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"monsters" poems
I want to sleep forever and reside in my dreams            To frolic through a collage of different spectacles and scenes                 An escape from the insufferable, cruel world at large I want to sleep forever I want to sleep forever so I can live in my dreams            The ruler of the lands, the queen of all kings                With nothing to fear but the darkside of the conscience I want to sleep forever I want to sleep forever and fight my inner demons         Provide peace of mind for all bothered and exhausted               Float on utter bliss; those monsters, I'll never miss I want to sleep forever I want to sleep forever and never show sadness again         Bright, long-lasting smiles on weekly sullen days              Created and maintained in a variety of ways I want to sleep forever I want to sleep forever to erase everything        I want to sleep forever and feel warmth again            To bathe myself in content that won't ever end Let me sleep forever
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Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 3:00 AM UTC
Lucid
If you could read my mind, You’d see a thousand papers Filled with broken poetries And deadbeat proses Full of woeful verses With mournful pieces Of unfinished stories That are yet to be written And failed to be spoken; If you could read my mind, You’d hear horrible screams And earsplitting weeps From shattered dreams, Kept in a nasty notepad, Scribbled on a bed Of bloodstained words, Ringing in my head. If you could read my mind, You’d see the shadows That lurk within me; You’d hear the bellows, Screeching the words “I’m tired,” “I’m a failure,” “I’m stupid –” I know it sounds stupid, It’s pathetically foolish And seems like ******* If you could read my mind, You’d feel the tears I had ever failed to cry; You’d see the people That make the weak weaker; You’d see the monsters That consume my head; You’d hear the hollers That failed to be freed; You’d see the heart That still bleeds and bleeds. If you could read my mind, You’d see the face I’ve failed to show back then, The face I’ve faked back then. If you could read my mind, You’d see a character I had ever failed to become If you could read my mind, You’d be able to read A book you never wished To touch and read, But sometimes I still wish Someone could read my mind.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
If You Could Read My Mind
Damaged people are dangerous because they know how to survive, And if you've never been damaged you don't know how it feels to be alive, See struggle is the sauce that gives success its flavour, when life kicked you down it was doing you a favour. Cos it's in your darkest hour, not in prosperity that you will realise your true ability. Life dunks you in deep waters not to drown you but to cleanse you. And that's just the beginning of what it will put you through. But it's chiselling you down, you won't deflate. It's not wearing you thin, it's getting you to your fighting weight. Prosperity makes monsters, adversity makes men. I believe when you reach the top life will yank you back down again. You didn't break down, you just had a flat tyre so get back up and relight that fire. keep it burning and churning at the pit of your heart and keep on learning and yearning and never fall apart. Stare life in the eyes and say "no matter how many times my spirit won't break if my drive never dies" So throw me a burden I won't lose my composure, It's for this very reason that life gave me shoulders. Get better not bitter This weather will wither I'll turn wounds into wisdom sadness into spirit tears to tenacity I will never quit it Take a deep breath and concentrate your stare because a road with no obstacles never took you anywhere.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 6:40 AM UTC
A road with no obstacles
Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Fear Us
*You don’t make me sad It’s those monsters in my head That tell me hurtful rumors About what one girl said I listen and I wonder How could someone say those things When not a one is true Yet look at the pain it brings You don’t make me hate myself It’s those words on that screen The ones that say I’m ***** When I couldn’t be more clean Cyber bullying is not a joke Yet no one does a thing They let it happen constantly And I feel the pain that stings You don’t make me give up on life It’s the fists that give my bruises I’m not strong enough for this life My pain it bleeds and oozes I tried to be brave But this life just isn’t for me I gave up on this life And there’s no place I’d rather be She was a lovely girl Who cared so much for others But the ones she cared for most Are the ones that watched her suffer Her bruises are visible Her heart is broken in two But no one did a thing Because there was nothing we could do Now the rumors are dead The words are deleted from the screen Her bruises are heeled up And now she’s forever unseen*
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
unseen
I look online at this virtual world we all live in today. And I find a hidden war that never seems to end. Cruel words hidden as bombs. Barbaric comments hidden as guns. As I walk through this torn battlefield, with blood spilled everywhere, I find not a single page with peace instead of war. People seem to become so mean just because it isn't face to face. People turn into monsters, monsters that bite and **** It's like people seem to think their words have no impact, their message is just a joke. But this war on the Internet is more real than before. There are crying people, bullied people, who catch these bullets that people have sent, and decide that maybe life isn't worth living anymore. There are wounded people, wanting for just some love, only to find hate and anger written wherever they go in this Internet war today. This war may be virtual, but it's real and alive even as we speak. Some people wonder why suicides are so often. Some people wonder why teens are becoming so depressed. All they have to do is open their computer and their minds to this Internet war we have today.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Internet War
