"demond" poems - Hello Poetry

there's this girl with the pink hair, she has this never ending feeling of depression and despair She's got this smile, that outshines the whole entire sky, but no one knows she has scars that start at her wrist, and trail down her hips, and end on her thigh. Her eyes the colour of the ocean, she's reckless and outgoing, she's got this kind of mind, and she'll stay strong in person, but at night she wants to die. her voice is loud and gentle, it makes the blue birds sing. she can make me laugh, with all the right words and sayings. she says she's okay but I know instead of killing all the Demond's in her mind, herself is the one she's slaying.

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Feb 1, 2014

Feb 1, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC

mckenna-christine

The Girl With Pink Hair

there's this girl with the pink hair, she has this never ending feeling of depression and despair She's got this smile, that outshines the whole entire sky, but no one knows she has scars that start at her wrist, and trail down her hips, and end on her thigh. Her eyes the colour of the ocean, she's reckless and outgoing, she's got this kind of mind, and she'll stay strong in person, but at night she wants to die. her voice is loud and gentle, it makes the blue birds sing. she can make me laugh, with all the right words and sayings. she says she's okay but I know instead of killing all the Demond's in her mind, herself is the one she's slaying.

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I want so badly to slit my wrists, to give you the chance to forget I even exist. to put myself out of this misery and finally be alright to take the blade to my wrists and let the Demond's win this fight. to add to the scars and marks to make you see that I'm stuck here In the dark to wipe this smile off my face and replace it with the look of death that seems to fit right in place over a hundred times I've slid the blade and kissed the worries goodbye I've let the blood drip from my arms and the tears stream down my cheeks and I've also ****** it all up in front of you, just to make you feel like you're doing something right. I wish you knew how much you hurt me, just by glancing at her. you don't want me anymore and I know it's true. so let me take a few more pills, maybe a few drinks of ***** hang myself up from this rope because it's the only way I know how to cope.

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Dec 21, 2013

Dec 21, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC

mckenna-christine

Untitled

I want so badly to slit my wrists, to give you the chance to forget I even exist. to put myself out of this misery and finally be alright to take the blade to my wrists and let the Demond's win this fight. to add to the scars and marks to make you see that I'm stuck here In the dark to wipe this smile off my face and replace it with the look of death that seems to fit right in place over a hundred times I've slid the blade and kissed the worries goodbye I've let the blood drip from my arms and the tears stream down my cheeks and I've also ****** it all up in front of you, just to make you feel like you're doing something right. I wish you knew how much you hurt me, just by glancing at her. you don't want me anymore and I know it's true. so let me take a few more pills, maybe a few drinks of ***** hang myself up from this rope because it's the only way I know how to cope.

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Art is my safe place. Each night I lay here and shed my pain on the paper. Art is my safe place. Each word I write takes me to a brand new day. Art is my safe place. The inner Demond's I fight during the day, just seem to melt away. Art is my safe place my imagination always comes to save the day

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC

mckayla

Safe place

Art is my safe place. Each night I lay here and shed my pain on the paper. Art is my safe place. Each word I write takes me to a brand new day. Art is my safe place. The inner Demond's I fight during the day, just seem to melt away. Art is my safe place my imagination always comes to save the day

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Its been fifteen years sense I last heard your voice Taken from all of us you didn't have a choice Gone from this world in just a blink of an eye Still you had to leave us God has the reason why You where never perfect had some human flaws Did some heavy drinking your Demond's were the cause But still you held your head up had integrity Deep down you were a softie but intimidated me And the way you taught us was harsh and never fair But the way you loved us showed how much you cared No one could ever read you...you were no open book Build you up or break you down with a single look You had the skill to make life the hardest of it all You were always there for us all we had to do was call You know I really miss you my heart your still part of I know that you still love me and watch me from above

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC

dennis-bielanski

Dad

Its been fifteen years sense I last heard your voice Taken from all of us you didn't have a choice Gone from this world in just a blink of an eye Still you had to leave us God has the reason why You where never perfect had some human flaws Did some heavy drinking your Demond's were the cause But still you held your head up had integrity Deep down you were a softie but intimidated me And the way you taught us was harsh and never fair But the way you loved us showed how much you cared No one could ever read you...you were no open book Build you up or break you down with a single look You had the skill to make life the hardest of it all You were always there for us all we had to do was call You know I really miss you my heart your still part of I know that you still love me and watch me from above

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There's a darkness grown upon me And threw my eyes you can see The vacancy that I must feed With melancholy and misery Everything I'd be has escapes me The eveil has erased me The Demond's They still chase me And my great escape is apathy

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC

zarr

Vacancy

There's a darkness grown upon me And threw my eyes you can see The vacancy that I must feed With melancholy and misery Everything I'd be has escapes me The eveil has erased me The Demond's They still chase me And my great escape is apathy

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I wrote of Demond's that invaded me. Demond's that corresponded with my brain and danced with my soul. Demond's that abducted my heart and blinded my eyes. I wrote of Darla, my idealistic alter ego. The one who dreams of romance and treads passionately towards it. The other girl inside of me who forgives and cries without remorse or regret. I wrote of heartbreak and abuse from past lovers. The torment of a fractured heart and the loneliness that was left. The neglect from my childhood and the pains of independence. The confusion of men and the unanswered question of "How will I ever heal". I wrote of my habitual infidelity and thirst for love. My attraction to danger and lust for something more. My deepest desires and most remembered experiences. My darkest fantasies mixed with a little chaos. In all of this, I still feel the need to say more. Somewhere deep inside I crave to tell the world what's on my mind and written in my heart. Even in knowing I'll never say it all, I will always try.

