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"dispite" poems
Doldrums bang, doldrums, doldrums Throughout she sang, throughout, throughout My heart broke then, my heart, my heart But then she spoke, but then, but then Enraptured I flew enraptured, enraptured Because she knew, because, because Dispite what she does dispite, dispite My love she was my love my love
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Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
My love she was, my love, my love
I miss your ***** Almost as much as i miss your ******* I want you more than i can comprehend These perverted thoughts i dont even pretend Theyre not all i think about all day Also i can honestly say I ********** to her At a massive rate It blows my mind How one of a kind This georgious ******* girl is Please oh please will ya be my miss I swear ill be better to you Than anybody ever you never knew If you swear down youll be mine Ill bring you flowers on valentines Black roses that remind us of death and **** Ill make sure you are aways well lit High as a kite you know what i mean? And dispite of how crazy it seems, When i do finally greet death, Hopfully overdosed on some neat **** I will be embraced by satan himself, BUT WHAT NO! WHATS THAT BEHIND THE SHELF?! Out flys a glorious Anni Chariot pulled by badass pegasi She pulls out her mighty scabard Slices and dices the decaying ******* wait wait went off track a bit That last part...didnt quite fit But im just obsessing Seriously not messing I want you so bad It makes me so mad I want you and all of you Im not queit sure what to do From there But i dont care. My one and only demand I just want to hold your hand
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
Anni the badass Satan Slayer
I'm over you Roses are red,violets are blue. You think you broke me,but, I'm going to show you. I'll come back even stronger than before. Your lies and deceit don't affect me anymore. I'll be even more confident, wait and you'll see. You thought you could take my dreams away from me. My belief in my abilities, and,that is so sad. You'll never know the diamond you had. What was once in ruin is more solid than ever, dispite the fact you tore it down.You thought you were clever. Now who's the smart one?.I am, without a doubt. I've change who I am, both inside and out. I won't accept anything less than a heart that is true. The days finally come. I'm over you. If you ever realize the pain you have caused, If you ever see how you made my life pause. I hope you don't hurt anyone else that deep. Because in the end, what you sew, you'll reap. Another will come along, that captures your heart and, before you know it, will rip it apart. Randy McPeek
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
Im over you
I seek the mystery of the night, I crave the one wearing midnights lace I need to see the depths of her darkness and become lost in her velvet embrace I seek truths unseen by normal men, only ever beheld under a sunless sky To humble myself and plead again and again, her attention a shooting star, still catch it I will try Her skin dark, with a sheen as though stars are lined underneath Her eyes all seeing, the secrets they hold and the truth they know Her lips the lock in which few if any man or woman hold the true key A blasphemous thought to think there is a flaw in her from head to toe I am mesmerized by the dark skin of the lady with a lions name I am trapped by the possibilities of the girl with the gun firing roses The dark woman, a lioness that no sane person will ever try and tame I am enchanted, at great risks I must get to know her dispite the threat she poses
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
She who wears midnight
If I could I  would  But I can't So I  won't --Be the carpenter to the building up of your ego. --Shower you with confident praise, umbrella you from dissident things. --Figure out the high and low moods of an adrenaline ***** --Nod in agreement, like a court jester, to the latest exploits of a drama queen.    Its a constant chore I abhor just to get you up and moving out the door. Push you out the nest to fly, throw you in the water to sink or swim, to try. It's what we do when children are all grown, NOT what we do for girlfriends who are afraid to leave home or be alone. It's  not a keeping score point system where I'm giving more than I'm getting. Its more of a witnessing to the feeling of the allowing and the letting. If I could I would But I can't So I  won't -- pave a yellow brick road through your misgivings. --Smooth off the edges of your indecisions. --Give you the cowardly  lions courage he got from Oz. --Lie to boss Hog that your sick in bed. -- Tweezer out the splinters of your perceived injustices. If I  could I would But I can't so I wont Cottle you, bottle you, can't promise you or promote you. Must remove you and remote you, no longer develop you or devote you. Your on your own. And in the end, dispite what I  do and the might that I  do it with... the final road is one we walk alone.   I have to let you go now.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
The end... of a girlfriend.
