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i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall


©IGMS
when there is no one there to catch them...




they are the strongest, bravest and
saddest things I've known :(

PS:
-the thought "the rain are not afraid to fall" were not from me . :)
Nobody Aug 2018
What an appalling desire,
your heart beats so fast.
An unsettling ritual,
which refuses to pass.
A nagging numb need,
you must feel something;
go make yourself bleed.
Get it out, act now.
You wait for the great release.
One slice turns into more,
and you need it to hurt.
No one must notice,
hence the morbid allure.
You can’t stop the impulse,
once the fuse is lit.
You tremble with sickly delight,
after every slit.
You’re almost done,
carving your skin.
The pain seems gone,
but it won't be for long;
still for one moment,
you heard that sweet song.
Lumi Jul 2018
No one knows this, but you bleed words.
No one reads these words, for it's absurd.
To think your silly words might want to be heard.
Be cradled and be cherished,
A disappointment worth a demerit.
Have I got more time? I must spare it.
For you bleed words.
No one reads these words, for that's just absurd.
You're simply another cow led to pasture in the herd.
Follow the crowd or else you'll be picked out.
Lead a staggering speech, you must speak out loud.
So don't be an idiot and stand there bleeding words that no one has ever heard.
They want the perfect side of you so that's what you'll give them.
The shadow who's silent and bleeds blood like normal people do.
Normal.
People.
Oh god why can't you be normal?
Why must you twist these adjectives into slant rhymes?
Why must you make everything seem like a dream when all that's left for humans is to die.
Complete your task.
Be normal.
Normal people bleed blood.
You bleed poems you etched onto your wrist in colorful sharpie then hide under foolish hoodie sleeves.
Not even your mother knows this, these pained words she'll never see.
Look at me, why won't you just look at me?
Look at me bleeding.
Look at me bleeding blood.
Look at me being normal.
Why can't you be like me?
Why can I read you like a book, why can I see your thoughts with every nervous look.
Why can't you name a single poet other than yourself?
Why haven't you studied, oh lord you're so behind.
Too busy trying to find a creative way to describe colorfully dying.
You'll never be perfect.
You'll never be normal.
You bleed your words, and I bleed mine.
thank you so much for the support!! this is one of the first poems i ever truly wrote and i'm so happy to see something that means so much to me has affected other people too. love you!
I
should
have
told
you
to
stop
2 million way to go                                green.
0 number of people we want to

Die for a reason we can        easily fix.
Only time will tell, but in this
Late hour, please explain to me,                  What is time?
Longing to live               peacefully,
Again, when times were            simpler          and the
Rain didn't fall so hard.

Now sitting underneath this
Old Cork Tree,
Shaded from the falling rain; the
Evening looking beautiful, I call out, "Give me a pen & call me, Mrs.

Benzedrine!"
                                              ­And now
Laughing; soaking wet, from         standing in the rain.
Everywhere I go, people look at me like     I'm a nobody...
Even though,    I'm more of a somebody    then    them.
Don't lose  control   on reality.....  *it's all a dream, anyways.
copyright; 2011 McNally, Inc.
another poem written from mind to page...not really thinking about it, just to make small corrections.
came from the song 20 Dollar Nose Bleed by Fall Out Boy, along with the quote, Mrs. Benzedrine, is Mr. in the lyric, I changed it to fit me. <3
Powdered skin,
Brush strokes,
Go coat
those desperate pokes
The shakey nature
Of made up favors
So playful
And able
We are
To Make the devil
Weak in the knees
As he does me,
So what if you suffer
You are but a drop
In an endless sea
No one will notice
When you drop
And you bleed
Just a mixture of rage and pain in threw up when I felt too much and thought my chest was gonna implode.
Gerry James Jul 2018
What is Poetry?
When your legs are numb,
Blood parching in your veins,
Throat choking from the pain,
And the fingers hitting the keys of the keyboard ceaselessly,
Trying ever so hard to create something impetuously,
Its poetry, you type.

When you dream of the possibilities,
And in what was once unimaginable,
You make the reader believe,
And change the way how their life, they perceive,
Its poetry, you dream.

When you play with words,
Just as an artist would play with colors,
To create a masterpiece,
That reaches the depths of the reader’s soul,
And burns them inside like coal,
Its poetry, you paint.

When you thread
Your fears, your desires,
Your insecurities, your pain,
All just to stay sane,
Its poetry you weave.

When your heart is melting
Like wax candles once lit,
And drops of tears smudge the ink,
To your knees you sink,
Its poetry, you bleed.
To all those out there who just enjoy painting their dreams with words that make it all seem so much more meaningful.
Traveler Dec 2015
Behind gothic eyes her shadows hide
Silence screams from deep inside
I try to ease her soul’s unrest
What went wrong I can only guess

Black and red yet dark as lies
Mascara runs, I know she cries
Cotton under a woolly fleece
She’s running from the dream police

Silver rings pierce her skin
But will she ever let me in …

Guitars distort an angry tune
A song of lovers surely doomed
Is she with me, she says yes
She says life's a ******* mess

I kiss her lace; she takes me home
Tonight she won’t bleed alone...
Traveler Tim
re to 03-19
Ashleigh Black Jul 2014
If you try to hurt me
with your words
as if they were needles
that pricked into my spine
just know that
baby, only words bleed
and that wounds heal
with time.
Ashleigh Black Jan 2015
You stabbed me with words
that cut like a knife
all the way to the bone
and with all of the blood
that pooled at my side
you only made it worse
when you tracked it up
my snow white eyelet dress
that I wore when we first met
you know, that night by the lake
with nothing but a blanket,
the stars and the sky
and although you're standing here now
as if you couldn't care at all
I let a smile catch my lip
knowing that even then
and even now
I love you at your darkest
and because of this
the darkness took me too.

