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"deathwish" poems
next time you see me slit my throat let my blood gush like it did on american streets mute my screams like i did while the news got old let your knife **** the silence and ignite the need for equality. next time you see me pull the trigger on my foolish mouth shut me up while i complain about my silver spoon while children die of empty stomachs in the south let the gun sound wake up people like me to reality. next time you see me lynch my body let it hang like decoration to show people that the silent are like the violent the mute are like police who shoot the ones who are quiet while they feast on a meal are like the crooked politicians who steal. let my silence be the death of me and my new found voice be the death of the thoughts of our enemy. - t.m
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
deathwish
Everybody always telling me That I’m young That I can do anything that  I want to Should I be excited? Right? But I can only think that I should die high I’m so afraid of those feelings Why I still killing me Don’t leave me alone with me But If you stay by my side I’ll break you so hard So go away, go away I don’t wanna make you feel my pain Don’t worry baby, I’ll be okay Living with my fake face My fake friends I’ll be okay
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
deathwish
of all the things i've ever loved you deserve it most, and i am inadequate. if drinking's a sin and drugs are expensive how am i to numb this? i've never craved anesthesia until tonight school taught me about bones but it never mentioned how caged they would make me feel i'm trapped in this body restricted by the only thing that's truly mine no one likes a broken mind everyone pities the girl with scars and i don't understand why some are born happy and others with a deathwish and maybe i'm not meant for this life
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
criss cross
Roaming in the dark seeking life to take apart Once a creature with a higher purpose But after your missteps you began to hurt us Destruction is what you live for You want us to suffer because of our nature "Baphomet I know it's hard, you don't know regret." Try to be logical avoid your hateful thread. Helping you is like a deathwish; we know the dangers but we still accept it. There he stands the creature of deception In the eye of the beholder, he makes no exception..
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
The ballad of Baphomet I
Southwestern Dis-United States of Memory Piñon smoke and sagebrush, voice of New Mexico night driving into an Arizona dawn rising over dreaming pueblos, low-ridden plazas, kivas and ruined cities’ rubble traced and highlighted by sunlight, Anglo angling into Aztec toward Zuni over arid zones… A to Z to El Dorado; a voice covers the high hills with a dusting of snow—every word hangs in the notes of the song: music to fall apart to, breakdown to, hurling the soul  into the bottomless well of psychotic nostalgia: música de cavanga, falling into the depths. Melody pushing to the threshold of a bar and leaving you there with cash in your pocket and no ride home. The warmth inside beckons—you step across as the song fills, swells, intoxicates, then excavates the wall of the dam until it collapses. The fatal mistake: you read too much into the lyrics of shallow love songs. The deathwish beast of despair arises, the flooded plains dazzle your eyes, the Indian girl smiles on the rim of the grand canyon, the tattooed cholo pulls a knife in the trailer park, the dark waters under the bridge murmur and surge with regret; el río de Las Animas, Durango CO, Aztec calligraphy on the wall: Las Cruces, NM; Clifton, Morenci, Globe, AZ: stepped pyramids of copper tailings, gang-warred walls in fallen barrios covered in Chicano hieroglyphics, the ruined huts of shepherds and cowboys, pit-house dwellings’ flaked arrowheads and pottery fragments scattered forever in the coyote laugh of desert dusk. Crepuscular colors on the names of mountain ranges: Santa Catalina, Sangre de Cristo, Sandia, each one a separate sunset delirium—then you ride through the night to the city of palm trees and the orange-lined boulevards of Heaven. The singer herself grew old but her YouTubes live forever.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Lindísima
Southwestern Dis-United States of Memory Piñon smoke and sagebrush, voice of New Mexico night driving into an Arizona dawn rising over dreaming pueblos, low-ridden plazas, kivas and ruined cities’ rubble traced and highlighted by sunlight, Anglo angling into Aztec toward Zuni over arid zones… A to Z to El Dorado; a voice covers the high hills with a dusting of snow—every word hangs in the notes of the song: music to fall apart to, breakdown to, hurling the soul  into the bottomless well of psychotic nostalgia: música de cavanga, falling into the depths. Melody pushing to the threshold of a bar and leaving you there with cash in your pocket and no ride home. The warmth inside beckons—you step across as the song fills, swells, intoxicates, then excavates the wall of the dam until it collapses. The fatal mistake: you read too much into the lyrics of shallow love songs. The deathwish beast of despair arises, the flooded plains dazzle your eyes, the Indian girl smiles on the rim of the grand canyon, the tattooed cholo pulls a knife in the trailer park, the dark waters under the bridge murmur and surge with regret; el río de Las Animas, Durango CO, Aztec calligraphy on the wall: Las Cruces, NM; Clifton, Morenci, Globe, AZ: stepped pyramids of copper tailings, gang-warred walls in fallen barrios covered in Chicano hieroglyphics, the ruined huts of shepherds and cowboys, pit-house dwellings’ flaked arrowheads and pottery fragments scattered forever in the coyote laugh of desert dusk. Crepuscular colors on the names of mountain ranges: Santa Catalina, Sangre de Cristo, Sandia, each one a separate sunset delirium—then you ride through the night to the city of palm trees and the orange-lined boulevards of Heaven. The singer herself grew old but her YouTubes live forever.