The reflection of the mirror is not what i see It lacks depth and dimension You cant see what i see. i dont need to reach into the mirror to touch what i see. I can simply touch what i see. Dont be displeased by what you see know that i love you dispite what you see. Because what i see. Is much more than just a reflection of what you see.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
what i see
ANYTHING FOR A HOME THE GOVERNMENTS DON’T CARE FOR THE MENTALLY ILL THEY DON’T GIVE A **** YA SEE THIS HOMELESS MENTALLY ILL MAN WAS CAMPING ILLEGALLY CAUSE HE HAS NO HOME TO GO TO I THINK IT’S WRONG, WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TOO SEEING ONE OF THE POOOR AND SUFFERING GET INTO TROUBLE FOR ILLEGAL CAMPING UMMMMMMMMMM MAKE THIS POLICE MAN LEARN UMMMMMMMMM THAT DISCIPLINE LIKE THIS IS WRONG UMMMMMMM PLEASE INSTEAD OF ARRESTING THEM, GIVE THIS GUY A HOME WITH ROUND THE CLOCK CARE UMMMMMMMM SO NO PERSON CAN NICK HIS STUFF UMMMMMMMMM HE SUFFERS MORE THAN THE COPS UMMMMMMMMM HE NEEDED TO BE LOOKED AFTER MORE UMMMMMMMMM HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE UMMMMMMMMM THESE POLICE MEN WERE JUST DOING THEIR JOB, WELL YEAH MATE UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM HE HAD NOWHERE LEFT TO GO, UMMMMMMMMM I LIKE MENTAL PEOPLE UMMMMMM THEY MIGHT LOOK DIFFERENT, UMMMMMMMM THEY ARE ALRIGHT AND FUNNY UMMMMMMMMMM HE NEEDED TO BE CRIVEN TO A HOME FOR THE HOMELESS UMMMMMMMMMMM RATHER THAN SHOT, NO THERE IS NO EXCUSE, FOR POLICE DOING THIS UMMMMMMMMMMM THEY ARE HASSLING THE MENTALLY ILL, IT’S SO WRONG UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM, I DON’T WANT TO SAY THINGS OUT OF TURN, BUT UMMMMMMM THESE POLICEMEN WERE IN THE WRONG UMMMMMMMMMMM THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR KILLING IN EVERY STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION UMMMMMMMMMMM IF HE REALLY CARES, THEY WOULDN’T HAVE SHOT HIM DEAD UMMMMMMMMMMMM SORRY IF I AM TOO HARSH, BUT BUDDHA SAYS KILLING IS WRONG, UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMMM NO, BUDDHA, ATHENA, AND CRONUS, WHO IS ME, DOESN’T EXCEPT THIS UMMMMMMMMMMMM GIVE THIS HOMELESS MAN A MICROPHONE, ON SATURN SO HE CAN RAT OFF THE POLICE THAT KILLED HIM UMMMMMMMMMMMMM SOMETIMES IT’S GOOD TO BE HARSH, UMMMMMMMMM IF YOU SEE THE KILLING OF THE HOMELESS UMMMMMMMMMMMM IT’S JUST NOT ON, BUDDY, IT’S JUST NOT ON UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMM UMMMMMMM UMMMMMM I HOPE THE POLICE AREN’T PROUD OF WHAT THEY DID, IT’S WRONG TO **** THE MENTALLY ILL UMMMMMMMMMMM DISPITE WHAT YOUR REASONS MAYBE UMMMMMMMMM I AM TOO NICE, FOR BEING A FIGHTER UMMMMMMMMMMMM BUT THIS ****** CHILLS ME TO THE SPINE UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM PLEASE, GIVE THIS MENTALLY ILL HOMELESS MAN A PERFECT FAMILY IN HIS NEXT LIFE UMMMMMMMMMMM IF THERE IS ANY SUCH THING AS A PERFECT FAMILY UMMMMMMMMMMM LET THIS DEATH, MAKE THESE POLICEMEN SQUIRM LIKE I DID, BUT I NEVER KILLED NOBODY UMMMMMMMMMMM HOMELESS, HOMELESS HOMELESS, I SAID IT 3 TIMES, TO STATE THE REASON WHY HE WAS CAMPING UMMMMMMMMMMM IT’S BECAUSE HE WAS SUFFERING, HE WAS HOMELESS, HE WAS HOMELESS HE WAS HOMELESS UMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM KILLING SHOULD BE WRONG UMMMMMMMM PEOPLE SHOULD BE GIVEN PROPER GUN TRAINING UMMMMMMMM IT’S WRONG TO **** IT’SC WRONG TO **** UMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMM
