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"paralysing" poems
The toils of yesterday fade once more Like the crests of the waves Leave the anchor of its shore I make the decision to accept Then reflect --------------------- Like the Phoenix I rise from the ashes My path I carve With hands of skill Determined focused with an iron will Until the day My heart is still ----------------------- Like the Phoenix I rise from the ashes The challenge of darkness May eclipse My thoughts Stealing positive words From my lips Paralysing me to my fingertips But again I will arise once more Like I've done so many times before As the crests of the wave Leaves its anchor of the shore ---------------------------------------- Like the Phoenix I rise from the ashes
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
Like the Phoenix I rise from the ashes
They look out from the terrace. At the borders of sight live rocky hills behind brown and golden and olive crop under a cloudless sky. BANG! An artificial cloud. “Mira,” she points, “Venga!” They fly down stairs, diving like sparrows into the street. Boys sprint across pavements and climb; men vault over fences in time for news to reach ears. "¡Ya vienen!" Excitement and fear. The rattling of cow bells and galloping nears. Men bait and dodge horns and escape through doors and up and over red wooden bars. Sticks beat on the concrete ground and closer, louder, gallops sound. Seconds away – until the last, he side steps into a house; indoors, apart, he runs through the foyer and up the stairs around a corner with long strides too fast to follow. She chooses left and sings soprano when doors won't budge and        it                       crashes                                        in. She turns and the fear is paralysing. "FERMIN!" "FERMIN!" "FERMIN!" He hurdles the stairs and explodes but it rams her to and fro, thrashing her head against the wall where horns sin and gore cement and brick. He clasps the tail and heaves its hide from side to side as hooves smash crates of wine - they slip and slide in fractured glass; he finds a horn and yanks the head! He's yanked instead near dead before the men arrive down stairs to punch and kick it; strike and stick it smack and hit it; 'til it fits and quits and flees the foyer, fast and frantic, flying flustered by the frenzy, finally finding pattering paves it peters off down the street. "¿Que ha pasado?   ¿Quien ha sido?   ¡El Balbotin   y la Chicha!   ¡Que una vaca   les ha pillado!" "¿Estas bien?" Dizzy she's there with searching hands and scolding. "Podria haber sido peor"
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
Fermin el Balbotin
They look out from the terrace. At the borders of sight live rocky hills behind brown and golden and olive crop under a cloudless sky. BANG! An artificial cloud. “Mira,” she points, “Venga!” They fly down stairs, diving like sparrows into the street. Boys sprint across pavements and climb; men vault over fences in time for news to reach ears. "¡Ya vienen!" Excitement and fear. The rattling of cow bells and galloping nears. Men bait and dodge horns and escape through doors and up and over red wooden bars. Sticks beat on the concrete ground and closer, louder, gallops sound. Seconds away – until the last, he side steps into a house; indoors, apart, he runs through the foyer and up the stairs around a corner with long strides too fast to follow. She chooses left and sings soprano when doors won't budge and        it                       crashes                                        in. She turns and the fear is paralysing. "FERMIN!" "FERMIN!" "FERMIN!" He hurdles the stairs and explodes but it rams her to and fro, thrashing her head against the wall where horns sin and gore cement and brick. He clasps the tail and heaves its hide from side to side as hooves smash crates of wine - they slip and slide in fractured glass; he finds a horn and yanks the head! He's yanked instead near dead before the men arrive down stairs to punch and kick it; strike and stick it smack and hit it; 'til it fits and quits and flees the foyer, fast and frantic, flying flustered by the frenzy, finally finding pattering paves it peters off down the street. "¿Que ha pasado?   ¿Quien ha sido?   ¡El Balbotin   y la Chicha!   ¡Que una vaca   les ha pillado!" "¿Estas bien?" Dizzy she's there with searching hands and scolding. "Podria haber sido peor"
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So Much To Do I watch the parade go by yet by her I wait she whispers see their works I beg her I need not read especially what they think of me I fear not in this idiomatic state for I rebuke all in this mode Let me show let me show ready ready She laid her head on me when those who presume,killed her I am not dazzling and grateful for I did fight all the way Don't make me break the covenant of peace set as all will be paralysing to my orders I need not waste time on affairs of yours so little time and so much to do By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
So Much To Do
If you've never felt the piercing cold of winter, How would you know the pleasant warmth of a summer's day? If you do not know of sorrow, How do you know what is joy? If you are yet to experience unfathomable failure, How can you revel in success? If you have not suffered, You will not appreciate happiness. If you've never felt weakness or vulnerability, How would you know of strength and compassion? If you do not know of oppression, How do you know what is freedom? If you are yet to experience paralysing fear, How can you be courageous? If you have not been through heartbreak, You will not appreciate the beauty of true love. True love is love that is always returned. To value the good, You must first encounter the bad.
