I kind of wanted to evoke the view of someone who has been left broken hearted by someone dear to them. Well, that's my general premise in the middle of writing this poem.
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
SolitudeI prefer to see, but not be seen.
I prefer to hear, but not be heard,
As I hide in the shadows, waiting, for what?
The few who notice my presence are unnerved.
I am a chameleon, my skin ever changing,
Adapting to conceal my true identity.
Who I am now is only shallow, skin deep.
My soul, hidden well, is a mysterious entity.
My eyes, cold, look out at the world.
I see everything, but nothing sees me.
I am merely an observer, tasked with keeping watch.
I am safe in my solitude, and that's how I like it to be.
Empty.I feel so empty
I hate this place
I want everyone to disappear
All I ask is for my own space
This world darkens me
It crushes me to bits
And just the thought of being here
Pushes me into fits
The sun will flicker into dimness
The mountains I'll crush
I'll burn the oceans
The howling wind will hush
Nobody will ever smile again
I want to evaporate the sky
I can't wait for that horn to blow
This poem explains why
I'm the devil's perfection
Evil is why I live
There's everything to take
And I've stolen everything to give
All the frequent depressions
Break-ups and tears
I can scream my lungs out
But nobody hears
Nothing will ever matter
The end of the line starts here
Don't worry about anything
It's only everything to fear
I feel so empty
I hate this place
I want everyone to die
All I ask is for my own space
You just watch me burn
When will you learn
I would take a bullet through my brain
And go through any pain
I would face death for you
My feelings are true
This is living hell
Does this ring a bell
All the fiery burning flames
And all the time I'm the blame
The chains hold me here
Oh it's all so clear
Im losing my mind
your heart was just so blind
The straight jackets tight
Its dark, no light
I have gone so insane
I can feel so much pain
You have the devil in there
As you hit and swear
This is a living hell
Dosn't it ring a bell
SlenderBetter keep moving,
Evade his deadly grasp.
His long, tendril arms
Inching ever closer.
Nothing will stop him.
Darkness hides him,
Obscured by the vast
Unknown. But he's always...
ScreamingI won't cry
No matter how many nights I lay here screaming
I will not let a tear fall
I'll seal this bottle shut
Then I'll drink this one down...
Miscroscopic red marks until the aching goes away
Night after night
Smear away the gore
Shaking in relief
But whimpering in fear
Because slowly, they will become deeper
And his touch, it will grow colder
And you will find your self screaming
All alone in his house
Pounding on the bedroom door
While he's holding her and you keep screaming
But nobody can hear you
Because you are all alone
Because you cannot stop.
HappinessShe leaves me frequently, without warning-
this capricious lover of mine.
Without provocation, she deserts me;
without rhyme or reason she leaves me to
complete her madness in the dark.
I forget often that she is Master
and I mustn't question her actions
even though they leave me at a loss.
As I standby, and learn to dissect myself
like an insect speared on a peg,
or a corpse rotting in some grimy catacomb,
I must recite the mantra:
she is god. She is god.
Fragments of days pass by me
and I, in a haze of half-forgotten memory, cannot piece together
any singular moment in time
that could connect to anything else.
There is only her,
and her spindly hands upon my throat
before she finishes her rounds
and smugly skips away.
I try fruitlessly to pick up the
shattered remains of what was once a human life.
Her face is tattooed on my soul.
Her voice echoes in the lonely halls of my memory.
Her touch is a scar upon my existence.
I cannot salvage a thing.
And then, just like the tide,
BlackbirdA black winged bird sat atop a roof,
Nonchalantly humming its caws and coos.
For there on the street down yonder it peered,
At the coming of jeers; the walking of fear.
It saluted its foe and hopped to and fro,
Unaware that behind the mask was a heart of gold.
But the blood stained cheeks and pale white hands
Reached out for the bird, thus it succumbed to their demands.
Feathers flew in the wind from the night time air,
A whirlwind of darkness only the night could compare;
The bird found a place where it could perch and respite,
On the shoulder of a corpse oh, what a delight!
A chuckle from a mouth that the heavens forbade,
Gave room for the next few words that were said:
"Blackbird, blackbird! Why have you come?
In this unruly hour the night will be undone!