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
HOMELESS PEOPLE ARE SUFFERING, THEY WILL DO ANYTHING FOR A HOME
ANYTHING FOR A HOME THE GOVERNMENTS DON’T CARE FOR THE MENTALLY ILL THEY DON’T GIVE A **** YA SEE THIS HOMELESS MENTALLY ILL MAN WAS CAMPING ILLEGALLY CAUSE HE HAS NO HOME TO GO TO I THINK IT’S WRONG, WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TOO SEEING ONE OF THE POOOR AND SUFFERING GET INTO TROUBLE FOR ILLEGAL CAMPING UMMMMMMMMMM MAKE THIS POLICE MAN LEARN UMMMMMMMMM THAT DISCIPLINE LIKE THIS IS WRONG UMMMMMMM PLEASE INSTEAD OF ARRESTING THEM, GIVE THIS GUY A HOME WITH ROUND THE CLOCK CARE UMMMMMMMM SO NO PERSON CAN NICK HIS STUFF UMMMMMMMMM HE SUFFERS MORE THAN THE COPS UMMMMMMMMM HE NEEDED TO BE LOOKED AFTER MORE UMMMMMMMMM HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE UMMMMMMMMM THESE POLICE MEN WERE JUST DOING THEIR JOB, WELL YEAH MATE UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM HE HAD NOWHERE LEFT TO GO, UMMMMMMMMM I LIKE MENTAL PEOPLE UMMMMMM THEY MIGHT LOOK DIFFERENT, UMMMMMMMM THEY ARE ALRIGHT AND FUNNY UMMMMMMMMMM HE NEEDED TO BE CRIVEN TO A HOME FOR THE HOMELESS UMMMMMMMMMMM RATHER THAN SHOT, NO THERE IS NO EXCUSE, FOR POLICE DOING THIS UMMMMMMMMMMM THEY ARE HASSLING THE MENTALLY ILL, IT’S SO WRONG UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM, I DON’T WANT TO SAY THINGS OUT OF TURN, BUT UMMMMMMM THESE POLICEMEN WERE IN THE WRONG UMMMMMMMMMMM THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR KILLING IN EVERY STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION UMMMMMMMMMMM IF HE REALLY CARES, THEY WOULDN’T HAVE SHOT HIM DEAD UMMMMMMMMMMMM SORRY IF I AM TOO HARSH, BUT BUDDHA SAYS KILLING IS WRONG, UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMMM NO, BUDDHA, ATHENA, AND CRONUS, WHO IS ME, DOESN’T EXCEPT THIS UMMMMMMMMMMMM GIVE THIS HOMELESS MAN A MICROPHONE, ON SATURN SO HE CAN RAT OFF THE POLICE THAT KILLED HIM UMMMMMMMMMMMMM SOMETIMES IT’S GOOD TO BE HARSH, UMMMMMMMMM IF YOU SEE THE KILLING OF THE HOMELESS UMMMMMMMMMMMM IT’S JUST NOT ON, BUDDY, IT’S JUST NOT ON UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMM UMMMMMMM UMMMMMM I HOPE THE POLICE AREN’T PROUD OF WHAT THEY DID, IT’S WRONG TO **** THE MENTALLY ILL UMMMMMMMMMMM DISPITE WHAT YOUR REASONS MAYBE UMMMMMMMMM I AM TOO NICE, FOR BEING A FIGHTER UMMMMMMMMMMMM BUT THIS ****** CHILLS ME TO THE SPINE UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM PLEASE, GIVE THIS MENTALLY ILL HOMELESS MAN A PERFECT FAMILY IN HIS NEXT LIFE UMMMMMMMMMMM IF THERE IS ANY SUCH THING AS A PERFECT FAMILY UMMMMMMMMMMM LET THIS DEATH, MAKE THESE POLICEMEN SQUIRM LIKE I DID, BUT I NEVER KILLED NOBODY UMMMMMMMMMMM HOMELESS, HOMELESS HOMELESS, I SAID IT 3 TIMES, TO STATE THE REASON WHY HE WAS CAMPING UMMMMMMMMMMM IT’S BECAUSE HE WAS SUFFERING, HE WAS HOMELESS, HE WAS HOMELESS HE WAS HOMELESS UMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM KILLING SHOULD BE WRONG UMMMMMMMM PEOPLE SHOULD BE GIVEN PROPER GUN TRAINING UMMMMMMMM IT’S WRONG TO **** IT’SC WRONG TO **** UMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMM
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Ive been sad for as long as i can remember, Ive been sad so long when i smile, laugh and joke people think ive gone wild. Ive been sad so long ive become accustom to choosing the sad song over the happy, staying alone rather then socializing, Keeping quite and dying inside, Ive been sad for so long, i lost hope for happy. Happy is a far off image painted by my friends and family that is false hope. Ive been sad for so long, happy seems like a myth, a story told around the campfire to distract you from the danger that surrounds you. And yet, dispite all the sad and blue emotions, i felt happy while with you.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
Sad
Sublime wildflower As I lay here awake from juxtaposed sleepless nights of thoughts of you as my own again I wait.. I wait for a breakthrough through your pearl shaped, intricately carved paths and pink marble stone cover you call a brain But my love.. I am using a chisel made from cotton candy and dead stars made of designer drugs and fragments of my pale fragile heart As the chistel works its way through marinating the surface of your "brain" I wait attentively in amusement - The type of amusement a child wakes up early to on christmas morning anxious to open the largest anonymous present under the tree But unfortunetly he has not eaten yet, he has not brushed his teeth yet, he has not kissed his mother goodmorning yet or fetched dads newspaper under the mistletoe.. I write dispite of the chapters I have left unwritten to write your chapter (4) I wait despite of the uncertainty my heart feels - I don't listen to him anymore by the way. Waiting for you is like waiting for Winter again. I love Winter so I wait but in the process I fall in love with the shades of other seasons and that is the issue My heart paves way to anything close to the words you spoke, the scriptures you wrote, the spaces you poked I wait.. in lights of my fragile soul - I don't know if you haven't come to realize this already but it feeds of you, you are its daily grace as the bible is to a nun you are its bible and my soul, the nun I await to love you again and I love that because you love me too and the love I have for you mutliplys by a thousand with each of the four letter word (love) mentioned in this here stanza including the one in brackets I still really really love you I won't pretend that I intend to stop living but I do intend to stay faithful to the love that you have given me. As the constellations you have built inside my dark matter still shine/burn bright as our future together ----- Leks
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Letters to A. Part 4.
