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LeRoy Williams Oct 2012
Im tired of all the lies I hide behind, so Im Breaking the ties to the past
Long lasting present because the past is the past not a cage,
and it also isn't a theatre
So this exsistance shouldn't be staged, cause this **** ain't funny like Bellamy,

You might think I've gone mad because I'm not listening to what you're tellin' me not to,
but I got to, in order to survive, because the self inflincted wounds are healing and hardening,  I'm searching for a deeper punishment,
making life more enjoyable, laid back and not so tense,
you won't have to worry about what trouble I might be in next,
and you won't have to be burdened with disappointment when I fail your tests.
So I'll play this life like a game of spades,
by the time this game is over, my stomach will be corroded with rage
but I'll  keep a pokerface,
hidden behind stoner charm, a smile,
a handsome face & tinted shades,
I know you're clearly blind to my bluffing,
and I know you see me today,
but my eyes are set on the worries of tomarrow and
my mind is still wincing from yesterdays sarrow
I'm alive but I'm dying inside
because the guilt and shame are smothering me,
not to mention I'm choking on regret,
Don't fret, because my face isn't turnin' blue, and my pulse isn't speeding up,
but my wrists are scarred, but not ******,
and please don't worry because this won't happen agian,
not making any promises,
Lord please forgive me for I know that I have sinned,
I just needed some proof to remind me where I've been....
© Copyright Williamz 2013. All rights reserved.
LeRoy Williams Oct 2012
Your skin caressing mine,
Our eye's reclined, naturaly drawn together,
(you are mine until the end)
spoken without words,
Lost in eachother, without time,
bound by compassion.*

The shades drawn back,
Photographs spilling tears and the ring you left behind,
reason me into believing you were real;
  I looked to the sky,
  You were no where to be found
the stars; I knew they would fade away eventually,
  Not in my lifetime...
But you did,
leaving memories behind along with the sickness that filled your heart,
        making mine heavy with discontent and disphoria,
  though I am grateful for the time we spent together,
  We are true love and *my heart is forever yours.
© Copyright Williamz 2013. All rights reserved.
Green grass, Dark sky's
Sick people, painful Goodbys
Bright days, empty nights
People dying, pointless fights
Confused children, careless adults
Child abuse, countless faults
Doing drugs, peer pressure
Teenage pregnancy, unprotected pleasure
The sarrow of love, a torn apart heart
True love, being dranken apart
Family's at war, betraying friends
As a new day begins, another one ends
Children pleeding, parents leaving
Its just another shot, who ever knew it would be so ******* hard to stop!!
i had hoped that they would forgive me

but now my wrist poor out my hearts convictions

and under these sad condisions
i think that they would let me die alone

but thats what i get for thinking because
there hate has grown

please let me go on alone

let me sing this sad song
let go my chains so i can go wrong

please let me be misrable in my own cloud of hate
let me decide my own fate

dont make me heal
now i can feel
let me go home

ill bleed from the bone
ill die alone
ill bleed the deepest crimson
only then will my soul be let go from this prison

ill let all my tears flow
because then you will know

that soon this pain will brake me
and that your god has allready thought to forsake me

and when you wake tomarrow
YOUR TEARS WILL BURN WITH SARROW

because you will know that even though you stand here next to me
i am not there
i dont kare

you will come to my grave
you will think your self so brave

REMEMBER
i dont kare
because im not there
I DIED ALONE

this is the last time im going to say it
LOST Love.
i commit to the submission of your love, i feel the fire burn as it hurts so good, understood your pain in the trial of miscommunication, where we bolth feel frustrated over peoples lies, giving into the sensation of negative vibes so we start to decline. leaving us diveded into two unpredictable guids. We Remain unpatient that's why we cry for tomorrows night. Tears of sarrow flow from her eyes tightning up , i barrow time hoping she don't lose our love in this traggedy of mine. but it always happens tragicly combinding colision mixed with unloyalty depicting what could of been brighter then the suns shine. but the wine she drinks makes her heart less and the blood thin, breaking free from loves clinch and so the pain starts up again, and as gone with the wind replays in this closed cage. Fate always seems to open a new door in this conflicting maze. Entering another chapter, feeling less shame everytime the next page erases a lost love exchange. Leaving the same question, maybe i was the one to blame.. then again who doesn't like to play in the rain
You know.. kind of old
you can't lose when there are booz,
unless you're tipsy and hella ditsy.
when yoou can't dance and your on you're old romance.
callin that man. ****'s hittin the fan.
why you a do that why don't you ***** that...
you're lookin dumm you can't have more ***.
girl you've just lost you're pride
if you go hurl I'll give you a ride.
time to go home and put you to bed,  
when you wake up you'll wish you were dead.
See you tommarow in the bed full of sarrow. ;[
Derick Van Dusen Aug 2012
Flawed eventless, the muck to the mire
To the river crimson with lustful haze.
Supressed desire flows like light, rapture to the gaze.
Feverd, clamy, tossing, turning
Lying wrestless on the floor.
Sarrow slips, through the cracks,
to come smashing through the door.

