"proceded" poems
The girl behind the mask wasnt who she seemed
She made everyone fall and come to believe
That even the saddest people could be happy
Just for a while until things became sappy
The girl behind the mask tend to laugh alot
At jokes she found were funny, or maybe not
She showed everyone how lovely she could be
But in reality all she wanted was to go and leave
The girl behind the mask was bullied all day
Very few times would the kids let her play
But as the years past, this just proceded
And made her think that death should be succeeded
The girl behind the mask was soon no more
She discovered the ropes would make her soar
Through the clouds in heaven that would go so high
Now she was finally happy to really be alive
The girl behind the mask was living the dream
While everyone on earth soon began to greave
Even though she thought no one cared for her
Life without her quickly became a huge blur
The girl behind the mask looked down one night
To see that her sister had goined the flight
She came up to her and asked why she was here
And she answered this is suicidal girls only good fear
The girl behind the mask did not understand
Why her sister had goined this holy heartland
Then she realized that because of her choice
Her sister decided to leave earth to hear her voice
The girl behind the mask began to cry
She ended her sister's life so that she could come to fly
She discovered that maybe instead of having to say goodbye
She could've gotten someone to help her stay alive
The girl behind the mask soon did find
That maybe suicide doesnt help fix the bind
She went down to earth and gave it her charity
And said im sorry to all including her family
The girl behind the mask looked as she saw her mother
Clutching to the robe of her suicidal daughter
The girl had finally saw what she had done
So dont make the same mistake and dont grab the gun
(k.b)
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
One night I went walking,
It was a late night in June;
I hung my coat
On the light of the moon;
I tossed my cap
On the point of a star;
Kicked off my shoes
Inhaled my cigar.
I draped my pants
On the tail of a comet,
Lay down in my ******
And proceded to *****
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
Head me, oh mighty pit
For I have earned a cure.
See me, a failure's ***
That will not fail, no more.
Fill me from my hollow's dream,
And sore me over my head.
For I am healed and so it seems,
I will no longer be dead.
I have seen the light, felt it bright, filled me with might, it finally feels right.
I have proceded my promises,
Felt the sun and its wings,
My soul is leaving the premises,
My heart devoures and sings.
I have escaped the dark, enlightened the bark, fled the teeth o' shark, I am left with a terrible mark.
It'll follow me in my sleep,
It'll drown me in the deep,
But it will not hurt no more,
For I am pure in the core.
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 10:28 PM UTC