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IsolationMy dark sky of crushed dreams
Can never hear my screams
As it echoes inside
Nevermore I can hide
What can be seen by all
Threatens the tears to fall
Blades of wrong crushed the sane
Mind overflowed by pain
Fairy tales are fading
The darkness is shading
People hurt and then leave
A small hand they can't give
Curls up in the dark space
Security in place
A child, I am, wonders
Why vibration conquers
Chains will manipulate
And strings will violate
Once I cannot endure
The venom of the lure
Locked StringsThe exhaustion of being tied with strings
Each voluntary part, with the thread, clings
The more you move them, the more forced I am
Sadistically used the reversed jam
The blast of reasons was being ignored
I am a puppet whom cannot be mourned
My freedom was locked in the highest trump
Onto the grand stage, I am bound to jump
The ropes are as durable as the chains
But inside this body, my hope remains
Breaking of the braiding, I am doing
Upon me, my freedom is descending
I am tired of being the other you
My life is wasted, yet, you have no clue
The life of what was once a doll came back
My dear, I have just destroyed the strong pack
Let It Fall (NorwayxDepressed!Poet!Reader)You were silently walking to your classroom when you heard some students gossiping about you.
"Have you heard that _________ just paid the judges so she could win the contest?" a student asked the others. You knew that this isn't true at all. You worked hard for your poem and put your heart into it. Poetry is your only voice left here in this place but the world was too noisy to hear it. You couldn't even scream because the voices were drowning you to misery.
"I also heard that her poems aren't hers at all," another student loudly whispered for you to hear. You tried to ignore them because you know the truth. You love writing poems because it is a gateway to another world. In short, your only escape from the real world.
After taking a seat, your eyes wandered on the blank page of your notebook while your mind left this monochromatic realm and you just traveled to your own falling paradise. Your hands were unwarily writing what you were seeing in that world and what you wanted to say. I
VoicesVoices, voices, I can hear their beauty
Spreading the emotions for us to see
Now listen to their sweet, sweet melody
While they enter and set your spirit free
They slowly corrupt my own bravery
It brightens too much that eyes cannot see
Ironic it is that the sounds kill me
Deafness will be my last way to be free
Voices, voices makes everyone's thoughts fly
The comfort of notes helps us reach the sky
Now, let them guide us to the stars up high
They are making us leave the paths of nigh
Preventing it from making my dreams cry
I do not want my lone wishes to die
If truth hides in the punishment of tie
I conclude that all of the voices lie
The DreamHorrible word
Which is absurd
Entwines my mind
Which makes me blind
My destroyed heath
And crumbling sheath
Made goodness slip
By evil ship
Before the dawn
Reaches my lawn
On bed, I lie
With knife, I'll die
No one could save
Corpse in the grave
Where life won't grow
Chime of the bell
Made my world fell
In forest's glade
Judgement be made
The unknown stands
While judgement lands
In front of me
Will I be free?
Myself, I killed
The cruel demise
I am unwise
The unknown speaks
Of my life's tricks
Soul will be thrown
To devil's zone
My own rain pours
Shouting the cores
Of evil deed
Just to be freed
Fell on my knees
"Forgive me please!
Let me undo
The life I threw!"
Around, there's smoke
And flaming cloak
"Don't leave me here!"
