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Death-throws Apr 2015
falling from the inside
like an old building
tho my facade has not changed, nor weatherd with age,
my foundations are cracked like used sand paper
the wallpaper is peeling of the bindings
support me
dont let me colapse apon the ground we have have soiled
dont tell me now the dirt i stood proudly apon  
*has been turned to dust
I wish i could just hit you with this writers block.. its the only solid thing that remains on my watch, besides the useless clock and you telling me to stop so i act not positive but only for the thought of my cause. turning rights into wrongs for the darkness is comfort, barrying my head in the dirt So i could think from down under. forgetting where thunder comes from i throw the block over my shoulder and continue to silently soldier my way threw this old curse of lost words.. I've never asked them why it hurts. Just continue to suffer hopen these verbs will work them selves out with an open stir from the colapse of my souls worth.. living dead i relapse on the feeling of hearing some critiqued work. So i write from another artists eyes, relizing the potential of my vocal instrument on a low pitch cure.  EARTHH BOUND
Everybody has these moments
I write poems in the dark
when I’m more vulnerable
when everyone is sleeping
while I bleed my feelings out
in letters that stand one after the other.

I didn’t learn how to be eloquent
it just happens to me once in a while every time my mind is about to colapse.

I feel everything intensely
and sometimes I try to put them in a cage
I place them there until there’s no room for more and then
they just explode.

I write them in the darkness of my bed
the place where I feel safe
the place where I can be alone with myself
the place that has witnessed uncontrollable breakdowns and
that has dried up a whole ocean of tears.

I write poems in the dark because
it’s the only place where I am me.
Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever nor would he ever make you believe anything otherwise

He wouldn't gift you roses with the assurance that the petals would never wither nor would he show you a sunrise with a lie that the sun would never set

He would rather tell you that the roses would wither some day but the smell of his hands would never escape the dried petals and he'd hold your hand and dance all through the evening like the next morning would never ever arrive

He would make you a cup of coffee every time it rains while you sit by the windowpane, enjoying the raindrops rolling down the glass and he'd hold you firm and kiss you deep like it is the last drizzle of the year so that he could fill your lungs with the smell of petrichor

Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever because he constantly lives with the fear that he's running out of moments. Moments to see your gorgeous smile. Moments to drown into your ocean like eyes. Moments to taste heaven on your lips. Moments to hold your hand in public. Moments to sleep on the moonlit terrace and see the nightsky or moments to sit by you and see the rain falling on the windowpane and hence, he lives each and every moment that he gets with you so he could buid houses of memories in your city of nostalgia.. Houses that would never weaken nor colapse with the onslaught of time
Katzenberg Aug 2015
"Through grim and void we march towards freedom,
we are all proud by serving the original Vow.
Confronting the dreams of solitude and awe,
our eyes will burst with tears by remembering home."- Spoke the youngest of all, and the elders listened.

"Our smiles will freeze like an old photograph,
and that burden is expected decay and colapse some day.
Finding two men alive from five, saving two souls by killing ten. It ain't worth it." - Said the captain to the *****.
"Our children will forgive you for being a murderer."- She replied.
"Will we ever forgive ourselves for being murerers?": The enemy thought before he walked into the tent and killed them both.

"There's no phoenix rising, only a lifetime of carrion
and a hostile wind that will carry our ashes across the battllefield."- Said the drinking middle aged man to the Bartender.
"We curse them, they curse us, there is no good side neither bad, sir, just a special feeling of threat, and some kind of love for killing. It's unforgiving, but it doesn't matter at all. We still die."- Interrupted the youngest of all.

And from the distance was heard:
"Let us cut through the ominous throat of the land!
Let us march upon destruction in the name of love!
Fatal wounded, disarmed, violated, murdered, we don't care!
Because we are laughing at the grave of a lost friend,
we conceive destiny and grin to the blood moon.
Oh! Mater Bellum ora pro nobis.
Nobis hoc ostenderent. Sancta pulchra bellicum.."*

   And the land was painted in red, the men dead and a strange smell crawled in the air. The songs stopped, the laughs went silent. There was nothing and nothing happened . Just one red drop in the sea of blue.
I'm sorry, I was listening Death in June while writing this.
To it they all fall.
Nameless faces to the game.
Boroken in shame into empty spaces they do crawl.

One has to win for the other to lose.
The road takes many turns.
But we all meet defeat no matter which you choose.

Busted knuckles burnt bridges leaving
a callus heart sore.
Life appears in many forms from the floor.

Ive tasted bitter endings claimed
in regret.
Nights the soul does drift.
To a place I yern to forget.

Its a dream we no longer recall.
So distant to us now.
We question did we ever want it at all.

i'll gather my fragments oh a jaded heart
as I act blind while you head out the door.
Then colapse and take it one more time
from the floor.  