Famin parched, the scream to the cry,
to the path trampled in fits of rage.
Unrelenting fire, burns like ice, denile in a cage.
Calm, relaxed, watching, breathing,
Standing idle at the sash.
Anguish waits at beck and call
to come crashing  through the glass.

Hidden in a seamless world of delight and joy and glee
A fractured cloud of misery waits
to have its cake and thee,
to reval as it sulks with company.
Ever growing spawned by fear, deathly silent in its' plea
Eating away at the sinews of faith,
dispair awaits its' time to flea.

Akin to death, friend to evil, slient screaming in its' vain
Dissolving with trust the passion of the lust
Envy plies to its bain.
Passion and fire, burning desire, these monsters are not the same.
All too familiar, confusing just the same, betrayed by flesh.
What is there cannot be had, for surely this is no game.
Abigail Allen Oct 2016
We compare people to hurricanes and storms
Acknowledging the beauty of natural force
Romanticizing the unhinged power capable of breaking the backs of men

But forgetting how these things end
With broken homes and sarrow sunken hearts
Trembling in the shock of ruin
Shaking hands to pick up unmeasured damage

And still we look back and put an asthetic label on your wrath little girl and admire the strength
Only because we must ignore your lack of mercy

For beauty is a two headed snake who will captive your gaze ; or spit poison into your eyes
We meet and I tremble.
Life shifts and I fit
Perfectly aginst your chest.
You said beautiful things
like lets

And I have never heard things
like the things you said,
in your finger tips.

I trip
and I fall to hard
under sharp stars.
Become aware i'm to far under high bars.

So hate me freely
and while i'm broken
I am not needy
needing is for those who think
beyond brething

I feel to far beyond saving,
fingers tremble
life shifting
I'm shaking
praying to empty space
for day to brake

I am faking,
faigning,
saying to much.
Saying nothing not enough,
thinking, thinking thinging

For me to forget ,
for my own sake
that I loved our lust
the magic the star dust.

the smell of musk and
brown eyes
drowned in rememberance
of soft sigh
the lies laced in
each kiss
and unspoken promises

I'm haunted
by falling stars
by falling stars
put out by an ocean of fears

taste of dissapointent
the falling of tears .

I feel like drowning and counting
on stars to drop
wishing on things
that will let me down
like hope
like hoping to drown.