Sublime wildflower As I lay here awake from juxtaposed sleepless nights of thoughts of you as my own again I wait.. I wait for a breakthrough through your pearl shaped, intricately carved paths and pink marble stone cover you call a brain But my love.. I am using a chisel made from cotton candy and dead stars made of designer drugs and fragments of my pale fragile heart As the chistel works its way through marinating the surface of your "brain" I wait attentively in amusement - The type of amusement a child wakes up early to on christmas morning anxious to open the largest anonymous present under the tree But unfortunetly he has not eaten yet, he has not brushed his teeth yet, he has not kissed his mother goodmorning yet or fetched dads newspaper under the mistletoe.. I write dispite of the chapters I have left unwritten to write your chapter (4) I wait despite of the uncertainty my heart feels - I don't listen to him anymore by the way. Waiting for you is like waiting for Winter again. I love Winter so I wait but in the process I fall in love with the shades of other seasons and that is the issue My heart paves way to anything close to the words you spoke, the scriptures you wrote, the spaces you poked I wait.. in lights of my fragile soul - I don't know if you haven't come to realize this already but it feeds of you, you are its daily grace as the bible is to a nun you are its bible and my soul, the nun I await to love you again and I love that because you love me too and the love I have for you mutliplys by a thousand with each of the four letter word (love) mentioned in this here stanza including the one in brackets I still really really love you I won't pretend that I intend to stop living but I do intend to stay faithful to the love that you have given me. As the constellations you have built inside my dark matter still shine/burn bright as our future together ----- Leks
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How does your garden grow? With don'ts and can'ts, and dying plants, And feelings you should not know. Does it grow too fast, But never last, And promise to stay but always go Have the weeds crept in, Or have they always been , In the places they should not go Tell me how does your garden grow ? With can'ts and why's,   And annoying flys, And water that does not flow Tell me why should my garden grow ? I feed it right , Pull weeds from sight, And all dispite an endless feeling of woe. Tell me will my garden ever grow?
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
Garden of evil
Ruth was not her name Ruth is just her game To save her face, and keep her safe, Dispite the pain she gave, Ruth will be the same Ruth was first, the best, the worst The one who took us everywhere And once I lost her in the crowd And found her again in all new wares The greatest kiss The fastest ride Up great hills and down sweet planes To an end most fowl. Twice I died. Ruth was the first, the best, the worst The one who ruined everything And again I lost her to the crowd And met her again in the wings The sideline view of her shook my heart And rocked my feeble world Up terrible mountains And down sharp plunges To an end so fowl That it could.only be that girl Ruth is not her name Ruth is just her game She may not know the way she works, The way she is, that's Ruth. Ruth hurt
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Ruth is an anagram
It's scary Not really knowing who you are I guess it depends on the scene Every setting a different person Every setting the same body It's scary Not knowing your mind Not knowing your heart You trying to help You tearing me apart But what hurts the most Being surrounded by actors Wanting to trust But terrified of dissapointment Dispite all of this I won't change me because of actors ■sscsx
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
Surrounded by Actors
You say you love us But that's a lie. You say you just borrow But you steal. You say you can't choose But you can. You say you are fine But you're not. You act all loving But you're just fronting. And so You say that cigs are your babies Now that's actually true. Because you my dear Have told that to us. Yes, it's a addiction But if you even cared about us AT ALL, You would try. Dispite how stressed you are. One cigarette can't help you. Your family can.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
One Cigarette.
I know the truth. I guess that is all that matters. That white one shouldered dress, that clung tightly to my hips, like a woman to her lover. I know the truth. Maybe that dress had been removed, but nothing was given away. Dispite common belief. Even through a thick haze of drugs and alcohol, I know the truth. "It doesn't matter what anyone says or what they think" That's what I tell myself. But I know, with the wholeness of my being, that I care. I am not a **** I was younger then, not by much, but younger. And I didn't know that you could turn me into something used and tainted, frowned down upon by others. I didn't know that your few words and a mischievous grin could turn me into something I am not. But I knew the truth.
