Every hour, minute, second I am prey I am fodder Hunted down by demons Haunted by every face I've ever seen Pacing around in suffering Isolated by shame Reluctant by nature Tormented by illness I lay powerless to their mockery Engulfed in darkness Stunned...
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I’ve walked in darkness my whole life. Each day I wake up and wonder if today is the day I will slip away into the darkness – then resolve, like an alcoholic, that I will hold out for just one more day. Death is my addiction, and I work to hold it off eve...
“He will see you now,” the creature growled pointing towards an old oak door. I got up from my seat and made my way in front of it. This was it. It was finally time to make my case. I briefly ran through all my arguments in my mind. I knew I only had one...
In exhausting dreams, There is no solace, no peace In unconsciousness, There is no escape; fears release Thoughts morph into demons, Stalking, Watching, Preying, Panic sets inAs courage weakensWalking, Running, Sprinting As claws dig into flesh No turning...
The 5 W's
Who, What, Where, When and Why?Who is the one that through the seasons, is the same? Who is the one that will take the blame? Who is the one that will carry the shame? Who is the one that left the embers inside aflame? What will it take to shed the tiniest tear? What could I do to make...
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From Darkness to Light
Faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountainsShe sits alone feeling cold lost and empty no one looking for her No family no friends Just darkness surrounds Sounds of distant traffic Wondering should she just pick up the knife And end her pain Tears slide down her cheek She’s running out of time The...
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Webs of my reflection
Here is a poem briefly describing how I feel.Like the fridged winter air seeping into my skin,I watch as the ink bleeds through the paper from my pen.I turn words into visions and visions into words.Poetry sets me free like the air flowing beneath the wings of the birds.As I look up at the sky,I pra...
Go away, fuck off, back to your bunker.It has no title,but understanding is vital.Stop.Here’s the poem: I saw somebody.She was beautiful.An energy that didn’t fit,yet she owned it. I found outshe likes to twist and shout.But does she like ...? Her polar i...
The Problem with Anger
Depression and how I deal with it.All of my life I have had to deal with a mind crippling depression. The origional time this depression hit me was when I was 11 years old and had started 7th grade. I had just moved from my grade school to a junior high. For the intial first half grading...
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Maimed Heart
Life is an art, cram it with Bright colours of exhilaration and positivity.Do we hearken to our hearts? Do we assimilate our inner instincts? No. We are galloping in a race where we get anxiety because of our ineptitude to fit the so-called success pattern. We follow what everybody is doing to reach perfection. But, life is not...
By My Side
After a very long road trip I question my mindI am tryingbut three days in a carmake my progress seem very farThankfully the seahas come to my rescue again.Salt air, endless ocean views are friendsPatience you continue to showmile after mile day after dayEventually helping me find my wayI question ag...
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An Innocent Soul
Think twice before intimidating someone.She was again bullied by one of her seniors. She came back to her room crying. She was delighted to be a part of that event but had never thought it could turn harsh on her. She started scolding herself and took all the flaws on her own. She felt suffocat...