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Hollow Steve Dec 2014
Stricken by the absence of color,
and the absence of rainbows that once sung to me.

Nullified and numbed by the irrationality of my ego,
and my hatred for sanity.

These are punctured wounds by the hands of the stained glass,
as this shattered hourglass speaks gibberish to me.

I'll take all the blame,
it was all my fault anyways.

As if my world wasn't trippy enough,
the only thing standing in my way is you.

So let violence sing one last time...
Scream for me poetry.
Andrew Nov 2017
There's a line drawn in the sand
It's a line drawn by the man
It's a line drawn by the hand
That feeds
Our breed

There are lines drawn on our faces
As sand hits the ground
These fault lines are from the races
Our lives have found
The lines get deeper
Like cuts on our skin
The lines get steeper
Like our chance to win

We're thrown into a landslide
We see the ground collapsing
For all the silly things we lie
And the things we say in passing
The momentum of this earthquake
Will never cease, only take
And these tectonic plates shift
When we live a hectic hate rift

I need safety
To embrace me
And save me from my world imploding
Before anyone can say they know me
But the planet is shaking
My mangled mind aching
I trap myself inside a steel vault
Never forgetting this is my fault
Amaris Oct 2018
when the day begins i taste salt
dreams turned into nightmares
can't tell between reality and sleep
at this point it's hard to care

misery is my loyal companion but
there's worry it's all in my mind
to feel all this but chaotic and wrong
don't want to accept that maybe i'm fine

saying i'm okay doesn't help
cause and effect can't be traced
so many variables of what could be bad
my own self is hard to face

the girl in the mirror is me but not
i barely recognize details
what if this is all my fault
how did i become so frail
The wondering
The questioning
The worrying
The thinking
The overthinking
The sleepless nights
The tired days
All my fault
Because once he said sorry
For what was his fault
I said ok, and so
The blame afterwards became
My own fault.
Twalib Mushi Aug 2018
I  couldn't  protest
As  you  stole  my  heart
With  your  magica­l  parachute
You pretended to be a better pilot.

I  am  screaming  and  I'll  shout
My  innocent  heart
Un­knowingly, i  gave  you  all  credit
Helpless  I  couldn't  fight
I  am  com­pletely  lost.

Look  now  what  you  left
Nothing  but  a  bad  ­taste
A  taste  of  pepper  and  salt
Whether  I  believe  it  or­  not
This  is  all  my  fault
It  maybe  my  fate!
Kylie Oct 2018
At 4 am she lays in bed
staring at the ceiling
listening to her favorite song

thinking of all the things she's done wrong
or what would happen if she didn't done that
thinking who left and stay in her life
why would they left and stay?

she's not even special
a ordinary girl with a messed up mind
what's so unique about that

she blames even thought it's no one's fault
suddenly she starts crying out of nowhere
she's finally break down her walls

she's not strong as she was once
Rose1106 Nov 2018
Her skin was the paper
Her blood was the paint
She took the razor
That once made her faint
And wrote his name
She is gone because
Of him
He feels no shame
Andje Feb 6
You used to shine with her
She used to keep your flame
Set upon that pain of her
that could never turn it off

Like she was born to drive you
And I still break my fingers
Too weak to touch your skin
I turned it off and wait here

For a new one, for the blaze
Where I’ll clearly see your face
And your eyes will burn again
Your fierce cold eyes
harlee kae Jun 2014
everything makes me think of you
and i guess thats my fault
for holding on too long.
Elizabeth Zenk Jun 2018
What should I do after the typhoon of reality crashes over me?
Ask hopeless questions like I always do like?
Why does the broken mirror still reflect that **** girl?
When will the sea of mistrust dry up?
When will the sun set it’s last on islands of doubt?
Why are personal secrets so accessible?
Why am I able to buy secrets like they no more than items belonging to lonely merchants.
Why are we told to cover wounds caused by harpoons that were fashioned by horrific memories?
Why must we be forced to sit in the cavern silence?
Why is the lullaby of a hurricane more forgiving than a false apology?
Do I need an interpreter to spell out what you’ve done wrong?
Now I dare you to tell me it wasn’t your fault.

All of this.

The ringing of those words still pierce these walls.
Would you believe it if I said we all remember, even when alcohol blurs your memory of what you did?
When these terrible flashbacks refuse to fade will you still tell me it isn’t your fault?
The wail of a shattered life is louder than your sickening lies.
Now, tell me it’s not your fault.

All of this.

The tension in the air still lingers four years later.
You have been exposed for what you’ve always been.
Now, stop trying to control us.
Like an albatross flying over a raging sea, I raise a white flag.
I've lost again.
We'll gladly pack up and leave.
Now, try and tell me as you sit alone not regretting a thing,
Now, tell me it’s not your fault.

All of this.
December 25, 2014
It started
All of this.
Piyush Gahlot Jul 2018
That pure innocent smile,
Your childish face and that side profile,
Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,
Would never forget you.
**** I miss you!

The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin,
Your blushy cheeks and that grin,
Still I adore you.
**** I miss you!

Those big dope eyes,
That Stupid nose ,
Those size 7 feet and pinky toes.
Your medications and Ayurvedic dose.
Wish again to feel you.
**** I miss you!

Baby I still remember,
that freezy December,
The day we fell off the scooter,
Your stupid buggy computer.
Our first date and the perfect kiss,
That raining night we spent in balcony
When you burnt the toast and macrony,
That birthday card you made me,
Helping in projects and assignments,
You taking care when I got sick,
I recall all those perfect memories of you,
still there's a place for you,
**** I miss you!

I wish you would have waited,
I would have come back,
But I can't blame you,
It was me who needed the space,
The fault is my OWN!
So I am the one left ALONE! :'(
I miss every cell of your body,
every second spent with you,
every moment in your arms,
Every bite I had with you.
I ******* miss the whole of YOU.
Shannon Sep 2018
It was my fault,
They always told me.

Worlds destroyed,
And lives taken,
Still everything went on unshook,
Nothing left for me except for fears,
Time had become nothing but lies.

Months had past,
Yet time was frozen.

For many people,
All was calm,
Unclouded thoughts filled their heads,
Leaving me with destructive lies,
That it was my fault.
Can any of you find the secret message in the poem?
Daniel Mar 6
I suffer
In the most beautiful way possible.
If you break my heart
You will see
How beautifully
You have broken me.

And I know already
that you will enjoy
the words
I will force out of me

until the moment you realize
that with my words I
threw a huge responsibility on you
too -
I made you the pen
I wrote my suicide note with.

G A B R I E L A Nov 2018
I placed the hammer on my chest
and laid on the ground as the pain consumed me
I tried to lift it a couple of times
lift that endless weight between my *******
but I wasn't strong enough
I would never be strong enough

I placed a weight on top of the hammer
and felt my heart skip a beat
suddenly, I found it hard to breath
I tried to lift it a couple of times
but I wasn't strong enough
I would never be strong enough

It was all my fault
I became the antagonist in my story
and even the hero in me couldn't beat me
the cycle continued
and I fell deeper into the abyss of pain.
September Roses Oct 2017
To watch one suffer
To be there as they slowly fall to the rubble
You reach out but as the tides pull in they go further and further from hope
From comfort
A never ending spiral they're falling your fingers slipping through theirs as you let them go
It isn't your fault but blood still runs
And you still remember
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