Just one last chance
Please be a trance
I won't redo
The sin I knew
I heard calling
And felt falling
The floor, I hit
Eyes and truth meet
My hand with knife
Won't steal my life
For this person
Learned the lesson
UnelmaA knight dwells in this wonderland
Where dragons soar and sirens sing
Where words form from a stroke of hand
Where all the visions are dancing
Seeing crystals absorb the real
Chamber erupts and then restore
As the effects will make you feel
The colors that always explore
In the painting of monochrome
Where hues will always show their shade
The marionette sits with the gnome
And their voices will never fade
For the pen writes its own story
And the violin plays its song
The music is in harmony
A place where we will all belong
The PoetTheir house with cases filled with fame
Earning the prize in every game
People gather around in joy
Faces with smiles that they enjoy
Glancing at my obscuring case
Filling it with dreams and tear's lace
"It is useless!" My hoarse voice sang
While the echoes of the past rang
Poems I filled the chamber with
Will be useful only in myth
Falling dreams I can never catch
All of them, I can never match
Their fame-filled cases reached the sky
New found wings, they can, now, all fly
My poem-filled chamber widened
"Still it's useless!" Hoarseness strengthened
Visitors arrived for my art
Appreciation healed my heart
I saw their chamber reached the space
"Useless, I am!" I burned my place
They are always better than me
The fame and trust, they get it free
In my burned place, it rained so hard
Again I write with my scarred shard
That last poem, all of them have read
Notified them that my hands bled
Glancing at my destroyed lone case
It crushed my hope and brought tear's lace
I looked at them, "Why
A writer's courageIn order to keep your own living flame
You will bring me down in this wretched game
The game where blades and arrows are dancing
Where our pens and papers are not pleasing
Comrade of mine you have helped many times
Sword on my neck and accused me of crimes
I am tired of living in my dark fear
I stood up with my pen to write it clear
My feather will start shooting injustice
This papyrus will remove prejudice
The voice of these formed words will be louder
Then the injured will become the winner
I hid all of the betrayals I felt
But it makes the whole reality melt
Being aware that it will all be gone
At least, the damage of light will be done
SubmissionOnce my angel will fall down
In the abyss, she should drown
Then forever I rejoice
In the silence of my voice
Revenge, wanted by my yore
Then unheard voice will adore
Innocence, I will banish
Crimson sky should not vanish
Your judgement dyed my thoughts red
Dream come true of yours was fed
The mirror that saves my all
Has shattered and my thoughts fall
In the dark where I once slept
Falls the angel whom you wept
I blame that temper of yours
And now, watch my darkness soars
Lone star from hell, resounding
Which hews my angel's landing
As the absence corrupts her
Coming, my evil luster
Such burden, I can't carry
In the real world, I am weary
I let it all swirl around
Giving up- Look what I found!
I Am AddictionI’m past it,
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?
Mirror, mirrorMirror, mirror
Who do you see?
Because the person in there
Is not me
Who is she?
That beautiful person
I see in thee
Who do you show?
That strong person
With unique glow
Who is she?
That special person
That stands before me?
Regrets Will KillI walked so many miles across this sea
And the pity really got the very best of me
I drown, the icy water flowing into my soul
I try to grasp it but I fall hard and lose control
It's scary just how I lost it right here
I'm followed by the constant sound of fear
Right behind me, Right behind my back
I feel it breathing into my neck
Whispering secrets I don't really want to know
Pulling and pushing, 'till I'm buried six feet below
I can't seem to keep myself from bleeding
And of my pain the fear seems to be feeding
I am so infinitely tired and sick of all
It'll be a silent good bye, now that I fall
Don't get me wrong, I won't just die like this
I'm just too weak to change the very way it is
I no longer believe in the stories and lies you tell
Neither do I seek to prove you wrong and give you hell
Hope, oh I hope that time will take care of this little mess
And lessen this horrible, crippling, indefinable distress
I walked in your shoes more than you'll ever walk in your life
What scares you, mortal?What scares you, mortal?
What defines your basic human needs, your average quantity of normal?
What potions spill your nothingness,
What skin builds up your exterior?
What makes you rise up in the morning?
What tears you open in the night?
What secrets, promises and wishes compose your inside fright?
What dance do you dance when others tremble,
Under your disillusioned romance?
What tongue do you speak in your steady sleep,
What habits do you have warped around our toes?
What makes you smile and quiver and tremor, all at once?
What reality do you pursue, if it's a reality at all?
What dreams do you dream when you're not even seen?
What might you be, or where or whom?