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
Truth
Bolting upright, In a valley oh so green, Adorned in white, And seeing clouds dot the sky, I realize with a starling realization, "Oh **** I guess I died." Make my way to the barn I saw, See a spread on a table 30 foot wide, I see Jesus with all his fellers, Laughin' while sippin on wine. I walk up to the Son, And ask if I can have a seat, He gestures to the empty seat to his left, Apparently, he was waiting for me. As Jesus laughs at a joke from John the Baptist, I take a sip from my glass with a trembling hand, Looking at our savior a gather the gumption to ask him an important question to me. As he turns to me I feel my stomach drop, He says, "Go on my friend and ask." I say to him, "Oh Lord, how is it this came to be?" He ponders this over a bite of trout, Gesturing me to take a bite of my own. As I chew on the tender meat he swallows and says. "My boy, you were a bit gruff, and crass I may say, But you believed in me and dispite your rougher edges, You never lost your faith." I looked over to James, Who's talking to Matthew, Debating the best kind of fly for fishin, And Jesus continues to me. "While you stumbled a time or two, And did some things that made me shake my head, You did your best to be a better man, So for that you can join in on this little meal, and feast here with my friends." I take in the scene before me, The surrealness of it all, And a smile creeps along my face, But quickly falls with the same pace, "But what of my family Jesus, Are they alright after my death?" He turns to me, A smile in his eyes, and lays my concerns at ease. "They'll grieve you, and in time they'll just join you here, But for now let's finish up, Because Mary makes a mean cobbler"
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Jan 20, 2023
Jan 20, 2023 at 9:09 PM UTC
My first dinner with Jesus
Bolting upright, In a valley oh so green, Adorned in white, And seeing clouds dot the sky, I realize with a starling realization, "Oh **** I guess I died." Make my way to the barn I saw, See a spread on a table 30 foot wide, I see Jesus with all his fellers, Laughin' while sippin on wine. I walk up to the Son, And ask if I can have a seat, He gestures to the empty seat to his left, Apparently, he was waiting for me. As Jesus laughs at a joke from John the Baptist, I take a sip from my glass with a trembling hand, Looking at our savior a gather the gumption to ask him an important question to me. As he turns to me I feel my stomach drop, He says, "Go on my friend and ask." I say to him, "Oh Lord, how is it this came to be?" He ponders this over a bite of trout, Gesturing me to take a bite of my own. As I chew on the tender meat he swallows and says. "My boy, you were a bit gruff, and crass I may say, But you believed in me and dispite your rougher edges, You never lost your faith." I looked over to James, Who's talking to Matthew, Debating the best kind of fly for fishin, And Jesus continues to me. "While you stumbled a time or two, And did some things that made me shake my head, You did your best to be a better man, So for that you can join in on this little meal, and feast here with my friends." I take in the scene before me, The surrealness of it all, And a smile creeps along my face, But quickly falls with the same pace, "But what of my family Jesus, Are they alright after my death?" He turns to me, A smile in his eyes, and lays my concerns at ease. "They'll grieve you, and in time they'll just join you here, But for now let's finish up, Because Mary makes a mean cobbler"
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Little things can keep me Eye to eye to when I knew that silhouette this time dispite my compromising Goodbye's really go nowhere When we do, You do Goodbye's remain, vivid, real... The rest of your life So I don't meet most I'm no observer, nor outgoing Far too nervous, introverted I just walk on alone, In a world far too crowded
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
World Far Too Crowded
"I love your feet for how they found me" Those aren't my words but there sure true Because this life is quite the journey I'd like to travel it with you We'll find new comfort in the thunder And let the silence speak its peace Just happy in each other's presence As the days turn into weeks I'll be the one to hold you tightly And reassure you that your whole I know this world at time seems lonely but your heart stays warm dispite the cold
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Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
Resting Place
Can't I just be someone else? Can't I just go back in time? Can I just stop feeling? Can my emotions simply die? Die in time Die in space Die to lift me from this place Place my heart On ice in case In case I want it back one day One day I'll wake up With love beside me Happiness inside me Peace dispite the Odds are that it wont be you It wont be anyone I ever Knew I would be sad again I can't shake the heavy oppression when The darkness calls out my name And I am forced to answer him saying I have nothing else but emptiness. I'd take the pill without regrets.