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Mar 13, 2017

Mar 13, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC

paperclippoems

Poet of the Heart

I wrote of Demond's that invaded me. Demond's that corresponded with my brain and danced with my soul. Demond's that abducted my heart and blinded my eyes. I wrote of Darla, my idealistic alter ego. The one who dreams of romance and treads passionately towards it. The other girl inside of me who forgives and cries without remorse or regret. I wrote of heartbreak and abuse from past lovers. The torment of a fractured heart and the loneliness that was left. The neglect from my childhood and the pains of independence. The confusion of men and the unanswered question of "How will I ever heal". I wrote of my habitual infidelity and thirst for love. My attraction to danger and lust for something more. My deepest desires and most remembered experiences. My darkest fantasies mixed with a little chaos. In all of this, I still feel the need to say more. Somewhere deep inside I crave to tell the world what's on my mind and written in my heart. Even in knowing I'll never say it all, I will always try.

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There's a demon that I love, I cant stop thinking about him I only see him once a month He says he is busy with Work, but demons do lie But I believe him anyway. There's a demon that I love, He hasn't told me his name He said he wants to be with me for an eternal life. There's a demon that I love, No thinks he exists, my friends laughs at me, I Hate it. There's a demon that I love, I tell him all of my problems His Response was to **** Myself, I asked him to take My soul but he said no. There's a demon that I love, I killed my self for him.

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Jan 26, 2016

Jan 26, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC

ashleigh-foster

The demond that i love

There's a demon that I love, I cant stop thinking about him I only see him once a month He says he is busy with Work, but demons do lie But I believe him anyway. There's a demon that I love, He hasn't told me his name He said he wants to be with me for an eternal life. There's a demon that I love, No thinks he exists, my friends laughs at me, I Hate it. There's a demon that I love, I tell him all of my problems His Response was to **** Myself, I asked him to take My soul but he said no. There's a demon that I love, I killed my self for him.

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I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I wish i was, I don't know why. Sometimes i just want someone to understand, To understand what i see, To understand what i hear, Understand i feel sometimes, Witch is pain and always will be, I act like nothing is bothering me, That everything is OK when it's really not, That is have no problems and joke about everything, I admit i act like someone i'm not, Not sometimes but all the time, When it comes to school Or day dreaming, But deep inside i want to cut myself to see if i am who i am, To see if my pain is real, To let all the tears out, To let the truth come out, To show people i'm not as strong as i am, In my world, Sometimes i just want to let lose and run, Run away in the woods and never stop, Or just die, Death pops up in my head most of the time, But not as much as it should, I wish i just tell people who i really am, Or even show, Yea a lot of people think i'm crazy, Weird, Strong, Weak, Powerful, Worthless, Beautiful, Ugly, And a million other words, I want people to live in my shoes just for five minutes, Only five minutes, And see how i feel every second of my life, It only take five minutes to want to run away into that woods and never come back, I want to be free from my Demond's and from my angels, Just to see how it feels to be without any sprits fight over me, Telling me what to do, Telling me where to go, What i should and shouldn't do, Than go back, Not to my life but to another world, But to a world where i'm surrounded by angels, And with people who understand, Some people think they could relate to other peoples pain, But I tell you now you can't, You can't, You just CAN'T By: Me (Jocelyn Bennett)

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC

SkarletD

This is How I Feel

I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I wish i was, I don't know why. Sometimes i just want someone to understand, To understand what i see, To understand what i hear, Understand i feel sometimes, Witch is pain and always will be, I act like nothing is bothering me, That everything is OK when it's really not, That is have no problems and joke about everything, I admit i act like someone i'm not, Not sometimes but all the time, When it comes to school Or day dreaming, But deep inside i want to cut myself to see if i am who i am, To see if my pain is real, To let all the tears out, To let the truth come out, To show people i'm not as strong as i am, In my world, Sometimes i just want to let lose and run, Run away in the woods and never stop, Or just die, Death pops up in my head most of the time, But not as much as it should, I wish i just tell people who i really am, Or even show, Yea a lot of people think i'm crazy, Weird, Strong, Weak, Powerful, Worthless, Beautiful, Ugly, And a million other words, I want people to live in my shoes just for five minutes, Only five minutes, And see how i feel every second of my life, It only take five minutes to want to run away into that woods and never come back, I want to be free from my Demond's and from my angels, Just to see how it feels to be without any sprits fight over me, Telling me what to do, Telling me where to go, What i should and shouldn't do, Than go back, Not to my life but to another world, But to a world where i'm surrounded by angels, And with people who understand, Some people think they could relate to other peoples pain, But I tell you now you can't, You can't, You just CAN'T By: Me (Jocelyn Bennett)

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Getting older, learning to burry the past Looking for men who may heal me fast Found myself in bad situations, the kind that wake me from my sleep When all I ever wanted was someone to love me Bare hands kept me silent No matter how far I go, I can't run from it No nightmares again he said, and we close our eyes But still I wake at 3am fighting the Demond's in the night.

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Oct 11, 2016

Oct 11, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC

paperclippoems

Nightmare

Getting older, learning to burry the past Looking for men who may heal me fast Found myself in bad situations, the kind that wake me from my sleep When all I ever wanted was someone to love me Bare hands kept me silent No matter how far I go, I can't run from it No nightmares again he said, and we close our eyes But still I wake at 3am fighting the Demond's in the night.

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