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Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
i feel like every breath i take when i am angry fill with smoke that takes my soul away.
every mistake i have made brings me and you closer. i want answer's that will tell me the truth.  why do i have a demonic life with smoke that fills my lungs! how angry do you have to make me till i lose control and go on a rampage. how long before i can get my own soul back.i am a demonic being that will take a life and rote it to death. i stand alone with anger that spits all your ******* lies out. im going to lose control and show this world what life with out a soul will be like when all you breath smoke in your lungs that destroy you life roting your mind away wiht only

ANGER
HATRED
DISPISE

smoke filling my lungs with only anger and *******.
i dont stand along with the crowd i stand alone away from societys ***** triks.

my demonic life has nothing but darkness that writes my life storie of what its like to be in hell.



smoke fills my lungs cause thats whats going to happen when you trade your soul for what ever greed needs

so trace my foot steps ill dissapear like the sun dose every day.

smoke fills my lungs cause i'm just a broken soul that has no where to go exept rain hell onto those whoe made my life misrable enstead
like is so pissy with every one so sufficating when yo have to work on a project for school
MC Friant Jul 2013
A glimpse in the sky,
A movement
In the brink of an eye
A party rithming the horizons
Streets empty, others plenty
Parts of danger
Bits of wonder
Abandoned moments
Forgotten pasts
Roaming
Staring
Souls wondering
Seeking
Without knowing
Or understanding
Of themselves
Or from themselves
And society

Roting
Deteriorating
As we all are
Only a minor part
Is changing
Fluctuating
To a greater
A fuller
Oneness...
The rest
We humans
What are we?
Where why how?!
Nothing...
We know little
Think little
Do little
Yet alive
We feel
We are

Let's be
Beyond
Above
Just what we are
Just us
Is not enough
Let's be it all
Let's be more than one more
A real free someone
That is also everyone
Nature and human,
Everything
Let's get back to that all encompassing
Understanding
That we are
With everything
Nothing but just one...
Sawyer Gowans Mar 2014
I am happy. But somewhere far off but not so far to go unfelt, something is hollow. Something is dying slowly and I can't stop it.  Something it roting away from the inside out. This thing, I can not see it, though I have tried. It lingers in my blind spot and radiates terror, pain, anguish, and strangely youth. This dying thing radiates youth. A forgotten piece of yesterday's news, gasconading all around about it's lesser years and smoother skin, it's joyous dreams that I can no longer share.
John Byrd Aug 2015
Sitting in the emergency room feeling used and abused.
I can't even wrap my head around it
Maybe that's why I'm in the emergency room.
But wraps won't help at the moment.
My mind isn't right so I continue to write until I get it right.
I can't.
It will never happen.
Flash backs to bad memories I want to forget.
I wish I could erase these feeling but life isn't a chalk board yet somehow it's still messy.
I'm better than this and that.
With the weight of the world on my back somehow I remain I'm tact.
Barely.
Falling apart as my tooth decays
Roting from the inside out
A shout is all I let out.
Quentin Briscoe Dec 2012
Im flawed, cursed in sins I comit again and again....consciously unaware...that i have no control...the only weapon I produce is prayer..and I sometime fail to that...when Im under attack...so i just fall in to another PWO camp and wait...roting away...day after day because I forgot to pray...but then the enemy's flag is captured and I am set free...because everyday i was in the wretched place I prayed...and it was heard. I cry thank you to the most high..he who has delivered me...But Im so flawed in Sin..that I wand up in the enemy's camp again...and again...and again....consciously unaware...that all I must do is pray..
Nobody Sep 2019
I find it harder and harder to wake up  in the morning not because im lazy or I dont want to go to school. Its solely because im tired; tired of opening my eyes and realizing that Im still here  that i havent been granted my single wish from that one person we call "god". That i have to live through another day in the dark abyuss you call home. I never wanted this life, to be this *******- montser my own mother hides away in her closet, I long for the day i can be happy.  Where i can feel love for the first time. I dont belong here. You see the other day while you all slept, I stayed awake. Its nothing unusal on my part. I live in the dark, sad and alone. Its where ive always been, all ive ever known. That night, this darkness was deeper than before as i sat on my bed and cried my nightly tears I stared into the darkness, looking for my hands Until i rasied them and the tiny sliver of light from my window reflected off my old trusted friend. The cold rusted piece of metal felt right in my hands. It gave me this happiness ill never understand. I shine the glare on my upper leg the lines of dispointment and shame show- themselfs as i read through them; Oh the story they tell.  I know what they all mean I remember every scar and why they lay upon my skin, its a sad story they hold. This one right here the crooked small one Thats the one that started it all. Or this one The wide long dark one twords the end The day i found out i was nothing more than a usless bag of roting flesh to her, that i'll be alone forever.  Thats the one ill never forget Because even to this day I rememeber her sweet soft voice yell at me in the middle of the lunch line to leave her alone. As much as i dont want to remember, no amount of alcohol can fill in the gap she left open Each and every line i read gets me into this rage i cant control Wanting to blame everyone for my problems but i know i caused them myself. I squeze that thin sheet of happiness in my fist and i feel this pain race up my arm  When i let go, my palm is full of this beautiful liquid that remind me im still human. To you it might not seem like much  But to those who understand that unwriten languge you read in the blood "If only this was enough to end your pain, im sorry im insifishant" Its morning now These thoughts have held me back from being happy for once. What is there to do now? Nothing. I have to wait my turn again Oh well, im already used to the feeling of disapointment. I clean myself off in the bathroom right before i look into the mirror. Theres no way to decribe that feeling you get when you look in your eyes and see all the wrong youve ever done.  "Its late, they'll wake up soon" i tell myself  under my breath. I rush to my phone and open to the screen shot of the day i got a taste of what love is. I reread the single reply over and over in my mind before i hear the russle of blankets from the thing my mother decribes as her only son that lays a sleep less than a foot from my bed. "I...i love you"  I try to remember the sound her mouth made as she studered that phrase. " Its time "  I get up from my soon to be death bed and put on my mask before anyone sees The same mask i made myself several years ago. Theres cracks and chips, yes But thats what makes it so uniqe. People try peaking into see my hell. So I do what any scared human would do, push them away. So far they give up and walk away. Im at school, its lunch. I open the door leading into the stair well and i see her. My last hope  Right before she sees me, i count  1...2...3 I remove my mask and hide it  Im shaking shes the first to see whats under. All the years of lonelines will hopefully end today when i show her my heart. Sadly They didnt. They seemed to get lonelier now  "Ding, ding" I dont want to go home I see her car outside waiting for me I feel the vibration in my pocket , I know its her.  I walk slowly down those steps leading to the front.  As i open the door to the outside theres this hope that flutters in my heart the hope i get to see her one last time before i go.  My puples dilate and the sudden blindness fades away  Only to show nobody there. Im "home" now. Theres nothing i can do anymore I just wait here for my time to come.  Its bed time already and i open back to the picture "I...i love you" Thats all i need. The sounds began to fade into the dark  I see her.  No more than a arm away theres nothing around but us. I watch her lips move "I...i love you"  I hear her more vivid than ever tonight. My eyes slowly open Instintly tears rush down the side of my face landing onto the pillow. And so it begans again..
I wish you felt the same again, that we were together in the end.
Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
my days are long. but i dont trust trust the words of the con man.
my eyes glow red when i have been lied to by a friend. i told him he digging his grave. the further you play your tricks the deeper you will go.
every lie you said made your own wish to be roting internal hell.
every lie is your life sentence  for how long you want to be draged down to hell. you wont even know what to say cause im an the devil. the deeper you dig is the harder the punishment you put on your self.

