Inside My World.

I believe poetry, like music, is medicine for the soul. I have been writing for 26 years, and although most of my poems are based on my life experiences, others are based on other people's experiences.

[myhauntingdreams]

To Kareem

I don't love you anymore... You're crass, inconsiderate and selfish Plus You don't love me... I've allowed this abuse Because you feed my addictions, You've turned the sleepy gremlin inside me Into a full fledged monster That cannot live without you, The monster, although terrifying and powerful Is your pitiful slave, That kneels before you As you caress me while softly whispering Lies that sound like poetry and music, Because the words come from your beautiful mouth.. You pick me up You lay me down on our bed of hypocrisy and fables To rape me violently Over and over, all the while telling me That I like what you're doing... I believe those words For a moment.. As they cascade from your beautiful face Like I always have before.. This time is different though... It hurts...I know it hurts You can't convince me otherwise Not anymore, I get up and flee Fed up with your lies and noxious supplies, I don't love you anymore.

[electricarmchair]

Countdown to Crazy

10. This is the day for crazy 9. No more safety 8. All your thought up demons 7. It’s screaming season 6. Disbelief, dreaming 5. If only you were sleeping 4. A storm, feeling hazy 3. Raining down crazies 2. Feel it from within 1. The madness begins

[myhauntingdreams]

Here we are. You've put us in a perpetual cycle of love and hate because you have issues. You're so insecure, you say these false things to perpetuate hate all for the sake of gaining approval from my enemies. Yet, you say you love me to my face. I've allowed this charade, this masquerade of hate, to continue because I wanted to see how far you'd go. You turned into the monster I suspected you were. You really are the soul less creature everyone warned me about. You are the ghoul who slashes at my heart and causes my soul to bleed.

[wnq-writers]

Please don’t hold back on me. Tell me that you miss me. Tell me that you stayed up late cause you couldn’t stop thinking about me, about us. Tell me about the dreams you have with me. Tell me about the way I make you happy. Don’t pretend to have no feelings. Love is not a weakness, and if it is, let’s all be weak, let’s all tell people why they mean so much to us.

falling-apartt (via wnq-writers)

[amargedom]

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via amargedom)

[myhauntingdreams]

Love brings us flowers and builds our coffins. _Alessia Cara

[myhauntingdreams]

Is it possible to actually die, from a broken heart?

[maxmundan]

I’m down on my hands and knees, holding a lamp that I shine on the rug. It’s totally insane. Crazy. Nutso. I know there isn’t any here but I’m searching anyway. Hunting. In vain. For lost tweak. If I could find just enough for maybe one more line, I’d be alright. Put the lamp down; sit back on the couch; you’ve been doing this for days. Put the lamp down; sit back on the couch; you’ve been doing this for days. And even as I repeat this mantra in my head, I find myself back on my knees, with the lamp once again in my hand. I’m picking a wound in the mirror. It’s one of a nice, little group that is dripping blood down my face. I haven’t slept in ten days, so I’m not entirely certain if this is real or illusion but I think I’m supposed to be at work and either real or illusory blood is dripping all over my nice, white shirt. Put the lamp down; sit back on the couch; you’ve been doing this for days. Put the lamp down; sit back on the couch; you’ve been doing this for days. And even as I repeat this mantra in my head, I find myself back on my knees, with the lamp once again in my hand. I have one hand on the mouse and the other in my pants, squeezing my limp but tingling cock. You’d be surprised how much porn you can scroll through in one twenty-four hour period. The cum stain on my pants is getting bigger but I wouldn’t be able to stop if the fuckin’ cops bust in. Put the lamp down; sit back on the couch; you’ve been doing this for days. put the lamp down; sit back on the couch; you’ve been doing this for days. And even as I repeat this mantra in my head, I find myself back on my knees, with the lamp once again in my hand.

Max Mundan, Crystal Sisyphus

© David Rutter 2015

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(via maxmundan)

[myhauntingdreams]

The Obsession of My Soul You are my drug, You turn me into a fiend, You're my Special K, My ketamine My sweet amphetamine, Running through my veins, Coersing my blood to misbehave, To indulge in the naughtiest of things, You are my drug, My Special K, My ketamine Your indulgent alcoholic lips My forbidden amphetamine, You turn me against myself, I am going insane I snort you, I swallow you, I inhale your being, I consume you, you consume me Again and again, You are my drug, My Special K, My ketamine, My sweet forbidden amphetamine.

[myhauntingdreams]

Bitter My dear sweet innocent, You have been lied to, You see it, in stories, in fairy tales and legends, But the truth is.. There is no such thing as true love. It only exists in fables, Fabrications of a lonely old soul Who was searching for what she could never find, So you see, my innocent dear, There's no need to waste your time... There's no such thing as true love.

[maxmundan]

I Can See Your Darkness

There is blood in your eager kisses and salty tears in your smile the self loathing you disguise as easy bravado and charm is not unfamiliar to me I know this midnight too and I can see your darkne...

[myhauntingdreams]

Your Fault Before I met you, I was okay, I could wake up Every morning To welcome The sunny day, Before I met you, I was okay, I exercised, I ate right, I slept every day. After I met you The panic attacks began You changed my self perception Into something bad I cry through sleepless nights You turned my heart black. This pain is unrelenting It consumes me more Day after day, I'll do anything To make the pain go away, To keep the tears from falling Each and every day, Because of you, I know now... I'll never be okay.

[myhauntingdreams]

Life is just a perpetual cycle of loss. Every moment of happiness is followed by the inevitable ending of that moment. There is no point to our existence. We are not special. We cannot trust anyone. We are actually alone in this world, our entire lives. There is no point and actual happiness can never exist, because we won't allow that. We love our misery far too much.

[myhauntingdreams]

More Than Hate When I think of you my stomach turns inside out I well up with rage mixed with despair It's hard for me to control The urge to want to Beat you into oblivion To make your eyes bleed To watch you recoil in utter pain As the sadist in me persists, There is an emotion stronger than hate.

[myhauntingdreams]

Today Today I have decided that the world is too wicked of a place for me to experience, today. Today I have decided to stay in my room, lock the door, lay in bed and just stare at the wall, today. Today, breathing takes too much effort... Today, I've decided I'm going to be the asshole and deem you unworthy to be in my presence just as you have done to me, today. Today, I have decided not to answer my phone. Today I blocked you from contacting me. And today, you died in my mind because it's easier to pretend that you're dead than to suffer living a life without you.

[maxmundan]

To My Muse With Tears in Her Eyes

The sadness in your eyes as you make love to me so tenderly is a hot needle in my heart yet beautiful beyond words beyond compare If I could be a surgeon and, systematically remove the tumor of you...

[myhauntingdreams]

I refuse to accept the world like this.I'm going to prove that one person, can make a difference. - The People's Revolution