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Me. Alone. Again.
Ever wonder If the gashes and bruises on her hands weren't from the hard work, but unleashed when she got lost in her self-loathing too close to a wall Or If maybe he's not cold, maybe that sweater is hiding the cruelty of the night on a damaged soul Or If it wasn't that she has two sports a day that made her so tiny, maybe the words in her childhood tortured her, cutting off her food supply And Maybe it wasnt an accident, dispite what he says, that made those splotches where his skin was savagely overheated
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
Untitled
What if my tongue Parched from its boredom Runs out of ink Or forgets itself And the ways of penning graphite scenes Into the reality of lines to be ? What if my of Has come forth only to be Nothing more than a habitus Or self reflective mirror That worships either everything of self Or of thee ? What if our cause Was already free And found beside a quiet setting Where the Idaho deer Meet, paw, and breed their joys Dispite of inequities ? What if this All the snow in heaven fell And all the heat of hell rose up And all the steam between were trees And you were me And we were these ? What if is all I ask of me ?
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Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC
A Question
Walk faster push harder Look for a light in the sun All though all around you it feels like it dying You're dying there's no air there's no fun You're drowning alone and suffocating The salt being poured down your throat Strangles your cries for help You can't hardly breath much less float So why try? Why not give up? The bodies around you have done it The blood that you drown in could fill gallons and cups But you don't You're still here You're alive Dispite what you fear I am too And so are the others My pain won't be so bad If we help one anothers Its a long and scary swim with no boats and no oars But i'll give you my hand If you give me yours
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 4:24 AM UTC
Help
Being in a crowded place, makes me feel numb. Because dispite being surrounded by smiling faces, happy people and positive thoughts... i am so alone. i'd prefer to be in bed sleeping. Forgetting the world. Because being surrounded by people who seem to be so fine.. makes me fall apart. Because truth is, im not okay.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
The Truth
The glance she gave me When we started shifting Our memories to those we follow. The seconds we counted When we started living For today not depending on tomorrow Hollow man, she started shouting... With a silent voice, That broke every ear's boundary. She was quite, but sending out A lot of information ... Information I started treasuring For the young to trace and build A new Generation... I guess managing to see how She gets to be nervous when Saying HI , was miscalculated Because of the raised eyebrows With vibrating eyelids . Heart started pumping blood slower Disturbing BlooD flow, suddenly she called me Noah.... Was it because I was chilled Therefore my shoulders were a Lil' bit Lower ...? Guess one will never understand The tiniest Details going through a woman's mind ... Dispite the Struggle I'm glad I can still call her "Mine"
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
Tiniest Details
Take my hand step in time I am sure it'll turn out fine just let the current untwine your mind Every single step takes you closer and closer With every single breath, you find yourself shoulder to shoulder with Enimes and friends With out the evil intent I guess the stars aligned And all we say are we are all the same, in the end Someone spots you A jesture or smile Its been a while, why not smile back? Some peice of mind might finally come through I think we both need a bit of good Trust me, i know the game we're playing A razor quite thin, the head of a pin But balancing comes as second nature Tomorrow we'll still have our chance to win The lights light faces and faces light Everyone is one tonight Crack a smile its been a while we've got the might Not to mention will to take something and dispite hatred bleeding though manage ourselves a lovely night The colors of the glass Surrounding little suns Stain our hearts bright shades We need to let the pain Wash away The irony is lost on me But thats just the way i like it ignorance is dangerous but i think you should try it Hatred fuels this night But thats alright by me I dont think ive ever felt so completely free Venom drips from every cobble on every corner of every street But i think you can do us both a favor And turn your head as our hearts beat Intermingled with the rythm Love and trust the ones you meet Just for the night Its all alright
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
Parade 1/4