Sins of the flesh

-

Are the ones I like best
Written: November 16, 2018

All rights reserved.
Marcella Faye Feb 12
When the pen
Hits the paper,
Black ink traces
Around the words
That is crying out.

But the ink
Doesn't want
To stay, and every word
Turns into a pool
Of red.

As it drips down
To the edge
Of the paper,
Like open wounds
Bleeding out the truth.
Instead of words,
Only drips and strains
Of liquid red that coursed
Through its way, like a war
Erupting into chaos.
Sobbingsoul Mar 23
Let the emotions
Bleed from
Your heart
Inflamed
By the pain
Of separation
Let it bleed
And it
Will heal

©️Sobbingsoul
Anastasia Jun 12
Cut my throat and let me bleed.
Your silence, love, is killing me.
A bomb went off inside my head.
But sadly, love, I’m not dead.
Not yet. Not yet. (I’m not dead)
Get out of my head. (I’m almost dead)
I’m not dead. (Not yet. Not yet)
These shackles are cutting my skin.
I don’t want to let the darkness in.
They’re sharp, so sharp.
The shards of a broken heart.
Get out of my head.
I’m not dead yet.

Hold me close
The blood is flowing
I'm not dead yet
But I might be going
Paint the roses red
With the dripping from my head
I'm not dead yet (Not yet),
Slit my throat
And watch me bleed
Your absence, love, is killing me
A bomb went off inside my head
But sadly love
Sadly love
Sadly love
(I'm not dead yet)
A song started. Thought I’d post ig. Might add more later (updated, due to the love I've received ❤)
Pyrrha Jul 2018
There's something clawing from deep within
Telling you, telling me, telling them, telling everyone they are nothing
That this world is only temporary

And sometimes it's so hard to push it to the back of your mind
Your thoughts implode
And suddenly you are nothing

Sitting silent unemotive in a temporary existence
You find yourself craving something beyond sadness
Wanting for a way out of the hell that holds you in

And you cry out pleading for a different fate
Tormented tongues of a liars honest plead
Heeded only when the innocent turn black with hate

Victim to the holy cross
You're never gonna be free
Go ahead get on your knees and pray
For a God that doesn’t see
Take your faith and seal it away
You're never gonna be free
They like to watch you bleed

A cruor never gets to breathe
Take your tears seal them away
This was origionally a song I was writing.
Traveler Nov 2018
I write from my heart
Whenever it bleeds
While running through the fires
Under my feet

I carry the guilt
That wakes you in the night
I could never back down
From a losing fight

I take for granted
The setting sun
I believe we'll see
A brighter one!

The day shall shine
Upon lost souls
I write from my heart
Because I know!
......
Traveler Tim

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCWI-t6Etes
I may look like a blooming flower of spring,
but I'm just a melodious bird, which can't even sing

my existence may feel like a pretty serenity,
but my presence is the profound definition of insanity

your illuminating light adorns anything,
but my 'precious' darkness is too much adored to
accept your everything

yet your cute laugh, and those pursed lips
they take my breath away, and my heart slips

I'd always want to take all the pain, and the blame,
but did you know that we bleed the same?

I'd never twist all my love, and send it to flame,
because did you know that we bleed the same?
she can't accept it
she can't deny it
she's there hanging ,where
she can't love him, yet she can't leave him
Amanda Jan 25
Today my heart beats sick with shame
A million pieces I am reluctant to claim
I am losing touch with the person I am
Losing you and my life is a sham
Please crave me more than drugs
Craving you and your comforting hugs
Your heartbeat sounds slow, far away and low
I'm not ready for my crutch to go
You have ways of drawing me in
Witness devotion carved into my skin
I bleed out lost time I wasted on you
Love me how I always wanted, like I loved you
People have different ways of showing their affection
Emma Jul 2018
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I know we have been down this road before.
But please know that I’m trying,
Like I have so many times before.

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I didn’t mean what I said before.
I’ll love you like I always have
Until you’re not breathing anymore.

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I didn’t want to relapse once more.
But sometimes I’m holding the knife
And I can’t see straight at all.

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I know you hate to watch me bleed.
I hope it’s for the last time,
I pray, for you and me.
To those who have never given up on me.
clever May 2018
No one else bleeds when they think.
Pretty on paper, just red ink.
It drips like tears when I weep.
It pools in my bed as I sleep.
Red waters surrounding a desperate isle.
It rises in my throat when I smile.
Only I bleed when I think.
It stains the office of my shrink.
I only drown when I think.
Tell me.
B L Jul 2018
The difference between actions and habits,
     is often measured by the person you're asking.  
One bump, one line, one half ounce...
All shared by people you don't even give a **** about.

These chemicals make me sick --
              Limitless...Why quit?
              When it's only ten bucks for a hit like this?
Even Jesus Christ would have gotten addicted,
              if drugs in his day were half this good.

"Yeah, I'm smashed -- but I promise I can drive fine."
      Walk and push the limits of a real fine line...
If I don't **** myself, or someone else... I'm happy.
       Stare death in his eyes, wink, and start laughing.

Gasping as I swerve lanes --
Stay safe, get paid. Mundane daily.
Living a-live.. Eat. Sleep. Dream. Get laid.  
Chase feelings.

           Please, just feel me now.
                                    You know me, right?

           Please, just feel me now.
                                    You love me, right?


I want to melt with you -- let our souls collide...
Dissolve the boundaries between students and teachers.
        To bridge the gap in the great divide
        No secrets between us -- bleed into the speakers.

Feel the air in your chest, and ask God for a reason...
To stay or leave Him.
He makes excuses...

                                                     ­      ... Believe Him.
Bad Luck: In A Wakeful Contradiction : https://www.amazon.com/dp/1691941182
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