I like to play horror games Amnesia was the first one I played The monsters were scary The envoirement was eerie But if I'd call the monster Steven Instead of scared I'd be merry Steven was such a funny guy He looked funny He walked weirdly Nothing of him would terrify The only time he'd scare me was when I'd open the door Sometimes the jumpscare would make me fall to the floor Many years I have played these games Even though I was scared, in the end I'd be okay That was until I stood next to my brother He was not yet in his grave This experience was like no other It crashed on me like a giant wave I'd never seen him lay so still It was hard but I wanted to try Though I knew it could only go downhill I wanted to touch his hand one last time I lowered my body and reached out my hand I was pretty sure he would scare me right then & there But my brother didnt move, not even a hair And I realized at that moment how much I wanted that jumpscare
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
Jumpscare
The truth is this: every monster you have met or will ever meet was once a human being with a soul that was as soft and light as silk Someone stole that silk from their soul and turned them into this So when you see a monster next always remember do not fear the thing before you fear the thing that created it instead. -NIKITA GILL
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
The Truth About Monsters (Nikita Gill)
goodnight angel the monsters under your bed wont hurt you tonight the monster in your closet is slipping from your mind it’s time to sleep dont worry they wont hurt you but they will always be there. m.g.
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
goodnight
you are the center, the sun in the sky warming, lighting, guiding those below you are the core, the hub in the wheel forming, maintaining, strengthening the circle you are the earth, the bedrock beneath supporting, stabilizing, reinforcing our lives you are the reason for our being, our births, our lives nurturing, nourishing, caring for our hopes, our dreams you gather, sort the fruits, roots harvested from the land tending, stoking, reviving embers smothering in the hearth your strength transcends your body, your mind, your heart from the first child, to the last, your love, affection is forever you cradle, caress, kiss, comforting the child reassuring, protecting, shooing monsters away you are the strong, tough, steady woman in our lives fierceness of a lioness, tender as a kitten, loving her child
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
strong tough steady woman
When I was little I was scared Scared of the monsters living under my bed I used to hide, under my blanket Under my blanket, I was safe The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket My parents used to say The monsters would go away I would grow up and that then they would leave But I grew up And the monsters didn’t leave Turns out my monsters, grew with me Now instead of under my bed The monsters live inside my head So I hide, under my blanket Where I think I am safe Wondering if after all this time My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
Monsters
From the beginning we were born to die. There is no starting over. There are no second chances. With death carved on our skin how could we live a normal life? You could run but you'll one day run out of breath. It's just a game. You hide your pain and sorrow. Save it for another day when everything just falls apart and you can't pick it up. Medicine and alcohol keeps you awake As you hunt your demons and monsters. You could choose to die but then this world would fall apart. You give others that second chance, you give them time to run and escape while you slaughter their monsters, and **** their demons instead. You've got blood on your hands and a soldier's heart. Your brain is beautiful just corrupted. You smile to stay strong and your humor hides your internal scars. In the end you'll look back on your youth and notice you died a long time ago. You never had the chance to be happy. You'll never know the feeling of growing old with your lover because all your lovers are either buried below your feet, or somewhere up in the sky with the stars. It's not that far, one day you'll be with them. Then, you'll finally be able to rest your tired hands.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
With Tired Hands
TO: icarus i don’t feel anything when i look at you anymore TO: icarus but, sometimes, i miss your freckles like crazy TO: icarus okay so maybe i lied TO: icarus i keep trying not to i keep failing TO: icarus but i guess it’s just that you are like no one i’ve met TO: icarus and it’s dumb to call you my first love when you didn’t even love me back, but… man, you were my first love TO: icarus i love(d) you so bad. TO: icarus and if i see you on the sidewalk, i cross the street because i’m so afraid of brushing by you and falling all over again TO: icarus i don’t think i’d be strong to crawl back out this time TO: icarus how dumb i was to think i’d be enough for icarus TO: icarus i loved icarus and he dragged me into the sun with him TO: icarus i loved icarus and he let me drown in the ocean, grasping for the feathers of his wings TO: icarus you made me want to understand gods, but i only knew about monsters TO: icarus god, you didn’t deserve the immortality that i gave you TO: icarus you didn't deserve a single thing TO: icarus so if i’m ever the kind of poet they write biographies about and whose work high schoolers are forced to analyze, some underpaid english teacher is going to have to talk about you as the mysterious and slightly vilified figure prevalent in my work TO: icarus you're in between every line
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
unsent text messages (1/?)