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Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Do not complain
Why do we possess Such an intrusive feeling Which crawls in our veins? Too many deeds it constrains. It stares behind the wall Like a vigilant, wakeful cat Who has spot its unaware prey. Suddenly it streams and stays, Paralysing its cosy habitat. The Fear has conquered you and mauled.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
The Fear
Panic, panic, panic, An ecstasy of fear- What’s wrong with you, don’t you realise your family are near? My mind is manic- And all you can say is oh dear? Can u ever just be here? Help me with this fear? Help, that’s all I need to end this paralysing fear, Not your unhelpful, fault-finding sneer.
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
Panic
LISTEN TO ME! – THE MADMAN! Oct 15 2009 – Damascus, Syria Ayad Gharbawi Feeling feelings That come from nowhere Sinking my life While my Surfaces are barely reaching Their stable mind Soulful fright Sparkles that dazzle, yes, but have no meaning For myself Go within In my mind’s shredded images That you call vision But that are for my fractured Self Incoherent and blurred I feel only Smiles of Sickness Bare teeth of inconceivable stench Exposing inner frailty That just turns out To be my own Pulsating fear I guess I try Trying to be What I know And what I know not Trying to think I think I am A fright To you And myself Swaying sceneries Make me dizzy Yes! The same sceneries You people That you people Call your Daily life Some shine, and some not really And if you are interested to understand For my mind And its Self The results are fear And meaningless All over again For me My Tears provoke You But, why? You say, I’m paranoid? You fools! Who exactly are the persons Do you think That is, if you think Look at my finger and where and at whom it is pointing Again, I scream to you sane citizens What are their identies Of those and of them that are today and now Holding all the thickest drenched sickening ropes Meant for our fractured Necks and Brains Again and again? When do you think You may cease This paralysing pressure? That you apply Upon me Stabbing me? Piercing? Slicing? Hurting? Me All Within My turmoil ***** is spinning In my mind Leave them – Yes, them! They are the Christs that are weeping Hysterically Moving me Beyond sanity While, where are you all? And your polite rules are Moving me Way way far too much For my stability Polite subhumans Flying Make me Flying Make me Flying from you all From you all Let me make me - fly far from you all! Harrowing Humans Listen calmly To my mind Listen To your own Screams shrieks and all the rest Before you think to presume to judge Because you too Some day May suddenly Come to be Plunging in My world!
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:34 AM UTC
Listen To me - The Madman!
LISTEN TO ME! – THE MADMAN! Oct 15 2009 – Damascus, Syria Ayad Gharbawi Feeling feelings That come from nowhere Sinking my life While my Surfaces are barely reaching Their stable mind Soulful fright Sparkles that dazzle, yes, but have no meaning For myself Go within In my mind’s shredded images That you call vision But that are for my fractured Self Incoherent and blurred I feel only Smiles of Sickness Bare teeth of inconceivable stench Exposing inner frailty That just turns out To be my own Pulsating fear I guess I try Trying to be What I know And what I know not Trying to think I think I am A fright To you And myself Swaying sceneries Make me dizzy Yes! The same sceneries You people That you people Call your Daily life Some shine, and some not really And if you are interested to understand For my mind And its Self The results are fear And meaningless All over again For me My Tears provoke You But, why? You say, I’m paranoid? You fools! Who exactly are the persons Do you think That is, if you think Look at my finger and where and at whom it is pointing Again, I scream to you sane citizens What are their identies Of those and of them that are today and now Holding all the thickest drenched sickening ropes Meant for our fractured Necks and Brains Again and again? When do you think You may cease This paralysing pressure? That you apply Upon me Stabbing me? Piercing? Slicing? Hurting? Me All Within My turmoil ***** is spinning In my mind Leave them – Yes, them! They are the Christs that are weeping Hysterically Moving me Beyond sanity While, where are you all? And your polite rules are Moving me Way way far too much For my stability Polite subhumans Flying Make me Flying Make me Flying from you all From you all Let me make me - fly far from you all! Harrowing Humans Listen calmly To my mind Listen To your own Screams shrieks and all the rest Before you think to presume to judge Because you too Some day May suddenly Come to be Plunging in My world!