The children on the street are marching one by one,
To innocent to know that a nightmare has begun."
He clasped his hands when he finished his speech,
His shoulders were shaking in delicious relief
AphroditeRoses shall not narrate thy holy eyes
Undone by love, stars in disguise
Bejewled fair face, only thou fit
A blossom of hope that never wilts
Bound by spell only thee I think of
Angel thou I love by the name Above
Indeed crystalline thine ethereal face
Like a trinket shaped with Lord's grace
Or the falling benevolent winter snow
Valor wings thy hast heaven aglow
Enchanting thy lips take my sight
Young and tantalized thy beloved heart
One that shudders but never falls apart
Untying my hands Angel show me light.
LostAn innocent girl travels down the road,
A dark and endless street that stretches on,
A cold and cruel world where all erode,
With raven blackness covering the dawn.
One cannot bear such coldness all alone,
The madness of the darkness takes its toll,
The silence deafens all within its drone,
Her sanity is nearly swallowed whole.
But just before, lights flicker on to life,
Illumination on the broken path,
A sign of hope, an ending to the strife,
A bright chance for a blissful aftermath.
The lights upon the streets are all your friends,
Don't give up hope, for darkness has an end.
I know pain.I know pain.
Pain is my friend.
I don't bruise, don't scar.
At least not on the surface.
Oh, but I'm so tender.
It hurts so bad.
Even just a touch.
Just a nudge.
I cripple to the cold floor.
I know kisses.
Not on the lips.
Never on the lips.
On the neck.
On the cheek.
Even when you're gone.
They remind me of the pain.
Even when you're gone.
I feel the spaces between my fingers.
The ones that were filled by yours.
I feel the water in my lungs.
Your helping hand to comfort mine.
I see the faces.
People I once loved but no more.
I feel the darkness.
Where we hugged.
Where we closed our eyes.
Then the darkness within me.
And the light in your eyes.
Not in mine.
Never in mine.
Oh, the way our bones fit.
A puzzle finally complete.
Then you just leave.
My puzzle lacks the center piece.
Your reflecting eyes.
Mine dulled by pain.
The pain is my friend.
I know pain.
ErrorsCold breath on my purple lips,
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke my paled cheeks
Briefly fading out the hovering foggy weeks
Desensitizing me from my looming shadows
Their softness producing sensations like hanging at the gallows
Dried leaves fall silently covering the dead in their pressure
The drying blood glues them down and shuts you out forever
I'm Sorry...I can never look forward to tomorrow,
For every new day reaps a new sorrow.
An evening, filled of regret,
One I shall never forget.
With all these torments I hide,
And memories hidden inside,
Another tear rips deep into my soul,
Each and every fight taking its toll.
Curiosity Killed the Self Confidence.I've been fighting off the curiosity,
who I am and who I'll be.
This chip on my shoulder,
my destructive tendencies,
they've become the better part of me.
I don't have the sense of self,
the childlike wonder,
I once adored.
Because I've spent months,
Reeling from the sadness,
scraping myself up from the floor.
But I spend my time grasping for someone,
who wont hurt,
and won't betray..
And I know deep down,
that I should dream to be something more..
But I'm afraid
I've been shaken,
down at the core.
I Feel the Darkness Embrace Me"We'll always be close"
That's what we said
Even if Hell froze
And we were both dead
Through all this mess
And the thick and thin
I could never love you less
My perfect twin
I don't know if you can feel it
Or is it all in my mind
Between us, there's a little split
Or are you blind
It's awkward to hold you
Like I did before
I know we're through
But still, I swore
"Lovey-dovey as a couple"
"Lovey-dovey as friends"
But now there's this bubble
And no way for amends
I admit there's a wall
And it distorts my sight
I don't want to drop the ball
But I suddenly see no light
Maybe you were always more
And never "just a friend"
But that has gone out the door
There's nothing more to mend
Are you the one I knew back then
Or are you someone I don't
Do I have to start again
Take back the seeds sown
We talk easy, but it feels so wrong
It's like I wear a mask
Do I look so cool, so strong
So you'll never have to ask
I don't tell you the tears I shed
Nor sigh or moan
Or about this chaos in my head