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In one forsaken patch of a dying town
Dwells a queer old thing with skeletal feet
This ancient place has blackened walls
and blackened floors
And crumbling wooden doors
The china dolls on the walls are deathly still
the silent room is laced will a sinister chill
demented smile, a head full of lies
and jars full of dead eyes
porcelain skin, porcelain mind
her sanity, our miss will never find
her array of knives, her prized possessions
are all fair and fine
and if her mirror listened, she'd tell it proudly,
" The blood on my hands is never mine."
Forgotten ghosts roam for miles around
Whispering their plight in plain sight
When this phantom town runs out of folk to mar
One wonders if our miss will eat her own heart out
violent cannibal gruesome
 Feb 2020 Veronica
Edmund black
A    Rose  Is a Rose , No matter
If        it      has     its    beauty
Torn      into      pieces
And
Yet     we’ve     failed
Miserably
To    see
our
Selves
L
I
K
E
A
R
       O
              S
                       E
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Left Foot Poet
~~~
for our children and their children
~~~

the reason we say so oft,
in whispers emboldened,

I love you

to our children
is not the utility of
its summarizing brevity

no, no.
it is because

the eloquence of simplicity
supersedes any other poem
we could ever write...
~~~

July 26 2015
 Feb 2020 Veronica
David
Empathy
 Feb 2020 Veronica
David
I see the demons in these people,
Tired eyes carrying the weight of self infliction and the sight of monstrosities,
They do not see the sun,
And their breath is a tax
 Feb 2020 Veronica
Traveler
Suddenly there was a loss of interest,
why do we insist upon gratification.
I suspect we are limited
by our own realities.
We sleep while the dreaming’s good.
Until a force awakens us,
then we sleep walk
through our nightmares.
Until we realize
we were never asleep.
...........
Traveler Tim
Are you happy of what you left?
All the pain and hurt I’ve kept;
You’ll never know,
The doubt upon me you did bestow,

Are you happy you fled so fast?
Fleeing the love you so eager grasped,
Are you happy of the rules you escaped,
Because you couldn’t help but try them break,

Are you happy of all the promises you never proved?
Are you so cruel you stay unmoved.
Are you happy of all you’ve denied?
All my expectations that you defied.

Are you happy that you lied?
Happy you went against for what I cried,
Having said words too premature?
Ignoring all I said to be of unsure,

Are you happy that you’re gone?
Are you happy that you’re wrong?
Guess your not,
And guess you are,
Because you’ve resorted to bullying me thus far,

Are you happy?
That we’re through?
So if you are whys it seems untrue.

Are you happy to escape my whines?
Because I didn’t fall for your practiced lines,
Are you happy you escaped the standards I preach?
A standard your sorry *** could never reach.

Are you happy for this bitter pill?
My broken heart your wicked thrill,
Are you happy you got your prize?
Until you got bored and wished rewards of a larger size,

Are you happy that you won?
Do you think me not strong?

Are you happy?
That you’re weak,
Because no man speaks the words you speak.

Are you happy to be a worm?
As for all the others you did so squirm,

Are you happy?
That I hurt,
Are you happy?
Are you dirt?

Are you content with what you’ve done?
Are you happy with this story you have spun?

Are you happy that little’s been?
Are you happy that things go unseen?

Why can’t you just let me walk away?
Why do you play these games where I must stay?

Are you happy?

I doubt it true,
Because some what I believe you do rue,
It explains of the methods you choose,
Those methods you use to my protected heart ruse.

Are you happy of it all gone wrong?
Are you happy that together we will never belong?
 Feb 2020 Veronica
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Title          : My Life With
                     Monster Pain
Poet          : Phyll
Genre       : Life/Pain/sorrow
Year          : 2018
P/SwNO. : 116

( Content; this piece is based on my own true story and applies to our day to day life experiences.Anyone who reads this might find it weird and some actions i did to be stupid but i had no choice.Life is full of pain and when we find ourselves in this situation tend to shy off from our on demons instead of facing them.Personally pain pushed me to the walls twice i attempted to commit suicide with no success but just added more pain on myself.That's when i realised that,no matter how difficult life is and how much pain you endure DON'T give in to those crazy ideas that run through your mind but instead get positive and helpful idea.)

MY LIFE WITH MONSTER PAIN-By Phyll

Life is full of unexpected things,
Luckily,
you can be friends with your enemies;

Unfortunately,
your own life turn to be your enemies.

See,
life is full of surprises.

Funny it may seems, and at the same time,
It will hurt you truly with a monster called Pain.

In my life I have lost big opportunities,not once nor twice but uncountable times.

I had even forgotten how to smile,
how to see a bit further, beyond this misery.

I had also forgotten how to be happy,
how to trust anyone, give them power over me.

I had even forgotten how to be me,
I buried everything deep inside, just to hide it from others.


You taught me how to smile again,
to laugh without reason, to cry from the joy.

Dear Pain,
Thank you for revealing my error again,
showing that path of tears lie in sorrow, not in joy.

Thank you for taking it all away,
making me to hide myself again, to trust no one.

Thank you for telling I am nothing,
pointing my place, to be an outcast in life by my own choice.

And now
I'm making love
Not with a fake human being
But with a brand new razor blade.

Love me,
my razor blade.

Peel my skin,
make me scream.

Sink so deep,
make me weep.

Cut my flesh,
make me bleed.

Take my life,
set me free.

Conversing to myself like a mad man,
Not even 'like' but i had gone insane.

With nice little twist,
I slit my wrist...

Not waiting for life to ****,
rather my own blood I spill.

It's my own choice, I have no fears,
only pain, in eyes some unshed tears.

On the floor, blood making stains,
slowly releasing me from my pains.

****** stains, stains like in my soul,
caused by all the pain, this life Is so full foul...

Vision finally fading away, soon it's all done,
staring darkness, oh so black, soon it's all gone.

Soon I'm released, free from this pain,
suffering and life, it was all just in vain.

Thought,how funny blood makes difference between life and death,
farewell life, so painful, so useless, gonna take my last breath;I told myself.

The pain i felt left many queries unanswered but rather more questions continued acquired.

Why should I listen to my heart,
When It brings nothing but pain.
Why should I fall apart,
When Everytime is the same.

Why should I follow a fake a dream
knowing it will bring nothing but more scream
Why should I ... ?
When I ...

Do you feel me ???

Why should I wait all day?
I feel but I cannot speak it out,
Why do I feel this week weak?

You Moster Do you really feel me?

Why should I go through this agony?
Why can't I just follow my destiny?
Why can't I just let of life?
Maybe because ...
Maybe ... Maybe.

Dear Pain,I do feel You,
But have you ever felt me?

No doubt that;

The pain is in me,
The pain will not leave me.
The pain is all i feel in me,
It's now apart of me.

I just want to;

Cut out my heart,
Cut out my emotions.
Cut out you monster pain!

Only in darkness do i find peace,
Only in darkness can i escape.
Only if this darkness could stay,
But unluckily it wouldn't obey.

I just want to;

Cut out my heart,
Cut out my emotions.
Cut out you monster pain!

But this only added more pain,
I guess they were right;
When they said 'No Pain No Gain'.
The pain i felt made me gain more scars,lesson and experiences never to be forgotten in my entire life.

No doubt that,
Life is full of unexpected things,

Luckily,
you can be friends with your enemies;

Unfortunately,
your own life turns to be your enemies.

See,
life is full of surprises.

Funny it may seems, and at the same time,
It will hurt you truly with monster Pain.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
COPYRIGHT BY PHYLL
*(C)2018.
Everyone has a story to share.this is my stooooory

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