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sharp blades cut thin ice I am wrapped in a cocoon showered in unconditional light pitch black, led by street lights I'm interlacing my soul across the rink of memories deathly blades below my childish toes make one false move and I drown between the cracking waters as my mother is pulling me out blanketing warmth distances me from the paralysing thought of the world
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
Memory from my inner child
I watched her smile bounce off, The reflection on that last teardrop. Her lips twisted in a reticent scoff, The grains in the hourglass, begging to stop. She  looked deeply into my eyes, Willing every last ounce of truth inside. While her sensitive heart tried, Not to take me on a traumatic ride. I see the glance at the screen, And her melancholic sigh at the tune. Trying hard to forget what they mean, Seeking solace in the rays of the moon. She remembers the touch of your hand, When I softly take hers in mine. How you held each and every strand, For that she unintentionally pines. She doesn't want it to be true, But it always comes back to you. We took walks by the lake, Tossing stones into the blue abyss. The memories I tried to make, She always seemed to miss. I looked deeply into her eyes, While she returned it with an almost apologetic sigh. The remnants of much stronger ties, A bond not reflected in mine. She doesn't want it to be true, But she's getting closer to realising. It's something which she knew, Its effect on me, no less paralysing. The touch of her hand was tender, And she smiles softly at me. Knowing I could not mend her Heart, something I should've seen. I look at myself in the mirror, With her standing by my side. I wondered what the image was for her, And was answered when she barely tried. She can't fight it any longer, No matter how much she wishes it wasn't true. No, neither of our hearts were that bit stronger, As always, it came back to you. As always, she came back to you.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
To You
I watched her smile bounce off, The reflection on that last teardrop. Her lips twisted in a reticent scoff, The grains in the hourglass, begging to stop. She  looked deeply into my eyes, Willing every last ounce of truth inside. While her sensitive heart tried, Not to take me on a traumatic ride. I see the glance at the screen, And her melancholic sigh at the tune. Trying hard to forget what they mean, Seeking solace in the rays of the moon. She remembers the touch of your hand, When I softly take hers in mine. How you held each and every strand, For that she unintentionally pines. She doesn't want it to be true, But it always comes back to you. We took walks by the lake, Tossing stones into the blue abyss. The memories I tried to make, She always seemed to miss. I looked deeply into her eyes, While she returned it with an almost apologetic sigh. The remnants of much stronger ties, A bond not reflected in mine. She doesn't want it to be true, But she's getting closer to realising. It's something which she knew, Its effect on me, no less paralysing. The touch of her hand was tender, And she smiles softly at me. Knowing I could not mend her Heart, something I should've seen. I look at myself in the mirror, With her standing by my side. I wondered what the image was for her, And was answered when she barely tried. She can't fight it any longer, No matter how much she wishes it wasn't true. No, neither of our hearts were that bit stronger, As always, it came back to you. As always, she came back to you.
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We are one in the same Observing quietly unseen Hidden in the corners Sometimes in plain sight We are misjudged That irrational fear Paralysing and frightful Mistaken for evil We are the saviours More so than angels Our appearance though Induces hatred and terror We remain shadows Ever watchful and protecting.
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 6:52 AM UTC
Shadow demon.
Patches the pirate. Meek on the outside. A titan on the inside. Bringing win percentages up, more than Rag shots can. Shaking up aggro, seasoning it with salt. A legendary, striking paralysing fear. 2 years across 7 seas, in ladder- and touney-decks. “Hahaha,”Ben Brode chuckled, “I’m in charge” soon come to an end.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Patches the pirate
Each pace forward moved the summit further As I climbed my Everest, twenty-nine thousand and six Footsteps in the past, twenty-two more to go, When suddenly the mount, the goddess, Mother of the Universe, smiled at me from above. Her grace was gentle though her presence alone Felt like a menace. I knew I carried within me All the ignominy of human being. An offense to her essence, Physics and doing, ‘How dare I be there, scramble over And trample her only to prove to my Self I could? Fear suggested my surrender, retrace my steps Back to humbleness, place my Self where it belonged. Yet I froze and could not move, immensity had got the best Of me, making me believe that I was too little of a creature To attempt being greater than what I was. The paralysing nature of such ludicrous belief had me Hanging from a root seeking to survive despite it. The goddess continued to smile at me from above, unwilling To help, I thought. And as I was losing my grip, conquered by fatigue, She spoke: ‘If you trust in me, let go!’ and so I did.