Where we you born, and were you're from,
Are all inadequate for me,
What and who and whom and whose
For the slightest of intrigue
For I may be a dreamer,
But I know I'm not alone,
And you might be a mortal,
We all die when they are bored.
The gods of lost and fate and pain, still shape our natural decay
And you shall fall,
I am only happy when I cry.I am only happy when I cry.
I can only smile through the tears.
I can only laugh between shaky breaths.
I can only dance in the rain.
Trust too much and fall too hard.
Take everything to heart.
Sometimes even in my back.
I put on a mask for everyone who looks.
A mask of a happy, bubbly girl
Without a care in the world.
The mask comes off when my door closes.
My dam bursts when the mask comes off.
My smile comes out when my tears stain my cheeks.
I laugh for real when I taste salt.
I am only happy when I cry.
I've been living off pain for a few years now.
It's sick and twisted.
I never cried.
Not even at funerals.
My chest feels heavy.
My stomach in a knot.
I feel like I'm crazy.
I sound it, right?
ReflectThere was once a time I could dream
I would dream every day, every hour
With the birds in the skies and the fish in the streams
But there was never a blooming flower
As I'm ageing and days grow longer,
although I can't say I'm maturing,
all my visions keep getting stronger
And they grow darker and more alluring
As fish turned into sharks and birds to hawks
The laughter of the children disappear
And all the freedom went down into locks
Dreams into fears though never she a tear
And my childhood is gone into flames
When I look back it reminds me of chains
Sorry to DisappointThe battle of life is not over yet
Continue living this life that isn't really yours
Even though people say it is
The definition of people; mainly writers and copies
The world is full of copy cats
I see them and I feel two things for them
I feel some sort of anger, but then I love these people
Love them enough to die for them
These copycats don't notice me
Even if they did the reaction is always the same
Just another face or just another person not to care about
I actually perfer that; they don't know what I am
Some people drift away because of my love for my Savior; the only one to truly love me
Some people drift away because of my attire
Some people drift away because they don't like what they find
The reasons are the same, but I love them
I can't say that I'm perfect
I am not perfect, but look at what that's gotten for me
Trying to keep this new soul alive
Trying to keep the devil inside of me dead
I can't say that I'm a good person
I am just a person who made mistakes
A person who
The feeling of HopeThe feeling that you always speak of
It ponders in your head, day in day out
Never sure how it got in there
What happened? Where did it all fall apart?
Is that the feeling?
Don't be sad or concern about it because it will drift away
All feelings do step aside just don't know when or you feel to weak to decide
Move on it will be hard but it has to happened
Or else you'll be in regret
There is no comfort in words it just feels like nothing
Having that feeling that nothing means anymore
I have that feeling
It kills me from the inside that I can't feel
I have gone numb
Lifeless just going day by day feeling, is it worth it anymore?
But it has to mean something
Why does stuff happen, there must be a reason behind it
But you may not know the answer to it
But I can't move on because I see something more to it
I see there is hope in this
That little hope will set me free
That hope will give you the strength to overcome it
That hope will strive for something better
That hope will give a new mea
Dream StateKiss you in darkness
The sweet embrace of your arms
The sweet embrace of your lips
Never forget her smile of meeting
Never forget her face as you left
Hooded figure in the land of heat
The meeting place of dreams I never knew
Escape and but don't say goodbye
Escape to the airport
To wake up from this beautiful dream
Realise a thought never known
Leave with a smile of an attraction
Built on longing for meetings between souls
Never forget her smile of meeting
Never forget her face as you left
Don't forget that feeling of waking
SacrificeThe last faint spark of my life
Is at the edge of the knife
Before it falls and vanish
I should sacrifice my wish
Dancing screams of the unheard
Will fly away with the bird
To feed the songs of many
And then leave my own fairy
The last point I should protect
Before the nightmares connect
Driving away the horror
By using its own terror
I must bid farewell for now
For I must carry this vow
I must ignore all the lies
To live, I must sacrifice
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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