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I'm broken Worthless to my owner No care for me at all They think I was born to fail Send me away I'm a sinful Lock me in hay with no bail Inject me with lead you'd all love if I were dead. Cut out my eyes listen to me wail. Tear me to pieces cause I'm frail. **** with my feelings it's okay it's a game Soon I'll be hangin like other ***** Slave to no man but a noose. Before death I'll be screaming you'll love that tune. I'm lit like a flame but burning in pain. Put knives in my brain. I'll be sharp in my head. Deathwish is what I want. While I'm bleeding to death. My death will be praised. They all I've never been sane. I cry myself to sleep. At my funeral don't weep. You cut me wide open So 'll get a late abortion. You played with my emotions More than with female sheath You took away my oxygen When you lied to me I know you never liked me though I always knew you were a fraud You said you're queer when my heart speaks So now all girls just disgust me. I was never good at lust I get confused with loving
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Worthless ramblings
Is it so bad to be the way I am? I can barely convince myself To get out of bed If I'm not sleeping all day To be reminded to eat Or reminded what happened yesterday I get so dizzy, I fall down Get so tired that my whole body Shuts down And there are even days When I hate myself So strongly, that I want nothing more than to punish myself for living I don't even want to die out of pity But I feel like I am so toxic That I deserve to die I deserve all the pain the world has to offer When anything bad happens in my life Anymore, I don't hardly get upset I merely accept it, and say that's what I get For being who I am I don't even want to live I'm so high on medication And yet I can't image lasting One moment in my natural mind I want to die I want to die I think about it all the time Look into my eyes And tell me it'll be alright It'll only be another lie
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Deathwish
I was a loner when i was born I will be a loner when i'm gone The good,the bad and the ugly....the highs and lows of life.... ....i've seen it all There were times when i wished i were dead And then there were times when i had a ball I've never had no expectations...coz whenever i've had one i've lost it all Isolation's been my best friend One misery in my life followed by another...that's been the trend I once looked at the stars.. ...How they seemed to shine so bright!!!... ....It's like they were making love to the universe Out in the dark....in the open sky Some in a cluster... While some spread so very far As far as my sight went..right up to the distant horizon .....Beautiful assemblage of lights Just looking at them made me high... I guess we r all looking for that one particular face(the star of our life)..somewhere out among the stars. Alas!!!... i don't have this luxury with me SSHHH!!!!.........can you hear it??.... .....The serene silence of Death ..the bitter taste...the elixir that frees you from the chaos and confusion of life I sometimes want it so bad.... Truth and falsity....hope and regret...they all find peace in death As my body grows old with the advent of time And my soul is but aching... Life has reduced me to a caricature ...All i wish for is to go to that place of eternal sleep ...and for Death to engulf me in it's fury-filled grasp.
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
Deathwish
You fell right back into my life A burning star with a deathwish I can see you hurtling through the air Holding my heart deep inside To be honest I truly welcome the impact.
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
Burning Star.