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
Chomolungma
Drown me in the lies of your affection and care, Feelings that we both know are only there Because you snorted that **** and swallowed that pill, Even though you know its not true you will Spill beautiful syllables of how you miss me, And that all you think about is to kiss me. swallow me up in black moon of your dilated pupils that whisper lies, Let me swim in the oceans of your eyes. I miss you more than you miss me, And that’s a guarantee, Tell me those 3 paralysing words again, Lie to me again.
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
Lie To me Again.
We are born without teeth yet, instinctively bite peach lips forming circles around fingers, I remember the first bite, he was pale and wore dusty jeans. He came into my bedroom, offering wine he had laced with crushed pills, unknowing that to me his skin was laced with ecstasy the numbers mount up in the same way they fade, days disappearing when a calendar turns, memories are meant to etch themselves into our bones, but I realised that it was blood, blood that preserved our former selves, each drop a day, each mouthful a moment, they think I bite out of spite, out of fury and rage but I am merely a collector of moments that do not belong to me, a predator of the passage of time I am gluttonous, I admit but feeding on men that prey on women does not seem like greed, I remember.... the night I was bitten. He was tall and tattooed, I liked his shoes, ***** flowing like water, clear, crystal water purifying (I thought) until it hit my brain paralysing all thought and then... Hell moved inside me, a self-gratifying demon, inked with a dragon, as gunless as I was Godless I bite these men now, these haters of women, who **** and drink and dare to slip a finger in, I am reflection - less and yet I know what a mirror would show about me, the exit left of the battered woman, who dared to change her set, her scenery, her script no, I am not ashamed of the blood I take, but I am not an animal who kills for sport, for fun, for food I am vengeful, I am every woman sick of settling for less, I am that woman you pitied then despised, I am that girl on a cold bedroom floor, reborn with fangs
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Lestat
We are born without teeth yet, instinctively bite peach lips forming circles around fingers, I remember the first bite, he was pale and wore dusty jeans. He came into my bedroom, offering wine he had laced with crushed pills, unknowing that to me his skin was laced with ecstasy the numbers mount up in the same way they fade, days disappearing when a calendar turns, memories are meant to etch themselves into our bones, but I realised that it was blood, blood that preserved our former selves, each drop a day, each mouthful a moment, they think I bite out of spite, out of fury and rage but I am merely a collector of moments that do not belong to me, a predator of the passage of time I am gluttonous, I admit but feeding on men that prey on women does not seem like greed, I remember.... the night I was bitten. He was tall and tattooed, I liked his shoes, ***** flowing like water, clear, crystal water purifying (I thought) until it hit my brain paralysing all thought and then... Hell moved inside me, a self-gratifying demon, inked with a dragon, as gunless as I was Godless I bite these men now, these haters of women, who **** and drink and dare to slip a finger in, I am reflection - less and yet I know what a mirror would show about me, the exit left of the battered woman, who dared to change her set, her scenery, her script no, I am not ashamed of the blood I take, but I am not an animal who kills for sport, for fun, for food I am vengeful, I am every woman sick of settling for less, I am that woman you pitied then despised, I am that girl on a cold bedroom floor, reborn with fangs
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I HAVE A FANTASY TO TELL. The last day, I'll be lying in bed, the room won't be familiar with white walls and some machines around, one of them showing my heartbeats drifting slowly and slowly towards silence. When there will be only one door left, and death will be waiting to greet me ahead. Apart from my own noisy breath there's nothing to be heard and then, there will be a sudden knock on the door. As I'll see the person, my senses will be robbed and replaced by a paralysing fear. A fear of "last time". "Stay with me, just a little more, As Its time for destiny to close the doors. Maybe it is the last time, You are mine and i am yours." I'll whisper to you smiling and my eyes full of tears. Adding on I'll say "l love you and I'm gonna love you forevermore". You'll ask me for a dance. And the music will play " Lag jaa gale, ke fir ye hasi raat ** na ** shayad fir iss janam mulaakat ** na ** Feared from all my fears I'll grab you more close, and we'll dance to live my eternity on toes. With no life left in my body I'll still move and I'll bring my face close to yours just to feel you breathe for the last time. I'll look into your eyes to look me there, and kiss your cheeks to bid goodbye with care. As my eyesight will blur , my desperate arms will clutch you tightly, my eyes still there and i will feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I will have no use for. And then I'll realise my breath fading away, I'll close my eyes and rest my head on chest. Slowly and slowly my body will calm down and this pain will come to rest. Embraced in your arms I'll drown to my last breath.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
I have a fantasy to tell.