P.S.  Hey got Twitter   JohnRobbins  its just like stalking
Ineed followers okay that sounds weird haha.
Death-throws Nov 2016
stretch
Breathe,
Find the foot of your bed,
Unwrap  the arm from around your head,

sigh
Smile,
The anxiety  is gone,
just for a while.

yawn
Tire,
Feel your  body ache with desire ,
Check the time, Youve got a while.

colapse*
Relax ,
The world  turns slowly,
So for 5 more minutes,
You can watch your heart sleep.
Im learning to walk  instead of run,
Antonina Dutchak Sep 2016
Though so well I hide,
And my life's a masquerade
Though, evеrytime I cried
And told: "That's charade"

Though many times I said:
"Don't believe my tears
My heart has never bled,
I'm cold, I have not fears"

Though acted as the happiest, see
Wore wide deceitful smile
When heard : "Go, live without me"
I thought : WIll it be worthwhile?

How easily can world colapse
When heard:"Get out of sight!"
You know, on the church steps
The atheist cried.

Though thought soul's eternal,
When heard:"Forever goodbye"
Stopped the song vernal,
Eternal soul died.
BP Fallen Jan 2017
MALAKI

My this beat wicked tone
Slides against this winters bone
Breath to breathes
Shudders smokeless; rising

Colapse
C
O
  L
    A
      P
       S
         ING

Agreed to never meet here again...
trample towards dissolution
In the wake of Gods Light.

Pressing palms center souls. Anger as our mortality adjusts to His adjustment. Will I be enough

Dorian grey skies unhinged at the sound of this holy war of God less men search for another prophet

Freedom from self, a unanswered promise in my heart, my own angel MALAKI freed only in Gods heaven.  

A Birdless man dies
Eazy Nov 2014
Do I try to put it in your heart
do I force it into your head
do you want me to succeed with it?
How do I distinguish these feelings
my head spins without rotation's
Will i colapse when the dizziness starts
If gravity does pull me down
I hope youll catch me.
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
And My minds over matter...
Cuz Im here in out of space...
I float in grey matter..
theres no air in this place...
but i breathe...
Understand me I still breathe...
Lungs fill and colapse...
regular sequence of attack...
So that obviously means,
I was never human to begin...
So can I make you believe
you had an angel as a friend...
Protection like no other...
Your perfect lil brorther...
cuz from up here
I can control Your Bigger brother...
A deeper breed of lover...
Cuz i can see it all...
but with no gravity I can save you from the fall...
Mind over matter..
this should be your chase..
Make your life better...
Free your self from this place..
Christina Cox Dec 2015
Break a cup in the sink
Shatter the glass
Pick the biggest,
sharpest,
best piece.
Run the water
put the point against my skin
against the blue vein.
Press.
Make my hand bleed from holding
Make my wrist bleed from pressing.
Pull.
Create a line and pull some more
Press some more.
Make the blood come.
Watch it flow
until vision is black.
Colapse.
Mom or dad, it doesn’t matter
find me on the kitchen floor.
911.
Am I dead?
Or barely alive?
Failure either way.
I have problems. This is the latest idea... Writing down the idea makes it less likely to be done.
Irkar Beljaars Apr 2018
I see them on the screen, they lie to me, pretend to want me. They twist me into something I’m not and teach me all the wrong things.

They tell me how to love, tell me that it’s okay. I want to stop but I can’t, they taunt me in my dreams and are there when I wake and go to sleep.

I know that this is not right, that I need to escape. I fight to disconnect  to log out, to be free.

I want, I need someone real. I want to feel the goose bumps rise as I caress them.  I let their scent intoxicate me, arouse me. Their touch bringing me back to life.

Steamy windows created by the heat of our souls embrace. Drops of sweat mingle like lovers dancing to the sounds of heart beats coming together. Losing each other in ecstasy as we explode and colapse in a molten embrace.

Your eyes speak to my soul, asking me for more. As I kiss your trembling lips with their taste like a drug. Our bodies connect once more, I hear you gasp as you open yourself up to me. The smile, anticipating a river of ecstasy flowing over us, drowning us in love once more.
Flowerwithabrain Feb 2021
I spin out of control on a Monday

my body longs for your touch on a Tuesday

my brain can't get its mind off you on a Wednesday

I colapse on a Thursday

and then I get a hit on a Friday

and ill be okay until

I spin out of control on a Monday...
marie Jul 2023
i find myself trying to be a mother
and a sister
and a daughter all at once
while i watch myself vanish
and then try to find me in the dust
i catch myself trying to be the leader
to be perfect, to be the best
and i walk away from my truthfulness
following your missed angry steps
and i fall as i cant stand not being whole of something that lasts
i hold on to the past and try to erase my future
and i try to catch my breath so i can stand on my feet again
but youre sitting inside my stomach
making me colapse against my ptoma

— The End —