Not all blessings happen in the same week But everything eventually comes to me There's still a lot of life to be displayed Grab a shield until the fears go away Afternoon nightmares held my face Reaper with the scythe of I'm not okay Lucifer came, and from there I prayed To **** every deathwish and plague I know you haven't found a home I know, it shows, so have My arms, my heart, my soul I'm gonna put the ************* demon In a barbed wire bodybag for one reason Don't think about hurting that girl again Or you'll see how this story will end You do not lay on a crown of thorns Now see what I could use this fire for I'm burning the bag inside of the black And I'm taking her ******* soul back
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 5:53 AM UTC
(untitled)
I need a conscience vacation I need to get away I can't be here anymore I want to sleep until I'm no longer awake. Someone please take this life Take my name Take my everything Throw me into legacy and fame God knows this heart will never beat the same Proud but a coward I stand strong but cower I need a hand I need a push Off this ledge Into this tailored noose Deathwish seems like an understatement I'll die young just like God intended This name is a curse And I'm not sure which is worse To know what it is to be your best friends worst enemy Or to know I'll be the death of me.
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
a conscience vacation
I noticed a girl with scissor earrings on the bus, What an amusing tiny anecdote ha! Two more in different intervals reading in their seats... (lucky bastarrds who get to seat and to read in these hellish buses) I digress, one was reading Osho and the other a book called "The relic". I stare, that's what I do. Always. Stare and laugh then wait for reactions. Lately the amount of green eyes around me have made me unfaithful to the 2% promise. Also every crystal blue has been painful. -please don't watch me unless your gaze is lighter than mine- There's delight to this dull compression. We leave crying, we come back jubilant in sorrow. What generational wander! I've been staring and deafening myself to the attentions of others, Thinking every word addressed may as well be a deathwish. Give up, you don't want to argue with me...at least not today. I promised myself a 9 blossomed on my skin, as if mold has inherently carved itself into me. I'm keeping myself awake for that promise now. Once it's over I'll promise myself some other futile dream. Life has been...tame.
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Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 3:01 AM UTC
roaming around
i cant help but feel so rotten when it's all in order feeling like i deserve the tug of war between depression & mania like my life isn't quite as interesting at baseline and it may not be but at least i can stomach it for what it truly is
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
deathwish
deadly in love, and substance abused, turning mirrors into loss, every night turning into you. written words to signal stars, always dreaming your eyes.
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Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 1:58 AM UTC
deathwish
I dreamt a dream that some demons must have sent, Feeling all the pains I underwent; No pictures, no hues, just the feeling, All my bruises and cuts without healing. I dreamt a dream that was set as sent by Death, But it did fit no reasoning, nor math; No relief, nor aftermath, just the moaning, Like a self-pity-full, endless night and morning. I dreamt a dream that was meant to be my end, A fearful damnation, not mend; All the pain and immense sadness, Making every deathwish sickeningly reckless. I was sent a senseless dream with Death being mad, Vengefully meaning me dead; I felt blueishly cold and in dreadful purple, Hiding in my last reckless prayers as a turtle. I was meant to dream a dream that was chance or warning, Putting up the black phone calling; With every evidence Death's hands hang, I wished not dreaming that dream while it just rang, rang, rang...
