Costantly poems on Hello Poetry

Ashley Oct 2013

there are beasts inside me
with yellowed claws
and gaping, black pits
for mouths
who grin with sickly teeth
that are dripping
with the blood of
my past selves.

selves that they have carved
into shreds and chunks
until all that was left were black stumps,
ashes, and fragile bones
left to rot,
to poison the remaining
pure
pieces that remain.

and in the dark
i can feel them.

i can taste
the venom
pulsing through my translucent veins
as it slides through my system
effortlessly blighting my mind,
soul, and body
with twisted, dark thoughts
with loathing, weariness,
and with concepts that are rooted in truth.

they remind me that i have no place here,
that i do not deserve to waste
the precious oxygen
required to keep me alive,
nor am i worth contributing to
the depletion of natural resources
that will someday
run out.

a voice that once whispered seductively
from the outskirts of my dark,
tortured brain,
and trained me on ways to rip myself from life
with only a bottle of pills
or a blade,
now screams at me.

costantly reminding me that i am not good
enough
or that there is
nowhere
for me;
no matter how far i run,
my ghosts will follow.

as these ghosts are not the people
or this town
or even corpses that rot,
confined underground.

my ghosts are all the same,
and they are all
me.

i am the demon,
the murderer,
the ruination of my past,
my present
and, eventually,
my future.

i am the monster in the closet
beating against the doors
and pleading to be set free.
i am the behemoth who is suffocating,
forced to breathe in my own virulent air
and i am the demon
that i have battled,
the demon i have conquered
over and over again
if only for the time being.

the black war that
rages
inside of my mind
is the monster's fault
and by extension,
this battle -
all of these battles -
can only be solved by myself
and perhaps,
if i were a hero
i could win.

but i am just a mortal,
straining under the weight
of one fraction of
the world
and no mere mortal
has ever been
their own hero;
no mere mortal
will ever win
against
their shadow twin.

edwill makamu Jan 2016

I'm your rib

I was so convinced to maltreat her
Now that she's gone, I lost some of me
She was, she fluffy held an lean over my shoulder
She was conciderate, reliable and forever my darling
She was endureable, persistent and reary passionate.

In her heart I say, she was bleeding,
but never to let me see how badly she hurts
She never wanted me to see her worst, not ever eternity
She was too bad that she hated even giving up.

She loved me from my worst behaviour,
yet she loved me even when I bullied her
She loved me, she really did eternally
She loved me even when I couldn't touch rather kiss her lips,

yet she loved me even when she saw me kissing another
Her affection was too deep, it swelled day by day
It's reary unbelievable, she care - less; how I humiliate her
She promised me heaven and earth, the moon and the stars

And she said:I'll never live you, no matter how badly you hurt me
Even when I loose my breath, I shall still be with you
You may call me a ****, I'll still rescue you
If you miss me, remember I will always be there

Just look around, I will prosper
And never to hurt as much as I do, I please
The affliction you brought me, I pray not to return to you
I'll look after you, cautiously, costantly and righteously

U've hurt me always and yet, yet I'm happy for you
The reason my smile is the meaning how precious I am all around you
If I say goodbye, you've no reason to clamour
Yet you've no reason to worry yourself

It's the likes of God to meddle between us
He whom brought us together have the power to strain
Yet he knows our Alfa and Omega, the day and the time
She said:I shall not die nor live you

I'll rest, yet I'll look after you day and night
If I close my eyes forever, I shall not die
I shall return and live within forever in your heart
I'm your rib, I shall never die, I shall return

If is my soul, I give my life to you
If I die tonight, I shall still be with you
I give my life to you, I shall still be with you
My soul will forever be with you
I'm your rib, I shall still return.

Kole J McNeil Dec 2020

My Own Novle of a hearo, villian, and lost soul

Sitting in this class I feel as though I am wasting away with my thoughts costantly banging inside my head wanting to be free

I am drwonging in my own mind with these thoughts like an angry god stirring the ocean of my happines and peace

The god is drowning me and I am reaching twords the surface gasping for air but the techer drones on while I sit there seamingly bord

Inside my own head is a battle raging my fear a lonly worrior fighting for a place in my mind my anxity is an army of hate

My deppression is the godess of death with her staring eyes and mind breaking words

The techer continues to with the lesson, the lesson that in my mind is the thing fuling the flames of my anger and pain

The kids laugh while I walk by, I am invisible to everyone unless they want to bully me

The kids are the mosters and I am the monster hunter who lost their wepon and is fighting a onesided battle

My words are the double edged sword that while slicing down my enemys are cutting words in to my own skin

The teachers are the evil overlords I must defeat but this not a real fight this is just a normal day

That bag I wear on my back, no not the backpack, the depression and my thoughts make it impossible to run after my target

It is heavy and the sword I cary so bravly is dulling with every slice it takes of my enmeys and myself

I am waering the aroumr that protects my mind from the stress that is school that is the kids that is my deppression and my parents and my thoughts

I am carring a sword that is dull but looks sharp so no one thinks to ask if it is sharp enough or offer to help when they see me loosing my battles

I am have been shot down and stood back up when no one thought I would The teachers they act as though they care

The teachers are the traitors that are pretending to be on your side when in reality they are serving the my angry god just to tick off another curriculum box

That is my battle not one of bloodshed though it is and not one of physical but mental

I see my life as a novle that I am wirting but I am the villian and hero and lost soul, I am everything and nothing

If I see my life as a battle it is easier to face than if I see it as reality, in my mind I have superpowers and I am the greatest sword master though a clumsy one I will admit

We all mess up but if I mess up thats just one more thing my angry god can use against me

I am loosing to my angry god
;

If you are loosing to yourangry god plz feel free to talk to me. I know how hard it is.

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