I HAVE A FANTASY TO TELL. The last day, I'll be lying in bed, the room won't be familiar with white walls and some machines around, one of them showing my heartbeats drifting slowly and slowly towards silence. When there will be only one door left, and death will be waiting to greet me ahead. Apart from my own noisy breath there's nothing to be heard and then, there will be a sudden knock on the door. As I'll see the person, my senses will be robbed and replaced by a paralysing fear. A fear of "last time". "Stay with me, just a little more, As Its time for destiny to close the doors. Maybe it is the last time, You are mine and i am yours." I'll whisper to you smiling and my eyes full of tears. Adding on I'll say "l love you and I'm gonna love you forevermore". You'll ask me for a dance. And the music will play " Lag jaa gale, ke fir ye hasi raat ** na ** shayad fir iss janam mulaakat ** na ** Feared from all my fears I'll grab you more close, and we'll dance to live my eternity on toes. With no life left in my body I'll still move and I'll bring my face close to yours just to feel you breathe for the last time. I'll look into your eyes to look me there, and kiss your cheeks to bid goodbye with care. As my eyesight will blur , my desperate arms will clutch you tightly, my eyes still there and i will feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I will have no use for. And then I'll realise my breath fading away, I'll close my eyes and rest my head on chest. Slowly and slowly my body will calm down and this pain will come to rest. Embraced in your arms I'll drown to my last breath.
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“I walk hand-in-hand with darkness,” he began, the man with no eyes. “You have no idea of the horrors I have seen, of the fears that have touched my soul, the hurt of a love lost in a dark night.” The children sat still. “Death is the only guarantee in your lives; she is the only thing to bet on and win every time. I have seen her carry away so many lives now I become convinced I will be visited personally next.” The children fidgeted, uncomfortable and unsure. “If you want happiness, **** yourselves whilst you are still children, when you are naïve to the ways of the real world.” A parent attempted an interjection. The children stared, confused. “The meaning of life is obscured by sorrow. You are learning in the kindergarten of woe. Insecurities run your engine. Prejudice snuffs your fire. By peering into the gaping maw of that tarry, endless black, you appreciate how easy it is to Just Let Go.” A child began to sob, more at the tone of the eyeless man’s voice than the syllables and interpretations of those sounds. Parents gathered around an imaginary fire, faces facing faces facing faces and shadows hid a smile on one. A devil always hides in a band of angels, “…blood-stained angels…” The knives cut and sliced and soon the next-generation abattoir housed but two. A storyteller and his demons laughing at the wolf moon, young bones breaking under foot. Wine glasses full of young blood and shards of everlasting death. The man with no eyes embraces his demons and slips silently into the paralysing void, his laugh spilling into the still of the night.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
Men of Melancholia
“I walk hand-in-hand with darkness,” he began, the man with no eyes. “You have no idea of the horrors I have seen, of the fears that have touched my soul, the hurt of a love lost in a dark night.” The children sat still. “Death is the only guarantee in your lives; she is the only thing to bet on and win every time. I have seen her carry away so many lives now I become convinced I will be visited personally next.” The children fidgeted, uncomfortable and unsure. “If you want happiness, **** yourselves whilst you are still children, when you are naïve to the ways of the real world.” A parent attempted an interjection. The children stared, confused. “The meaning of life is obscured by sorrow. You are learning in the kindergarten of woe. Insecurities run your engine. Prejudice snuffs your fire. By peering into the gaping maw of that tarry, endless black, you appreciate how easy it is to Just Let Go.” A child began to sob, more at the tone of the eyeless man’s voice than the syllables and interpretations of those sounds. Parents gathered around an imaginary fire, faces facing faces facing faces and shadows hid a smile on one. A devil always hides in a band of angels, “…blood-stained angels…” The knives cut and sliced and soon the next-generation abattoir housed but two. A storyteller and his demons laughing at the wolf moon, young bones breaking under foot. Wine glasses full of young blood and shards of everlasting death. The man with no eyes embraces his demons and slips silently into the paralysing void, his laugh spilling into the still of the night.
