Nate's Poetry

I'm Nate and I write lots of poetry. Everything written on here is my own content. Enjoy. (:

[bleedingclearspoems]

Forwarding Void

Emptiness is emptiness No matter how long you prolong Its inevitable wretchedness. Happiness is nothing to fill Than it is a gain, so easily spilt And forgotten with the rest Of what was nothing less.

Stress none but one, A fact pressed by a gun Lunged deep into your lungs With the pressure of the young.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Our Wasteland

A place of emptiness, Void of emotion and soul; A wasteland with less Than enough room to crawl. Where we grow to obsess, And learn not to rest, To adapt to our eyes that now nest A mirror of this place of emptiness.

Creatures with depression dispersed Amongst the radiated worst Work harder the harder they burn For this world knows no concern; And cares less for their curse. And only through this test Will they achieve nothing less Than a place of fulfilled emptiness.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Caged

Wrapped in dreams, I'm caught; Where a shadow is my only thought. Elasticity is a sign of horrors face, This man stands, his body contort And his gaze binds me in place. Daggers are what only await In this apartment I thought to be safe. The roof so close to being caved, Surveillance watches its open space.

I've hidden so long to no avail For this man knows of my tale. He knows all of my own mind, My solitude is corrupt and frail With his madness trapping my time. Headlights and wind chimes Are my undoing and his crime, I hid my body and silenced my cries But my soul drew him to close my demise.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Subconscious Girl

I reach into my darkest night For a hallucinative girl of no sight. She tried to give me all my life Without submitting to my knife; Upon waking up do I scream in fright.

Upon the board walk she dwells, Opposite to a world of a marshland hell, Where the ravens ring the bells, Where she breaks my wicked spell; Upon waking up do I shatter my shell.

A land of wandering dead, A land without any life but instead A land of hollow hearts that shed Selfish desires that unlawfully spread. Upon waking up do I feel the dread.

She whispers to me her secret, Her hidden desire for me that crept Beneath my shimmering shroud as I slept. She whispers why of her I dreamt; And upon waking up do I forget.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Acting Embodiment

A world of professional actors With nothing but faces so fact-less. We're blocks of multiple characters Exploring each other's parameters For extremities so worthless.

Glimpse a page of persona's, Adapt and reap rewards of wagers; From fraud to selfless favours, From swords to shaving razors, A world of professional actors.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Horrors Of Horror

Yonder I ponder A horror that wanders, A horror so shallow, A horror that sunders A heart of thunders.

The mind of a mirror; A shimmer, a glimmer, A distorted fever That washes over This horror that quivers. This horror that bares witness To a horror it waters.

It grows forever, Never will it falter. A horror now horrified By the horror it solidified.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

No Humanity

The death trapped in you, so rude, It thinks you're a human, no clue. A fume to bring the animal in you, The blood sickening, a murder to choose; A plan to see the escape right through, A scandalous plot unscrewed From the head of your villain, so shrewd.

A plan hastily written off the chart Through a laugh at the deepest scar, A nothing of the most perfect mark. It receives nothing of their touch Other than the burning of their heart. A pain through ending at the start, A pain you ignore, rather than hark.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

My Dreams, My Solitude

Another day without a treat, Another month of the deepest sleeps. Deeper I fall into a place so free, Forever I fall from an endless stream. In love I fall with my dreams And again I meet with the girl I need Who so willing holds me from my screams.

She knows the everything of me, And I know the everything of her, We share the everything of our hurt But consolidate strength in our worst. She placed my heart into her purse, We then held each other's everything Removing every of our concerns.

I'm in love with a girl who isn't, A figure beholding each of my wishes; A ghost that walks my hallucinative vision In a world created by what wasn't, In a world I've created all too vivid To reap a cold reality, that dismays hope in spirits, To reap a cold reality, that strays and shivers.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

She Breaths With Me

Sit along with me And listen to me breath, We'll set each other free As we're suppose to be. In the meadow with the black tree, It twists in hollow agony Upon observing our idle harmony; Although obligated to empathy, We instead giggle as it screams. We are the light the dark so fears, You are my candle I hold so near. No sins that need clear, On this new slate we peer At only the seedlings To water and cheer.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Nothing Is More

She sinks as she sways, Corrupting as she fades In the haunting of a renegade; A taste of her brittle teeth Catches the grenade On the tip of my blade, Weeping as she pleas For a song of dripping sheets.

Treated with no sweet sense Of a gluttonous relief, but instead, With a mouthful of grief. She develops a peculiar sense Of an empathy That I so often meet, To now feel the sorrow in the breeze, That burrows in so deep.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

[bleedingclearspoems]

A Matter Of Dark

Black hair, Black blouse, Darkened glare, And a darkened house. A creature so rare, Never frightened by a mere mouse. Trust isn't of care, Nor is it a must With her silver tongue So mutilated by rust. And she's the reason I see life how it clumps, Killing all love With a simple nudge. A flick and a twist As if with a broken wrist. Commanding the unfit, Killing off their last wits And giving them whips Against those who sit With unbroken lips, With broken hips. And she's the reason I fight in the grit, Speaking what's unspoken With a mouth of no spit.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Follow Her

I sear so near to what's left most unclear, I remain sincere but still haunted by her fears.

Poetic eyes, blinded by her broken demise As she fights the sight Of those unwilling to survive. I must try to pry the might Of those honing their knives; Black be the colour of their pride Tied to a man wielding a scythe, Lost to his riddle and his lie.

To ensure she never falls to the same trend I'll follow her to the end of all ends.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Like Wax:

Roster a candle to foster, Ponder the pain as it shot Hot melted wax in tiny drops Across my body that was not. Through the night of frost, Blood was lost at the greatest cost; A cost that only forgot Of its scars, that surely enough would rot.

And the host never knew To boast would only pursue A plague to stick to you Like the wax of my gloom.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

[bleedingclearspoems]

They Play

Progress can't be made Until your demon comes to play, Sing out and to the insane, Bring forth their place to stay. They arrive in a daunting grey, They thrive on Death's red to trade. Your peace of mind is at stake, For that's what they will take, Your song of harmony, That has you shift and sway Will turn to nothing but agony, That has you mindless again. And all that for a specific gain, All that has worth, behind the pain. All you could endure, will halt the rain, All you could conjure, is yours to tame. The world will be yours to break, No words of yours are fake, No swords could leave you maimed For you, there is absence of strain. But only if you want to, Only if this is your desire, Only if you have a clue, As to what you truly aspire.

B.C.

[bleedingclearspoems]

Surrender

I'll lay with you tonight Whilst we surrender the fight Against existence's blight Toward our will and our might.

Drowning in our 'what ifs' With anxieties that endlessly list Across a tap that forever drips A poison that be our corrosive bliss.

I'll lay with you and surrender To the world that sought to sunder Everything I once held in wonder, And let flower our violet thunder.

B.C.