When we were children We learned to fight Fight the monsters Under our bed But how do you fight How do you fight The monsters in your head
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
Monsters
they’re pouring out of the woodwork those pretentious machiavellians in ailing albino frames eccentric masked figures milling about the glow light like night moths in a london fog lunatic gazers with seeping moles pinned by frogmen and twine spider climbers in hell fire splitting seams on the fading and hideous ink guards of the perch stand on hades hand while monsters and demons with severed limbs taunt the condemned and wanting souls of the ****** cauldron fire in blood red sky silent screams hack and wheeze gas lines broken words unspoken teetering backwards in the dark shadows of a phantom abyss
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
the eye of hieronymus bosch
I've spent centuries in this agony My body changes but time stays still All this time I've passed waiting to be found like a bird inside a cage, my feet chained to this ground *I can't keep my monsters at bay but I can't run away* In the eye of each soul all I see is fear and my own still whispers "I'm not from here" By now I thought I'd have more power But at the end of each day "it" still devours *Even though there's love in my heart I still feel like falling apart* Each fight feels like dark mirrors inside a maze and all I see in this reflection is my own empty gaze My mind is light years away from this place Still the only thing that saves me is your warm embrace *And when it feels like I have no choice I recognize your voice* I'm so tired of this fight But your love still keeps me warm Together, we'll win this battle Together, we'll breathe through the storm.
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
Reincarnation
I never sleep, and never will, I hold my breath, quiet, still. The slightest sound puts me on edge, a snapping twig, a rustling hedge. It matters not how far I go, how fast I run, how high, how low, There’s a monster after me… Huge and hungry, filled with hate, this creature would not hesitate, to slice me up, this is my fate, a pile of parts upon his plate… Yuck! Fear is the price that I must pay, For fear is what keeps him away, I tremble softly as I lay, or when I rise throughout the day, I’m terrified, I have to say… My future frozen by my fear, yet, I know the monsters near! And if I were to persevere, and let my terror disappear, the monster then  would find me here, and chop me up! That much is clear… Though some would say that I’m a slave, deep... Alone within this cave, How can they say that this is slavery, actively avoiding bravery? Don’t they know courage is savory, like some tasty monster gravy?! And, you may say that I am blind, to think that fear is something kind, that fear keeps monsters far behind, well, it’s worked this far, so I don’t mind…
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Fear Keeps The Monster Back!