letting my sarrow hold me
in tight grip
untill tomorrow.
the sun is the only star
I should have clung too,
you were the only one
you are every one
I have ever come undone too.
Andrew Apr 2021
Intrusive Thoughts
A Heavy Darkness Follows
Perceptions With Guilt
I Feel Hollow
Really I See Through
Rationalize
Still I See Too
The Parts That I Block Out
To Help Me Feel Better About Choices
I Make I'm Afraid
I'm Hearing Voices
Reminding Me What I Did
I Feel Sarrow Bleeding Through My Eye Lids
So Many Ways I See In Situations
Making Descions That Better Me
Make Me Feel Anxious
I Can't Comprise What I'm Contemplating
I Let People Go
I Need Myself
I Need Calm My Mind And Free My Self
All These Abilities Will Heal Me And Feul Me
Or Haunt Me And **** Me
No Longer Can I Step A Side
I Take A Breath Then I Step Out Side
The Sky I Gaze Upon
I See A Grave I'm On
I'm Processing And Analyzing
All, Micro Everything
It's Hard To Relax And Feel The Energy
Shamanic Path Dealing With The Entities
I Watch The Embers In Our Hearts
And It's Crippling
To Feel The Sensations Of Mysery
And Try To Justify It With A Beautiful Mystery
I'm To Complex For The Simple Things
I Need To Get Right
Or I Must **** My Self
I'm Praying Lets Make A Pact
Help Me Heal My Self
Doctors Don't Understand Me
There Ain't A Plan B
I Even Feel Distant With My Family
They See Me In The Past Warped
Off Built Perceptions
I Want To Lay On Train Tracks
And Leave Earth
But I Can't Leave A Message
It Would Take Life Times
To Say All My Perceptions
I'm Looking For A Balance Of Peace
Not A Place In Heaven
My Mind Is Infinite And Open
Others Are In A Box
Hope I Don't Get Locked Up
Cos I Can't Knock It Off
I'm Built With
Magick Within
In A Skin Full Of Sin
That Is Thinning
I Can See My Ashes In Dust
Do The Pros Weight Out The Cons
When I'm Adding Em Up
Nobody But Me Can Convince Me
When I Had Enough
Emotions Can Feel Disturbing
And Mold Like
Got To Hold Tight
On What I Want To Be
Not An Old Life
I Feel Like A Vampyre
On A Cold Night
I know Right
Here I Go Again
I Fantasize
How To Shape Shift
Through Candle Light
I Opened Up My Mind To See Things In Ways With Out Confirming To A Single Structure Or Foundation
Battle With Insanity, I Hate It
Sizzle Like Its Satin
Wheeping But I Make It
I See Ghost Upon A Swing
Some Lady In A White Dress
That Dances Through A Grass Feild
The Flowers Dead
Black Roses By My Feet
Is That My Seat
Bloods Clogging The Sink
Meditate In A Casket Just Too See What It Means
Purgatory Screams
The Agony In Dreams
Absence Or Achieve
At The Grave Yard
Writing Poetry Under A Tree
It's Raining
I Admire The Leaves
As They Blow With The Wind
I'm Cold As Ice If You Touch My Skin
Romance And Poetry
Is What I Know
I Used To Hold On The Thorns
Now I Let Go
Observing As Everything Unfolds
Is There A Purpose
Is This A Show
Will The Ones That I Love Most Read What I Wrote
Insides A Symphony
Haunted By The Oak
Rachel Giudici Feb 2014
abaonded by the insinciere
genuine in being ingenuine
my tears
tainted pain that hurts as much as the curling rods hot touch
visible scars serve as inadquted interpretations of the slef inflicted torture
but is it self inflicted?
self inflicted if you were the one that inflicted so much pain in the first place
hours and hours of agony
oh how one longs for the hot rod to take her away from such agony
(get used to being burned, when the devil has his turn)

don't touch me!
ur affection holds none
only using me to get what others can not give to you
                                 wont give you
i want to scream at the affect of your touch
just like the curling rod
just like the knife
just like the razor,
pills,
rope,
needles,
that take my life
you cut into me worse then them all
but i let you
because hurting is 10times better than not hurting at all.

-The Effects of Sarrow
You
As I cry
and bleed
you are all i need
when i'm sad
and in sarrow
you are my Tomorrow
as i lay to rest
I see you are
The best
Alex McDaniel Oct 2013
He was chilling.
He carried himself with a frozen solidarity,
something that Robert frost himself would be proud of.
Every candle that tried to melt the ice around him only melted any hope he had,
farther into the ground.

She was not just any candle though,
she was a blazing inferno.  
Something that cause's even the most blinded eyes to turn and stare in awe.
The gleam,
burned his stubbornness,
his fear
and his sarrow.
Now his hope and love, along with her, were the only things that stood solid.
So they burned brightly together,
Into the night,
through the morning
and above in the stars.
A beautiful blaze.
So small
A concept few understand

The pink ones
Tucked away safely
Protected from view
Show times I was at the end

A small final act
For the life to end

However there is another
Shown out in a collection
Different shapes
All the same size

These are white
With writting in black
Company stickies there called
Yet busy work for me

Fold and press
Shape and pull
Small cranes take flight
Creating a flock on the desk

The meaning changed
From once sarrow and a tearful goodbye
To a ray of hope
Making me stay busy when work is down

Funny how suicide cranes
Became cranes of life
Jacob Stephens Oct 2012
Hello poetry
What's your name again?
Is it love?
Maybe sarrow
All these words
Ill have to borrow.

The feelings are mine
They are nothing new.

Hello poetry
Digging up these feelings
Hello poetry
You've started me believing
That ill soon be achieving
Everything I've been seeing
Dakota Pompt Jan 2014
Long time anger churning inside
blured vison but no one traveling aside
Alone
Handicaped, slowly moveing
Longing to hear your voice soothing
Reaching
Looking up at the night sky
Always wondering why
Questions
Puzzeled glazes burning a hole
all wonder if i poses soul
Pain
Dropes of liquid burning my cheek
Will i make it through the next week
Sarrow
Im broken inside
yet you still give me goodbyes
Empty dreams
These are words
that cry out with depression
Tony Anderson Dec 2018
Saddness
Sarrow
Grief
Pain
All well up inside me
Like a deep pit