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
A missed call by Death
"to say I love you" tears walk away from my heart a new series of terror you hold fifty one vials of my blood loving you and waiting something ****** the soil the cattle continue missing organs it's too much to drive the pastor says he's been waiting for me it's pretty much what you choose now blue eyes fruit only the river could hold we chew onions from the Amish one week later and I'm not strong enough we eat summer withdraws her claws twelve wives and eight of them pure it's your choice the pastor says again that prophet speaks into my perfect **** it's the neighbors next I'm told and thanks for asking ------------------------------------------- fifteen years later and there ain't a bullet which could take me down it's two lines for every buck I don't have there's a look now -------------------- convinced it ain't me touching ------------------- into the red clay tarnished steel coos brassy nose learning to mask a smile it's twenty two to life he tells me these sins you commit, it'd be worth it try as i smile he breaks my resolve it's ten years ago and you ask where'd I lose that tooth that barn all but burnt it's four years and death threats threats but none so close a gift you told me a promise comes later after the flower for the pence after the deathwish it's but the only wish I killed you a long time ago it's just a bag of trash inside are things unwanted with that out of my chest i ask replace it with an old sweet dream it's the wolves' fangs a sight akin to my bladder losing itself and it's your smile that contains my heart ------------------------------------------------------- covered in a sheet of ice thinking for so long the morgue was where i'd finish my first smoke life burns out and death moves forward a war is won with footsteps retreated, muddy & unaccounted for it was my horse's tooth 'tis not that legendary silver fang even now i taste you weak and acrid in my happiest cups much to remove you being such a series of flashing lights barking and hollering defending and pleading resurfacing and resurfacing
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC
In Missouri Eating Horse Meat
"to say I love you" tears walk away from my heart a new series of terror you hold fifty one vials of my blood loving you and waiting something ****** the soil the cattle continue missing organs it's too much to drive the pastor says he's been waiting for me it's pretty much what you choose now blue eyes fruit only the river could hold we chew onions from the Amish one week later and I'm not strong enough we eat summer withdraws her claws twelve wives and eight of them pure it's your choice the pastor says again that prophet speaks into my perfect **** it's the neighbors next I'm told and thanks for asking ------------------------------------------- fifteen years later and there ain't a bullet which could take me down it's two lines for every buck I don't have there's a look now -------------------- convinced it ain't me touching ------------------- into the red clay tarnished steel coos brassy nose learning to mask a smile it's twenty two to life he tells me these sins you commit, it'd be worth it try as i smile he breaks my resolve it's ten years ago and you ask where'd I lose that tooth that barn all but burnt it's four years and death threats threats but none so close a gift you told me a promise comes later after the flower for the pence after the deathwish it's but the only wish I killed you a long time ago it's just a bag of trash inside are things unwanted with that out of my chest i ask replace it with an old sweet dream it's the wolves' fangs a sight akin to my bladder losing itself and it's your smile that contains my heart ------------------------------------------------------- covered in a sheet of ice thinking for so long the morgue was where i'd finish my first smoke life burns out and death moves forward a war is won with footsteps retreated, muddy & unaccounted for it was my horse's tooth 'tis not that legendary silver fang even now i taste you weak and acrid in my happiest cups much to remove you being such a series of flashing lights barking and hollering defending and pleading resurfacing and resurfacing
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I drown myself in alcohol, So my brain cant think at all. I wasted most nights all alone. Searching for a feeling i call my home. But nothing is mine to own. They say, Stop feeling broken and sour. So i drown myself in pills and liquor, Cuz for me that's only working cure. Even the music cant help no more, Small wooden box, my deathwish, my final decor.
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
Untitled IV
I wish that You would die So i Can go on living Happy, Fed.
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Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 12:03 AM UTC
Deathwish
Everything broke - me included I cannot keep my mouth shut - I will lose this It's not a fashion statement, it's a deathwish It's not a whimsical desire, but my whole life my tears dry You say and you talk about reality but reality is a many sided thing **** their reality, never worked for me. If you knew to which point I came to be broken how much it has weighed down my wings from soaring and only now I was flying... I love her! I can At a distance So I don't break in parts 'cuz of joining
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
The confession
White as a sheet ghostly color, sans countenance of mine impossible to differentiate between Lenovo external screen background myopia no deterrent as jaw slackened upon Citizens Bank notification current spate of ill health (relentless stomach virus) triggered emotional state Kamikaze nose dived into forbidding deathwish gastrointestinal Civil War relentlessly raged kickstarting linkedin body, mind, spirit emergency necessitating transfer of funds, and/ or anonymous philanthropic injection to staunch, stave, and stay hemorrhaging, whereby checking account beyond restoration, sans life support heroic measures sense (cents) less, now, mine entire being excruciating figurative explosion, viz rapidly fired projectile as if "FAKE" mandibles bit the bullet self destruction declaration reactivated casus belli (caused by ache'n belly) just on cusp of recovery succumbed to lowest record nadir kindling, sparking, and whip sawing plea for salvation or termination, mine abysmal ad hoc existence evincing illogic, quixotic, tragic... charade, facade, masquerade, et cetera accursed woe synonymous with Sisyphus condemned to Hades exhausting arduous, laborious, torturous... punishment social security disability deposit congenital schizoid personality disorder attendant anxiety, obsessive/ compulsive disorder, panic marginally tempered asper prescription medication as each day of destitution, offers smidgen alleviation!
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
Overdraft Paralyzing Sucker Punch