"trickel" poems
Close you eyes
Shut out the light
Let the darkness take over your mind
Breath it in
Don't hide
Let it trickel like a stream and turn into a waterfall
Feel the depths of yourself
The place you had not felt before
Let it fill your every void
Let it hide your every pain
Until only nothingness remains
Allow everything you fight everyday to shrivel up and fall away
Take it to the end of your soul and bring it back again
And when it seems that everything is truely lost
Open your eyes and be blinded by the light
Let it chase the darkness away and with it all the sadness and the pain
You will find out of the darkness come the brightest light
If you first allow yourself to face the fear of the the unknown
And trust yourself to guide you back to what you where before
The life you lost was never gone
But buried deep within you all along
Let the darkness carry all your days of fear away
Allow your love of life to start again
And know
Out of Darkness Comes The Brightest Light.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
How can you even start to express to someone that you want to watch yourself bleed...
That you want to rip open your own skin and feel the warmth trickel down you body.
Watching it seap out of you and slide across your skin.
How do you explain that this is a craving stronger then you could ever describe and ever so hard to resist.
That this red liquid is able to quench your metaphorical thirst for emotional relief.
How can you explain that that it helps...
That in some twisted way the pain makes everything hurt less.
How do you explain to them that it scares the living hell out of you,
That this is something you can do to yourself,
That this is something you want to do to youself.
The knowing that even after so many years you still crave it,
And you don't think you will ever stop craving it.
How can you explain to them that you don't want them to think you're crazy.
That it just hurts too much for you to bare.
That you are trying to bare it but the pain you feel inside is too much.
That the fact that you can't see this pain scares you,
that others can't see your pain scares you,
That you don't even understand this pain scares you.
And maybe this is why you crave watching yourself bleed.
It's a pain you can see,
A pain that others can see,
A pain you can understand,
But now that you see the pain you understand that you don't want others to see it.
Because how could you even beguin to explain.
How could I ever beguin to expain to you that I want to watch myself bleed...
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
Flawless emotins strung,
By line they flow,
The space and gaps,
the criss and cross,
The melodies that intertwine us.
Charted lines that hold us together,
bound by a signeture,
yet the key dose not hold firm.
Apologies trickel off your tounge,
Affetuoso they fill me,
Trpilets spill over cause you know they will get me,
Sorry con calore,
Sorry is the Da capo of our life.
ll:Repeat:ll we start again,
With the same clashiny cords they tear us apart,
Con Fuoco,
Our anger no longer restraned by margines,
They run rampant without rhyme across an unstaffed page.
Staccatoed our notes became,
that one flowed effortesly between us is now rigid and cold,
Divisi we became two beings,
no longer one.
Somehow I cannot stop wishing to play for you,
As you lull me I forget the world,
Tremolo rattels my core,
Your music courses through me,
Carving the melody,
I subciunsously create its counter melody.
A Tempo takes over our lifes,
as we fall into our normal lovey ways,
all forgetten,
Nothing left to say except,
I love you
Fine
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC