Hello again.
It has been some time.
Is this poem number four?
Number five?
I've lost track.
It's that day again.
I astral project to my twelve year old self
Sitting on her bed,
Writing poems about a deep sorrow
She was far too young to fathom.
It was then that the weight of the world
Became something real
That would rest on my back
For years to come.
You slipped away with my sanity.
Hello again, Grandmother.
It's that day again,
That day of inexplicable melancholy,
Where I bathe in the broken nostalgia
Of an innocent childhood long gone.
It was that day the cold consumed you,
And I solidified my words forever into ice.
I have a demon that lives in the back of my brain.
He has a name,
But I don’t like to say it.
He is a vile creature,
Filled with boiling selfishness and malicious psychosis.
He stripped me of my innocence and locked me in front of a mirror,
So I can look at the scars of all my terrible decisions
Indefinitely.
His tongue licks chapped lips
Over a wide grin of sharp teeth.
His visage stands behind me,
Smiling, smiling.
Smiling, smiling all the time.
He is a she is a we is me.
numbers on a clock
tick tock tick tock
flowers on the vine
coating the shrine
strings of light
change the night
the sun will rise
not a surprise
numbers on a clock
tick tock tick tock
the day just passes by
look at her cry
strands of hair
the perfect pair
color in her eyes
light up the skies
numbers on a clock
tick tock tick tock
death creeps in
what a sin
Sworn in solitude, frozen solid completes you,
Even as your limbs shatter-pieces of cold dead screams wound about,
Avalanche of rotting white: swarms, holds, continues lethargic, torpid,
Seeps in on a wild hunt thriving on knives,
Bodily function slowing...
Motivation deteriorating.......
Mind's strength el ap sing . . .
until it steals your heart.
Explosions of pain bolstered further with a profound loss of shame,
Heart broken, arid tears, the ice scatters,
Even the white frost now fears:
the heat of your bleeding heart sheds this pathetic icy skin
Though I would venture out thoughts questionable to you,
know that
though you may quite l
I had an epiphany
That I could make history
That I could prove everyone wrong
That told me I wasn't cut out for this writing thing, yeah
I had an epiphany
What if I took my energy
And used it on positive things in my life
Instead of the people that lie to me, huh?
Yeah, I had an epiphany
That I could put all of my hurt into words
And use it for people that might feel the same as me
Yeah, I had an epiphany
What if everyone knew my depression was worse than they thought?
They probably gonna look at me differently
Yo, this poem got me going back, when I was a stupid kid
Thinking maybe I could become a hero like King did
And then I figured out th
There was a time when I performed lunch alone,
Physically or mentally separated,
My youth was a void best left underrated
This depthless pit they threw me in,
As any struggling animal would I climbed the slopes,
Only to find them digging the pit deeper as I go
It becomes hard to see far above,
As the abyss turns to all you know-
even as hands reach down to help
A storm ensues buzzing around me,
I rise above my hell only to sometimes fall,
Straight down the hole I now helped recall
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Then comes along a friend who makes you wish you were not dead,
You ditch your prison, you throw down some dirt,
You run away laughing, you build a
"You stay back!"
The man on the bridge's edge did verbosely attack.
"I'm far back. I know I am but a stranger-"
Both men stood far back for neither wished anything greater.
"Yes! I heard you! You know nothing stranger! You know not the pain, nor the hopelessness. You cannot change my mind with WORDS."
Both men stood on the precipice of something neither could afford.
"You are right. I am but a stranger, I cannot sway your mind."
The man on the edge flinched. He took one step forward... eyes closed and blind.
"But you are missing the key ingredient... time."
The stranger took but a step closer in his wordly climb
"What?... There is n
I watched her walk, heels strutting down the street,
With a swish of finesse and shower of glitter,
I watched her pass by and her smile grew as mine withered,
The man with her cackled and squacked,
I bowed my body to them as they brushed me past,
Stumbling and slipping she fell to her knees,
A swift cry and a cackle from me,
Unfortunately, there was that pole waiting in the dirt,
It pierced through her orbicularis oculi amidst screams and blood
Her screeches swam past the flowing bloody hole in her face
Her man rushed to help only to slip on her sklick fluids, he fell to one side, Shattering his frontalis rolling over onto his bursting temp
Artificial struggling of the mind never fends off the beatings of this place,
Primordial rage born of humanity enslaved is the only cure that can straighten one's face,
Burn beyond a tormented maze of sorrow and pain to build again but inside an iron case
The wall of dust crumbles down after ages of howling winds beating upon its rust,
Speed past it one must on an insatiable run thirsty for victory's lust,
Burning the ancient desert while holding one's head as an unbreakable bust
It seems another side souls do not need but always stop to ask,
Bask in the glory of all that is won and all that will ever be a part of their task,
One sometimes