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No matter what I claim, Iâm no different.
I realize what this is. Who will pick up my pieces?
Youâre out the door, I said I could take it.
Deceiving no one but myself, as if you couldnât tell.
I fell for you, and landed into chaos.
Your arms too full to catch me. Youâre preoccupied, youâre content.
I thirst for you, my desperation on display.
Every time you neglect me, my heart dwindles away.
Let me cherish this while I can.
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No matter what I claim, I'm no different. I realize what this is. Who will pick up my pieces? You're out the door, I said I could take it. Deceiving no one but myself, as if you couldn't tell. I fell for you, and landed into chaos. Your arms too full to catch me. You're preoccupied, you're content. I thirst for you, my desperation on display. Every time you neglect me, my heart dwindles away. Let me cherish this while I can.
Hazardous Love
Itâs been a year, give or take. A year since you gave her your heart to break. You gave her everything, She took it all happily. All she ever did was take and take.
She gave you nothing but her company, She said âthatâs a sign, you should run from meâ. But you stayed there, Even when it was hard to bear. Loving her is toxicity.
Shes toxic, a problem, a nightmare in the flesh. Pretty face, slim waste, soul the color of ash. She let you know she was a hazard, It was worse than you could fathom. You rode it out til you crashed.
You insisted youâd be fine, But didnât know her state of mind. You didnât know she was a user, An unintentional abuser, That she would be the one wasting your time.
If a year ago you said she was crazy, Sheâd laugh it off like âmaybeâ Now that maybe is a yes, Someone you should second guess. Sheâs been thinkin, missing you lately.
After all the pain she caused you, The torment she put you through. She knows youâre sickened by her face, Never again will she feel your embrace. Sheâs the originator of âtrust issuesâ.
@poetry-omg
He never thought that I could be so dangerous. Addicted to me, he liked to called me Angel Dust. I was his drug, his love. His anger & his lust. He took a chance with me, never been spontaneous.
The risk was greater than the reward. I was a free spirit that he tried to hoard. So I stayed with him until I got bored. Yes I played with him. He knew that but ignored.
Showering me with love & adoration, When I only wanted darkness & isolation. Putting up with me wasnât easy, he had patience. He came back each time, the epitome of dedication.
Amused, to see him chase right after me. Refused, to clarify my apathy. Abused, was his heart. I gave him agony. Confused, howâd this turn into catastrophe?
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Rantings of an artist
Seeking affection and direction. A sick obsession, so badly craving perfection instead getting rejection. Staring into the reflection, no answers only questions. The confusion is greater than the list of solutions. Therefore coming to the conclusion that this may be an illusion. All a creation from a vivid imagination. Thats often known as an abomination upon civilization. In addition to getting no recognition from anyone in higher positions. Only suspicion because of our opposition to whatâs known as tradition.
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All alone smoking in my room. Surrounded by darkness, All I hear is doom. All I see is death, and a past that I regret. I can still see your face, how could I forget? Burning weed won't burn your image, Eyes red, red wrists dripping. Sipping lean, asking for forgiveness. Pill poppin, liquor mixin Nose snifflin, eye keep twitchin. Driftin in & out of this shit Since u left I just want what's missing. Always fucking reminiscing. On the time when you was when you was down to ride for me. Lie for me, baby die for me.
Hazardous Love
It's been a year, give or take. A year since you gave her your heart to break. You gave her everything, She took it all happily. All she ever did was take and take. She gave you nothing but her company, She said "that's a sign, you should run from me". But you stayed there, Even when it was hard to bear. Loving her is toxicity. Shes toxic, a problem, a nightmare in the flesh. Pretty face, slim waste, soul the color of ash. She let you know she was a hazard, It was worse than you could fathom. You rode it out til you crashed. You insisted you'd be fine, But didn't know her state of mind. You didn't know she was a user, An unintentional abuser, That she would be the one wasting your time. If a year ago you said she was crazy, She'd laugh it off like "maybe" Now that maybe is a yes, Someone you should second guess. She's been thinkin, missing you lately. After all the pain she caused you, The torment she put you through. She knows you're sickened by her face, Never again will she feel your embrace. She's the originator of "trust issues".
He never thought that I could be so dangerous. Addicted to me, he liked to called me Angel Dust. I was his drug, his love. His anger & his lust. He took a chance with me, never been spontaneous. The risk was greater than the reward. I was a free spirit that he tried to hoard. So I stayed with him until I got bored. Yes I played with him. He knew that but ignored. Showering me with love & adoration, When I only wanted darkness & isolation. Putting up with me wasn't easy, he had patience. He came back each time, the epitome of dedication. Amused, to see him chase right after me. Refused, to clarify my apathy. Abused, was his heart. I gave him agony. Confused, how'd this turn into catastrophe?
What have we learned today kids? All my little black girls with bows in your curls. That We are not welcome. That We are not loved. That We do not matter. That we must stay in school. So we can enjoy a bright future of war and no justice - no peace - no water - no cures.
Q And yet I am hopeful 85 (via rquideal)
Journey with God
Is He listening to my pleading? While I cry out to Him for answers, I get silence. I've had faith in things before but nothing worth believing, I've had faith in things before that I'd always end up leaving. I've had faith. In Him I try to put my trust but this thing is such a trying battle, on going, never stopping. As of late I feel like I've been giving in, letting my darkness win. So now He won't let me in, He won't speak, He won't move to my knowledge. It could be my constant state of fear, never giving my all because what if I lose it? If I jump and no one is there to catch me, what will happen? He's promised to always be there, it's written in the stars. Yet I'm afraid to give Him all of me, it's everything, the only thing I have. I want to so badly, I yearn for Him to move in me. This fear is like a sickness, a poison if you will. Every time I drink it, it seems that He is still..... But what if it's not He who is dormant, it's not He who is silent, it's not He who can't hear me. What if it's me? Whose been petrified beyond motion, whose been scared of an answer so I've become mute. Maybe I've been stuck in my mind & I cannot recognize his voice beyond the commotion. If I just trusted in Him...things would start to progress. Fear paralyzes, faith has movement.
Rantings of an artist
Seeking affection and direction. A sick obsession, so badly craving perfection instead getting rejection. Staring into the reflection, no answers only questions. The confusion is greater than the list of solutions. Therefore coming to the conclusion that this may be an illusion. All a creation from a vivid imagination. Thats often known as an abomination upon civilization. In addition to getting no recognition from anyone in higher positions. Only suspicion because of our opposition to what's known as tradition.
Untitled Sad Poem
I put on a mask when I rise, For without it you would not recognize. There is a monster underneath my disguise. You'd know staring into my lifeless eyes. If still existent my heart is cold, It beats in my chest but it is slow. Nothing makes the tempo grow, Therefore I think I have no soul. I can no longer feel emotion. Even when sedated and floating, Off of tons of pills and potions, Just going through the motions. Yet violence does excite me, the scent of blood is enticing. Sharp instruments shinning, look inviting, Self inflected wounds are a lovely sighting. The cold metal dragging against my flesh, & the tears being built up in my chest. Those feelings are the best, Knowing one day I'll slip up and meet eternal rest.
Something short
Soul darker than the lungs of an avid smoker, frantically puffing on the poison sticks that choke her. Breathing in all the sulfur, enjoying each moment of the long term torture. Quite aware of it's affects over time. Yet too weak in the mind to find the time to say goodbye. It's her only companion though shortening the span of her life. Giving no care whether she live or die, still inhaling the toxins just to get by.
Boredom At Home
The walls that provide shelter have imprisoned me, usually keeping me safe. Thankful for this home yet yearning to escape. The doors aren't locked, & the windows open widely. How could this be a prison, sounding so free? But with nowhere else to run, I'm trapped within these walls. They begin to close in on me & after a while the ceiling seems to fall. Getting smaller and smaller until it's hard to breathe. No space to even slightly shift. Save me from this torture, please. Nothing but dull moments spent here, And my biggeste fear. Is that I will remain caught in this cycle of apathy. The indifference will eradicate me if I don't do so myself. It's so dreary and bleak I often ponder if this is hell.
Misery Loves Company
Through this joyless routine of darkness and gloom, the only thing that makes it all worth while is you. The only person that can make me smile too. Otherwise, I'm putting on an act. In fact, a disguise. Telling these far-fetched lies, to seem somewhat ordinary to the average eye. Accepted for a second, until dismissed from their minds. It aches, we both know the feeling isn't pleasant. Our hearts lying in the wreckage, from the storm that is life. That part is over, though necessary. I promise never again will we have to feel solitary, I won't let you fall back into misery...not without me. Not just for sympathy, but because alone we were both drowning helplessly. I can be whatever, whenever you need. If the world had burst into flames...and everyone died. the thought doesn't hurt or bring pain, it leaves me satisfied. I cannot lie, It fills me with delight. Just the idea, of only you and I.
