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There Is No Light: Only Darkness RemainsLet the darkness consume me,
Take away my pain,
Drain me of my sorrows,
Make me feel less shame.
Slithers of silver will surely rip my pain away,
Draining me of my sorrows,
Making me feel less ashamed.
I'll tempt the darkness to arise,
All from behind:
Blue, innocent eyes.
At A GlanceOn the outside, no one sees,
All of my inner demons,
Battling inside of me.
On the outside, no one sees,
All the games
And all the lies,
Everything I try so hard to hide.
On the inside, I see
Myself, losing control of me.
Gradually losing every piece.
While nothing I say matters in the least.
Soon, everyone will see,
These inner demons,
Finally being set free.
The FallThe hurt in my eyes is all that has to be said,
Sometimes I know, I'm better off dead.
Pain is the only thing I can feel,
Knowing it's the only thing that is real.
Behind all the games and lies,
An emptiness haunts my weary eyes.
A person who I used to be,
Worse, even though it wasn't truly me.
Sorrow consuming my every thought.
Slowly, losing everything I've got.
Darkness closes in, all around,
Still, I don't make a single sound.
Bloodshot TearsHearts bound by chains of fear,
lost in the darkness by so many tears.
Trapped in an illusion of light,
To be discovered in an endless night.
Tears fall in a rain of sorrow,
Broken souls that see no tomorrow.
Relief in the form of a crimson river.
A vicious circle, with no end.
Shards Of SomeoneA broken mirror.
A bleeding fist.
A sliver blade against her wrist.
Tears falling down to lips un-kissed.
Ignore her and she won't exist.
She's not the kind you'll come to miss.
The lines she wears spirally her wrist,
Are there to prove she exists.
With pain and suffering,
Relief and regret,
It's a wonder she hasn't killed herself yet.
I Flew AwayI'll take my last breath,
And leave you here.
All my shame will slowly disappear.
I'll leave you with my body:
Cold, lifeless and drained.
I've given up on everything,
It all hurts the same.
I'm sorry for leaving you.
Especially like this.
My life was an endless spiral of pain,
Every turn, and every twist.
I'm so sorry I had to go,
Even though happiness was sometimes real,
I realized my wounds were never going to heal.
Don't feel bad:
It wasn't your fault.
I loved you, with all of my heart,
I was too screwed up
Too weird to live.
So I ended it all.
I took my last breath.
Delicate LifeShe hurts, and she cries,
You can't see the anxiety
Hidden behind her dark eyes.
She just smiles,
To cover up her lies:
She wears a mask,
A hidden disguise,
All she can do is sit and cry,
Rocking back and forth,
Remembering lie, after lie.
As she holds the silver to her wrist,
Soon, will she still exist?
Nightmares Revealed.Please, take me away,
To a place where pain does not exist,
To a place where nightmares are not real:
To a place where I cannot feel.
This place can be anywhere.
Anywhere you want to take me,
I'm trusting you to keep me safe.
I'm trusting you not to break me.
After everything that's happened,
I believe this place does not exist,
For pain, is everywhere.
That's the hidden plot twist.
Nightmares are real.
The real nightmare isn't hidden within the dark,
It's hidden within you.
The thing you're all afraid of,
Lurks within your head:
Preparing for its moment
To drown your body in dread.
To finally take over the person that is you.
And no one can stop it,
Or tell it what to do.
Corrupt CornerThere's a cold, dark corner
In the back of my room.
It speaks to me
And says "I'm coming for you".
Maybe one day,
My dreams will come true:
I won't have to be here,
So down and blue.
The corner keeps talking
About how I'm going to die.
All I can do,
Is lay here, and cry.
As the corner gets closer,
It takes me in.
My soul, begins to burn,
Along with my skin.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
ConsumedI mark my arm
And leave the blood to pour.
My mind is slowly sickened
By the vivid gore.
On the outside no one sees,
This demon, this thing,
Slowly taking over me.
I am the only one
Who knows it's there.
Lurking beneath the surface.
Getting harder to bare.
One day, everyone will see
This seemingly hidden demon
Dwelling within me.
There this thing will be,
Possessing the shell of me,
Standing before them
Using my eyes to see.
Everyone will stare.
Many will glare.
But little will they know,
Is now me.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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