Nevermind
Sit down in the cave,
Hide as the world cracks.
Air full of metal,
Noise, we're not coming back.
Looking between rocks,
For food we could find.
Found merely a textureless snake...
Nevermind.
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
VoidVoice
Skimming the wind,
A killer with wings,
Down from the skies,
As light as her strings.
Smile...
A blur.
Hair...
Nowhere to find.
Hands...
So soft.
Teeth...
Will break your mind.
* * *
My head is not a
good place.
Trust me you don't
want to know.
Run
Every day I want to pack my bags
And run
And run
And run,
Run away from all what I know to be alone
And run
And run
And run
Run away from what makes me feel so empty
And run
And run
And run
To the place...
Wait I don't have anyone
Suffocating
You are,
The air the,
That I breath-
Wait!
that's not possible.
What did I breathe before you,
What will I breathe without you?
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Kids skipping on crash symbol leaves,
screams from toothless fiends, lil parasites,
fathers return from work at the slaughter factory,
some taking pleasure in the activities,
passing off pieces of some fractured entity enemy called peace,
please please scream the slowly wrinkling brains,
concrete crossing across the traincrossing,
blue copper patrol buggy, trigger fingies as they like to say,
blood splattered suburb trees, and the scream, they scream,
but its just another day.
tick tick, another statistic number filed,
tick tock, a nine to five in dreadful boxes,
clink clank, the unretired surviving fodder struggles to get by,
so quick, the moment you realize why,
why you feel so close to gutter dying,
My feelings are storms
A storm is hounting my house. Rain is pouring down my walls and my pillow is imbued. Lightnings all over the sky. I feel the Darkness hugging me.
Night thoughts
Why do these thoughts keep me awake?
A never ending tumble of sounds,
A long forgotten memory.
A conversation still to be had,
And all the ways it could go
Smashing the inside of my skull repeatedly
Only at night do these thoughts haunt me,
Even showing me painful scenes of what ifs,
Of the worst case scenarios...
If only I could tune them out,
Force my mind to go blank,
At least until I fall asleep.
But no, they haunt me still.
If only I could put voice to those thoughts,
Then perhaps they would leave me be.
But the waiting only leads to wondering.
Hell on earth
To most people
Hell is an abstract place.
It's a realm of suffering,
If pain and torture,
And they can only speculate as to what it will be.
I know differently.
I have trudged through the halls of the cursed place.
I have seen the horrors,
Heard the laughter of those demons.
And the worst part?
It looked just like earth.
One solar rotation since that point,
And I still see the visions.
Those monsters that tormented me,
Hours of running and hiding,
But how can you hid from your own mind?
When it rains, it pours
Stress,
Frustration,
Situations out of our control,
Confusion,
Pain,
Suffering,
Death...
Like minuscule specks of dust,
They collect water until becoming rain.
However,
There are so many,
So many specks,
That when you expect a summer shower
It somehow always turns into a
Thunderstorm...
Maybe now you will understand
00.16
I looked to the shadow in my hands.
My hands looked different.
More different than It used to be.
My hands looked as if they are being drawn.
Or they are being erased by the painter.
So as my eyes. I can feel a slight difference in them.
It's one of two.
I EITHER, have lost my mind.
Or, my heart had changed it way of seeing things to the point of where I see my eyes, and my hands differently.
I longer want the things to be as before.
It's OK if I got left down now.
It's OK if ibgut pushed now
It's OK if I got sick now.
And it's OK if I never knew what I will do with my life.
Now and for good.
Now and for good.
Vermillion
You leave me in stains
Marks I will never rid myself of
With vermillion veins
I bled onto myself, my clothes stained vermillion
Forever vermillion
You stain my lungs
I constrict and breathe you in
Sanguine words paint me free
Shackles stained within as we scream
Forever sanguine, vermillion
You stain my skin
It shrieks, shrill and screeching
You stain it black and vermillion with your name, sin
The very mark I struggle to hide, bleaching
Forever sanguine, black and vermillion
You've stained my memories
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