I try to climb out
Put I slip
And fall back in

Is there no light for me?
Is there no laughter?
Why all the darkness?
Why all the suffering?
William Buttke Jun 2017
the broken boy lays awake in bed
unable to control the thoughts in his head
he lies helpless, defenseless, and hopeless thoughts push deep. desolation relentless

the weight of the world is to much to bare
emotional muscles struggling, begin to tear
he asks for help, some sort of way out
he wails he pleads , heart filled with doubt

the broken boy lays awake in bed
the same old thoughts stirring in his head
he is stuck. unable to move. full of dread
the more he thinks, the more its fed.

the strain of his glutonish sarrow is unreal
he knows the mental scars will never heal
they are forever there embedded in his heart
until the day he escapes this toil, sweet depart

the broken boy lays struggling in bed.
the thoughts that **** him ringing in his head
"you are worthless. un lovable. and repulsive"
the urge to end it becoming more impulsive

he can no longer take it he wants to end it all
the broken boy gives up and begins to fall
into a deeper darker place than the one before
images running through his head, ****** gore

the broken boy stands on end, razors in hand
trying to hold back the urge, but thoughts command
he is scared, and ready to escape this reality
the razor slides across his wrist, and he takes a knee

he is dying. the blood loss is too much to flee regreting his decision he screams out why me
he begins to bawl his blood and tears blend
forms a pool of lost hope, unable to mend
 
the broken boy lays cold and dead. no more pain. 
no more smiles, no more friends, nothing at all
no more running through leaves during fall
he ended his pain. but also ended his joy
that is the sad song. about the broken boy.
I got played
Price is right
Bob Barker ***** made
Cold where I laid
The lies are bug poison
Raid
Heart to stone
What a trade
It was a love fade
I made she took
I cooked she ate
The price I payed
Heart Burn
Some one get the rollade
For ever I compensate
Incomplete never to communicate
The tape rolled on and on
This life has passed as I hallucinate
All yells
I panic
My world's havic
Can't hear nor see
To much static
Times divison minus plus
My curse is mathematic
Drama fanatic
Isn't she fantastic
Its all tragic
Plastic
Sarrow stick It must be black mangic
And I'm the magnetic
Maxine Rife Oct 2013
My Anger is scaryit brings sarrow to the ones I love, even myself

My Anger brings Pain,blood,tears from my heart

"The war must end at once" say's the person in my heart that cant stands up for me when Im afraid  to.

My soul,Mind, are happy and proud because it tells me to get all that negative things out of my life,heart,soul.

But if everyone checks that person deep down in they're soul they would find everything that's wrong, And just bring that positive intov they're life
Samantha Sep 2015
Write me a poem that makes my cheeks burn
So that my only concern is how the world knows
all the ways you can tell me you hate me

Read me the lines of venom you spit when you speak
Because who cares about the tears that stain my skin?
My cheeks are a masterpiece of old emotion

But who cares?
When the words you write make people feel alive
They don't have time to ponder over my sarrow

I want to try and understand how you think
Why my voice grates your ears
Why my face conjures red infront of your eyes
Until you **** me with each cruel word
Your sharp edged pen now rested
My blood dripping from the tip

Write me a poem that makes me cry
All your cruelty wrapped into a small package
Written on old napkins or preformed on stage
Either way the audience claps
Or a waitress cleaning her tables at night will cry in awe

And my cheeks will burn red
The heck if I know
B3AUTIFULM32020 Dec 2020
My heart is full of love
I try so hard to fit in
And it seems to go alright.
But here I am again
Alone

And yet another night goes by.
My mind is always telling me
That I don't belong.
I need something to numb the pain.
So here it is
This ******
Lost in this darkness
And I'm
Sick as ****
When will i stop?
I try my hardest
EVERY SINGLE DAY.
I still can't seem to be ok.
When will this all end?!
I dont want to live like this any more.
Restless legs,
And needles stuck in my arms.
Why cant I just stop this life,
And began a new one.
I'm begging myself to stop myself.
I'm tired of this dark nightmare
I want to stay all over again..
But you see the problem here is I like to feel dead.
I numb all my thoughts and my sarrow
Just By Getting High.
Ive spent over half my life..
Just getting high.
Drugs, drugs, and more Drugs.
That's all I know..
White drugs. Brown Drugs. Clear drugs, rough Drugs, Good Drugs And Bad Drugs.
They Come And Go.
I Hate this life.
I cant get my **** under control.  
I can't just stop.
Destroying myself.
Trust Me
IVE TRIED.
lotus lord Nov 2015
its been a long time since i saw you
its been a longer time since we dated

i still look at you with all the love i still have for you
but know it can not be

i look away with sarrow in my eyes

but as turn away

i hear your voice cut through the silents and say
remember are plan

i turn around with shock and disbelief in my eyes
just to see you smiling

later that day you come to have lunch with me

and just before you walk out that door
you give me a kiss
and smile
Danial John Mar 2018
Bare unto me thy demons,
Thy trials and tribulations,
Thy pities and sarrow,
Thy fears,
Thy issues,
Thy problems,
Thy confusions,
Thy anxieties,
All shall be exercised.