There's twenty five million people in the city tonight They each breathe fire, like flames they ignite They're a city of saints, they're monsters, they're warriors born to fight Although diverse, their hearts beat in time to the city of lights
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
The city of lights
I see monsters in my head each night when I close my eyes There they are again with there sharp teeth snarling at me. help! please! Save me from the monsters. Save me from these monsters. Save me from my monsters.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Monsters
i think we still exist somewhere in the universe behind the sun where all of earth’s abandoned soulmates go to rest i think i can see us when i look up at the sky and squint directly into the rays of light, your brown eyes burning into mine i think we are together in the time that trails behind the present, dancing in circles until the last stars fizzle out i think that our promises seeped into the soil, like february rain, our souls sown together, tucked in beneath the world i think what we had is somewhere just out of reach, pulsing in the dim spaces between heat lightning and although, in this lifetime, we became nothing but shadows, monsters that linger on bedroom walls we are there, we are alive, and we are still in love.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
see you there
Monsters don’t exist Still, we are very afraid Because we made them
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
Monsters
I remember when you were young and wide eyed excited at the possibility of the world and afraid because it was all so big and you, you were the smallest creature in a forest full of monsters still, you had big dreams and wanted so badly to write something so unique and profound something to make people understand you understand themselves see that we are all one know that we all bleed the same slippery shades of water color even if the canvas is is different Fear is an ugly thing and overshadows and overwhelms, ******* the life out of life and the colors out of the rainbow that is supposed to shine overhead and keep the bad the things at bay it crawls into bed with you at night and keeps you awake, drilling everything that is wrong straight through your skull and into your soul like a woodpecker, never ceasing never letting you rest there is so much that is so hard to comprehend and make sense of and it is so much easier to let the fear take hold of you, wrap it's fingers tightly around your neck a noose growing ever tighter, strangling while you struggle until you have no voice left to speak It left you choking out fragments and run-on sentences into a journal that no one would ever see that still makes me burn when I flip through those pages reliving the story of my life that you wrote all those years ago I remember when you thought that no one could see you, so you lived your life like a child jumping up to see over the counter, making make-shift ladders out of whatever you could find so that you could grasp everything that always seemed so far above your reach, losing yourself so easily in a sea of people because they were so big and you were nothing You words are a time capsule that bring me back to a place when when we stared at each other in the mirror and curled our tiny fingers into a fist wanting to smash the glass because we were ugly But my words are a time machine, my gift to you from the future You are small still, but the world is not as big as it used to be and nothing ever comes easy but your dreams are coming true, you did not give up despite believing so often that you would fail and you are making a difference I am afraid because everyone is afraid, but I stand in front of the mirror young and wide-eyed, excited about the possibility of the world and when I look at you now, I know that we are learning to love each other finally.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Letter To My Younger Self
I remember when you were young and wide eyed excited at the possibility of the world and afraid because it was all so big and you, you were the smallest creature in a forest full of monsters still, you had big dreams and wanted so badly to write something so unique and profound something to make people understand you understand themselves see that we are all one know that we all bleed the same slippery shades of water color even if the canvas is is different Fear is an ugly thing and overshadows and overwhelms, ******* the life out of life and the colors out of the rainbow that is supposed to shine overhead and keep the bad the things at bay it crawls into bed with you at night and keeps you awake, drilling everything that is wrong straight through your skull and into your soul like a woodpecker, never ceasing never letting you rest there is so much that is so hard to comprehend and make sense of and it is so much easier to let the fear take hold of you, wrap it's fingers tightly around your neck a noose growing ever tighter, strangling while you struggle until you have no voice left to speak It left you choking out fragments and run-on sentences into a journal that no one would ever see that still makes me burn when I flip through those pages reliving the story of my life that you wrote all those years ago I remember when you thought that no one could see you, so you lived your life like a child jumping up to see over the counter, making make-shift ladders out of whatever you could find so that you could grasp everything that always seemed so far above your reach, losing yourself so easily in a sea of people because they were so big and you were nothing You words are a time capsule that bring me back to a place when when we stared at each other in the mirror and curled our tiny fingers into a fist wanting to smash the glass because we were ugly But my words are a time machine, my gift to you from the future You are small still, but the world is not as big as it used to be and nothing ever comes easy but your dreams are coming true, you did not give up despite believing so often that you would fail and you are making a difference I am afraid because everyone is afraid, but I stand in front of the mirror young and wide-eyed, excited about the possibility of the world and when I look at you now, I know that we are learning to love each other finally.
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Monsters sit on rainbows And dine in daylight They don't pester the darker things...like we think
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Monsters