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Hatred and pain are such strong motivators Stabbing pain like the jaws of alligators I'm not the best with words, so don't try debate this Coz I'm feeling so high, so ************* elated Hands curled and heavy breathing Pain and bloodlust are all I'm feeling My eyes dark holes where darkness is bleeding And all my sanity is ******* receding Are you receiving? Are you still needing? Wanting The end of all my hatred and pain, All those days that I had nothing to gain So I acted with no shame, Ripping hearts And tearing body parts Out of a need To be seen Clearly As what hides underneath The monster free Like a sword from a sheath Hatred keeps me going strong Pain makes blood fall And my heart stall First rule Of the emotions Is hatred is used in locomotion And pain is what stops you, A paralysing potion That ends your motion Stops your momentum Completely and then some Trying to defeat me Secretly You just want me to fight back, You want a piece of me? Come get some Once it starts it stops when I am done Shred you up just for fun Lusting for blood and adrenaline runs Hatred and Pain Day after day Pulsing my temple Making my head sway But I enjoy it for the power That allows me to devour Those who try to speak louder Talk **** and now a blood shower Boom
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
Hatred and Pain
You know those tears I so often shed? They are but beads of so many emotions yet also the absence of such My eyes leak until they are tired You think these tears make me weak That I am ruined Yet I weep for I am tortured I weep for I am grateful I weep for I know not how to live without such intensity I weep for those I cannot help I weep for those who lost the battle I continue to fight I weep for the ones I love and the love I won when I met him I weep to cleanse my body of all evil But mostly I weep to remind myself that I am still alive My heart beats even when it is hurting My soul sings louder to compensate for the times it has been crushed For it wishes to be heard above the chorus of supressed hopes and dreams The fear has made me a coward, you say But no, I persevere Despite the trepidation you fail to understand, I remain To weep and be heard weeping is strength like no other To be vulnerable in the face of judgement In the presence of such paralysing fear that holds you hostage and mercilessly lingers Is to be an injured soldier in the war that is life But to never surrender
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
I weep
Standing alone on this wild shore experiencing sensual sand between my toes the coolness, comforting, caressing A warmth securely surrounds me My eyes, not seeing My body absorbing all I was aware of you before me, so close devoid of sound like an old movie except I could hear us breathing The wind felt firm and warm, it was creating movement around us Seeing you and your smile lifted everything in me yet I wanted to let forgotten tears fall My heart was beating with exhilaration so close to one another but without an embrace or caress Iridescent sparkles coloured your eyes they bore deep, paralysing me I couldn't have left you if I'd wanted to Why couldn't we stay this way? Forever on this wild shore
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Wild Shore
I remembered my first love. I remember how it feels, how it tastes, how it sounds.. so kind, so naive, so pure, so sweet, so stupid. I remembered my first heart break. I remember how it feels, how it tastes, how it sounds. so awful, so painful, so nauseous, so paralysing so stupid. however, I've got no regret. I smile and yeah, whatever everything happens for a reason. and I don't want to know the reason why. wink
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
First Love.
i feel it, it's returned the desire i swore i'd never have again falling into bed with her once more, and though she hasn't kissed my wrists i can feel the phantom throbbing; she pulses her way through my veins, keeps me weak has me sobbing my sweet, sadistic lover "did you really think it was over?" i hoped, i dreamed but it fell apart in my hands and now i'm down to my knees she curls around my back, murmurs melancholy melodies 'til my head hurts and my ears ring "i told you you'd never live without me" perfect, twisted irony her fingertips are scorching; i can feel the scars forming but i'm so cold it's paralysing the ice is deafening—i can't hear reason her touch is the allure that leaves me reeling i wish i had the courage to end this, but i'm a coward, scared and weak and collapsing like lungs, and i can't breathe for screaming i said she'd never win but losing feels so tempting
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
sleeping with suicide pt. 2
my facade slowly being torn delicately ripping little by little letting darkness seep through lovingly caressing my soul   tugging on it, pulling me back  halting me, paralysing me until I cave, and I am finally drained
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Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
untitled.
Through the pain, All the rainy days, The cries to sleep, All night I’d weep, The sudden realisations, And paralysing sadness, Triggering’s of jealousy, Feelings controlling me, I’ve learn that, Time controls everything, Circumstance decides all, And patience is a skill, Always to be improved, Comparison is the thief Of joy, Appreciation is the key To happiness, Through all that’s happene, I guess what I’m trying to say, It’s so hard to say, I miss you, And I learned that, I need you.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Still Learning