart never stops sinking
And it’s felt low and immensely
High and intensely

An emotional seizure

The mind never stops thinking
And it’s thought deep and over caring
Cold and overbearing

Death is our leisure
ThePoet Aug 2015
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn
ThePoet Jun 2015
I spent
my life
designing a
border,
between myself
and the
world of
disorder
But the
border was
breached by
a world
so sick,
with hearts
of stone
and minds
of brick
ThePoet Dec 2015
I could never be calmed
by one who's in control

I could never be taught
by one who has it all

I could never be filled
by one whose heart is whole

But I could only be healed
by another broken soul
ThePoet Nov 2015
There is a world of blessing  
that is awaiting to surround me,
but piles of dust and ashes
are the only things around me

There is a world of beauty
that is awaiting to find me,
but this prison of darkness 
has locked and confined me
ThePoet May 2016
The dusk made up of darkness
The dawn contained of light
As you were the break of day
I was the shadow of night

The bad made up of blackness
The good contained of white
As I was everything wrong 
You were everything right
ThePoet May 2015
I'm in
debt feeding
illness and
I'm too
mentally broke
ThePoet Nov 2015
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open
ThePoet Sep 2015
I took a step
back, and I
watched as
you cried,
because if
I took a step
forth, I would
have watched
as you died
ThePoet Jun 2020
We pieced our
hearts together like a
puzzle with no picture

Our love has
been a poison but
we drank it like elixir
ThePoet Jan 2015
Lust - love = nothing

Love - lust = something

Love + lust = everything
ThePoet Feb 2015
You cannot fix yourself with what

you destroyed yourself with.
ThePoet Aug 2015
So long as there's freewill,
we may never be free.
ThePoet Aug 2015
I was compelled to confide
to a life of bloodshed and thrill,
so that I would never fall low
as to say my eyes cannot see

I was enforced to reside
among those helplessly ill,
so that I would never let grow
the prideful ego in me

I was astray with no guide
lacking a purpose to fulfill,
so that I would someday go
to where I'm destined to be

I was imprisoned inside
and stripped of my freewill,
so that I would someday know
what it truly means to be free
ThePoet Jan 2015
The more we're granted,

the more we take for granted.
ThePoet Dec 2014
You hold grudges,
as if you've
never wronged anyone
yourself

You bear grudges,
as if you
don't know how
much it hurts
to have one
against yourself

Remember what you've done
Remember how it feels
ThePoet Aug 2015
And if I
were to ask
God to protect
me from harm,
I would be
asking God to
protect me
from myself.
ThePoet Dec 2014
How much do you have to hate life,

to not be scared of death?
ThePoet Nov 2015
There are no limits within a dream
Insanity at its most extreme
Imagination aged the child
It made me strong, it made me wild

I have ocean secrets growing deep
They're mine to ponder, mine to keep
Creativity taught and raised the kid
It gave me hopes in the places I hid
ThePoet Mar 2018
I only pretend with pretenders
And contend with contenders
I'm only giving to the givers
And forgiving to forgivers

I'm only strange with strangers
And dangerous with dangers
I'm only hateful to the haters
And traitorous to traitors
ThePoet Oct 2015
I embrace the terror 
inside my cries,
and face my hurt
with gentle eyes

And to some it's
found to be a gain,
to become immune
to all the pain
ThePoet Oct 2015
If only there could have been
some type of an in-between
That could take me for awhile
to a world that I've never seen

It's not that I want to come
It's just I don't want to go
It's not that I want a high
It's just I don't want a low

I don't want myself without
But I don't want myself within
I don't want to commit to good
But I don't want to commit to sin 

It's not that I want to win
It's just I don't want to lose
It's not that I want a mystery
It's just I don't want the clues

I don't want to say hello 
But I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want myself to live
But I don't want myself to die

If only there could have been
some type of an in-between
That could take me for awhile
to a world that I've never seen
ThePoet Nov 2016
Bound by

this rule,

in this

chaos I think

My pain is

my fuel,

and my blood

is my ink
ThePoet Mar 2016
Inspiration was never
derived from what I saw
and admired, never
from what I felt
and desired. I found
it in a place where
I was weak and prone,
with broken bones,
unknown to the world
and alone on my own.
ThePoet Feb 12
4:21am,
and I’m not sure where the hours went
Wondering if it’s worth it all,
all of the wasted time spent?
Struggling to keep myself around
Plummeting deep into the ground
The line I crossed is where I’m bound
A game of lost and never found

4:32am,
and I’m not sure when it started
Wondering if I deserve it all,
whatever left me broken hearted?
A shallow rise for a deeper low
If I swallow lies then I can’t let go
It’s always yes when it should be no
But I reminisce what I used to know

4:43am,
and I’m not sure how it ended
Wondering if I divert it all,
will I come out the other side mended?
I hide in thoughts buried in my head
Live inside the plots I made up instead
I can’t revive when I know I’m dead
And I won’t survive in the life I’ve led

4:54am,
and I’m not sure if I’m myself again
Wondering if I revert it all,
can I go back in time before it all began?
I knew it’s wrong but it felt too right
I grew so strong but I lost the fight
Intertwined with the depths of night
It’s where I find just a glimmer of light

The silence is deafening when it makes a sound
ThePoet Jul 2017
I'm scared of the tears

that I don't cry

The days like this

that I don't die

I'm scared of the pain

that slips my mind

It comes back harder

than what I left behind
ThePoet Oct 2019
Sometimes we find
that our inners hide
Unable to break free
from their confines
So we let them grow
and overflow inside
To course through the
veins of all our lines
ThePoet Mar 2016
What is it like to be touched
by the touch, of the one
you have dreamed
of and longed for so much?

What is it like to be loved
by the love, of the one
you have begged
for to the heavens above?
ThePoet 5d
It’s your love that drives my
heart to insanity,
it drives me back to you

And your love prevails over
the whole of humanity,
regardless of what you do
ThePoet Jan 2015
Your eyes are my weakness
Your scent is my proneness
Your lips are my vulnerability
Your hair is my susceptibility

Your voice is my instability
Your touch is my humility
Your lust is my inferiority
Your love is my superiority
ThePoet May 2018
I wasn’t
born a
monster,
I was
raised a
monster.
ThePoet Dec 2015
We reminisce

each passing year,

and forget what

is already here

We only live the

moments and await,

for another sad

and nostalgic state
ThePoet Feb 2016
You gave

strength to my

weaknesses,

power to my

helplessness,

purpose to my

lifelessness,

something to my

nothingness
ThePoet Sep 2014
Cry me an ocean

not a river,

I like depth

not flow
ThePoet Mar 2015
It is an oppression to keep me alive,

a mercy to let me die.
ThePoet Sep 2015
I've only been affected 
by anything other 
than affection
The only plan made
was to never have 
anything planned
I've only been 
perfect at living as 
an imperfection
The only thing I
understood was how 
much I didn't understand
ThePoet Jan 2015
You'll never remember
the bad when
you're in the
good.

But you'll always
remember the good
when you're in
the bad.

Pain is the
greatest necessity
of pleasure.
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