Exalt with me thy dreams and aspirations,
Thy goals,
Thy joys,
Thy ecstasy,
Thy enthusiasm,
Thy truths and certainties,
Thy love and compassion,
Thy radiance,
All shall be glorified.

Thou art worthy of this and more.

I beseech thee,
Allow trust to be thy emperor,
Empathy thy empress.

Share with me... fully and unabashedly.
I am here. Always will be.
Sillva Oct 2018
Many have said why do I write so much.
I said
"I been listening to the flow of art of my pen".

The beautiful voices that have said to me to CONTINUE.
You can listen to my pen and
what it has said
to this piece of paper.

There are times where I can no longer see myself as a person.
Only what's coming out of my pen,
The ink I compare my self to.
But where has the emotions gone to?
If I'm only ink?

Emotions that I can never discribe.
Ink that crys on it own
For every movement my hand makes,
A different form of pain comes out.
Emotions that can only be  described through this pen.
Excietment, happiness, pain and sarrow,
all coming out at once.

There are nights where I close my self to the world, while under the night light preferring to open up with my Pen.

The last drops of ink has spilled
An said out loud

A Pen without ink is a Pen without it's owners soul.


                                                            By ERS
Dresden May 2019
An empty chest
A stomach of pain
Swirling thoughts
Around in my brain

Countless hours
No time to live
Everything I am
I have to give

There's no point
Unless there's love
An endless equation
No one can solve

Day by day
It's all the same
Misery and sarrow
With someone to blame

Are you living?
Finding happiness
Or are you surviving?
Combatting mental illness

No courage to get help
Independence is key
Aid is unaffordable
Never free

Kindness of the innocent
A beacon of light
Someone to follow
Out of the black night
Alexander Stutz Nov 2015
Plead
Unanswered
Sarrow
Regret
Broken dreams
Pushing me
Breaking point
Glass shatters
Ceiling falls
Rising above
Knocked back
All time low
Eruption
Tears flow
Promises Forgotten
Dreams forsaken
Blank stare
Wishing to care
Inspiration
Degradation
Reformation
Stand up
New found hope
Tony Anderson Mar 2019
Though page was blank
It is now filled with words
Words of passion
Words of joy
Words of sarrow
Words to enjoy

Though this page was blank
Through my pen
It is filled with the words of life
Words of pain
Words of congradulations
Words of sadness
Words from the insane

Though this page was blank
Life spilt out
In the drying ink
Michael Smit Nov 2018
When your mind is constantly enchanted
And your being has demanded
For you to respond
You have to make them fond

So I write a rhyme here and there
But how am I to prepare
Let them in your mind if you dare
Find your motive and see if they care

I find my magic
But it's a bit tragic
I can fill you with sarrow
And make you think of tomorrow
Anthony Emmi Mar 2018
Feelings of pleasure
Feelings of pain
Feelings of resistance
Feelings of strain

Thoughts of sarrow
Thoughts of repair
Thoughts of tomorrow
Thoughts of you here

Times of passion
Times of fright
Times of loving
Times of light

Regrets of yesterday
Regrets of fate
Regrets are plenty
No Regrets of you

My True Soul Mate.


A. Emmi 03/10/18
duru akman Dec 2020
unbearable feeling comes to light
when you find out that you’ve never loved

a shade of ruth and sarrow
a shade of nothingness
caused by being alone
that has never been completed
will make you even more blurry
Morning Star Apr 2023
He as I is a product of others rather
Yet he holds his head hi while I hold mine in shame
He has a way of coping and refrain
Yet I feel like the door mat lying in a drain
Hi softly asks me questions
I do not understand
And sometime when I'm away from him
How quickly they consume
I have to try so  quick now to be ok and bright
So he won't choose to leave me
Or push me out of sight
So I'll be strong And silent
Present that I'm ok
So he won't see my fear and sarrow
And have to walk away
Just got to be the normal and pretend that I'm ok

— The End —