no one trust you any more no one knows why you try to talk when people have found your ***** book of lies you wrote down every day to save or get out of what means to your own world.

every lie you said has people becomeing angery for you the biggest mistaky you have became your not real your just the lies you put on your self.

every one els is living we but you have dug your self deeper deeper in to hell. with nothing to even save your self.
im tired of peoples ******* move on with life and dont talk if they just lie onstantly
Seema Dec 2017
The beasts leached from east
Firing, bombing, slaughtering to feast
I could barely move a mile forget the quarter
Every corner laid body mass out of slaughter
I moved towards the dug ground
And laid there with all the pains that surround
I grief for all the lives lost
The helpless paid the price baring the cost
Laying in shallow pits are the scenes of the worst
We don't deserve this! I shouted and screamed
But only my echo replied as it seemed
Roting bodies, decaying fleshes, the unbearable sight
I lay in this grave today with no hope of bright
The smell of blood filled the atmosphere
No more pure, no one left to heal or cure
The plight of countries resulted with poor
Killing was the mission to endure
I look up the blood filled sky
That my time has come but I still grieve, why?
This world war tore the nations apart
If only there was no misunderstanding at the start
I hear the tanks roving in now, I hear the blasts
Don't know how long this war will last
Now I close my eyes, as I've been hit
Right here where I lay in this pit
I am next,
Here death, welcome me in your nest...

                                         Sincerely,
                                       ~The War Victim~


©sim
Wake up to being terrified:
This day puts an end to all restrictions and all laws,
Sit up and join in the greatest joys,
For from now on for that reason Earth knows no wars.
Get drunk with me,
Get drunk on Earl ****** Grey,
No hate, no glory,
Flags are roting into gray
The day you stop seeing me posting,
Don't keep quiet,ask my whereabouts,
Perhaps I'm dead silent;under depression
You will save me!
The day you miss my posting,
Don't keep quiet, ask about my whereabouts,
Perhaps I'm roting in my grave;
Worms on my decaying coarpse,
You will save my spirits !
Not a poem.my emotions

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