SkinMaybe you think I'm nothingBut I am much more than skin.I am not pretty.Nor am I petty.Just because I'm not skinnyDoesn't mean I'm fat.But if I was, in reality,I wouldn't care much about that.I'm not vain.Nor am I plain.I care little about physical touchBut sometimes I need more than baggy clothes.Sometimes my skin shows too much;Mostly, I cover up my skin so no one knows.I'm not neutralNor am I colorful.Scars tell a tale of the last few yearsMy skin is inked and splatteredIn some places, my skin is piercedMost places, it's torn and tattered.I'm not perfect, if you'd only see.There's more under my skin than you'll never know of me.
Depressioni swallow caPsulesas i drown in a perpetual fLoodof misErywith my collection of rAzorsi drift out to Seainto thE black.the tHief of my heartkillEr of soulsand Lover of deathhas dilaPidated my dreamshe sold me to Monstersand watchEd them consume me.
twenty-sixgive me the ocean;let the salt nip at my skinand sand crush beneath my soles.throw me to the sun;char my skin to the bone.sink me under the depthstill my lungs start to swimthat weightless embraceis how i feel with him.
soul x 2they say colour only liveswhen the sun smiles.mornings awash in shadesof pastel, afternoonsburning with neon.but when dusk falls,the colour drainsaway to the blackthis world was born in.who's to say everything elsedoesn't have two faces?
Glassyif i waited till the nextthunder storm, buriedmy heart in the sand,and let the lighting strike,i'd have the perfect presentfor you, encased in glassand everything
twenty-fivei burned through this summerlike a pack of cheap cigarettes.all these snowflakes in my lungskeep chaffing the burns.
Open Seasonthe pines resonate such lush peace-only to be splinteredaway at the crack of man made death.the trees shun me when i ask for help.i feel life ooze into the leaves and dirtbeneath my broken self. like a whickless candlemy flame burns awayat my own flesh
my old friendthe warmth against your cold embracesettles my bones in for the long months.your beauty in the stoic days is unique;placid white trees of lace, glass drippingfrom the rooftops.i'm sorry i hated you so,please come back
bulletsyour eyes are the colourof the leaden sky above.you claim to ooze lovebut all i feel are bullets
I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart outAnd threw it to the groundMirthful eyesThat laughed at meI reached outTo touch youTo apologizeAnd you shatteredI know why tooIt's because you wereAshamedAfraidEmbarrassedAnxiousAnd you thought thatIf you acceptedMy handThen everything would crashBut as it turns outYou were wrongBecause when I reached outAnd you rejected meYou brokeAll on your ownI pick upYour piecesWith remorseNow I'll have toBuy a new mirror
Because Boys Hurt TooThis is for the boywho cries himself to sleep at nightwho cuts his arms and sidewho starves himselfwho burns and watches his skin melti love youbecause boys hurt too
Black is Not a Color.Saved. Fire and miss.Bleed Again. I inhale the deepest scent of regret. Warmth in the cold, but not in the same way a smile is warm. Not pleasant, not kind. Filled with the taste of hell.Saved. Fire and miss.Bleed Again. I fall again. Into the dark and into the cold. With the hateful warmth that drips to the floor, quiet. Much more silent than a gunshot, just as deadly.Saved. Fire and miss.Bleed Again. I am nothing, in the same way that black is not a color. Tasting the Cold, Dark, Blankness, nothingness of who I am. And just as I am nothing, nothing can save me again.Fire and miss. Bleed Again.Save Me.
Words I Hate©LonewolfpuppySafety. Laughter. Help.Sorrow. Doctor. Smile.Positive. Lies. Mental.Illness. Knowledge. Sick.Obligations. Trust. Care.Empathy. Experience.Anger. Teacher.YOU.Laughter. Smile. Positive.Oh, you repeat these,but tell me this;How do you laughwhen people make you cry?How do you smlewithout wondering why,Why you can only be positivethey've turned a blind eye?Mental. Illness. Sick.Echoing memories,So haunting, so thick.Mentally you sayI could be unwell,and everyone elsethinks I'm ill as well.I'm sick of these soundsfrom you devils in hell!Trust. Care. Empathy.Qualities thatshould control thee.Trust you, I do,But I'm feeling betrayed,You don't seem to care- it's nothing you convey,You can't use empathy,So what else can I say?Safety. Laughter. Help.Sorrow. Doctor. Smile.Positive. Lies. Mental.Illness. Knowledge.
MasksWith big smiles she greeted her friends,Drowning in the crowd of people.How many claimed to be her loved ones?Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.They welcomed her with jokes and laughter,and she replied with hugs and kisses,Pretending not to see the cracks in their masksOr the lies in their voices.She knew they were hiding something,She heard the whispers behind her back,Saw the greed behind their smiles,And sensed their hatred long ago.And every day she felt another partOf her soul breaking away.At night she tried to fix it,Trying to reattach the broken pieces,But as the time went by she realizedThat the harder she tried, the faster she broke.And so she continued what she had once started,Acting cheerful, while breaking apart,slowly creating her own maskTo hide her true self.Until one day she met you,The girl who refused to wear a disguise,A big grin in your face,And true kindness in your words.Your left hand you had outstretched,In your right you
untitledseducing the writeris pointless;he'll seduce himselfif you're silent.
Human Hellour ancesters foretold the endthe day the sun would descentand the world would blendin darkness that never endshumans have made enough mistakesand the gods make sure they know there placeas all of the other realms stand face to facemenkind will have oblivion to embraceangels from above will rain like fireskeletons will come from the ground inspiredDemons will bring chaos and there's no denialhumans can't run, there's nothing left to defilewhen the Undead comes, the Revolution will beginall of the humans that have Sinnedwill die in flames of our kinand the world will peel of it's skinthe survivors of the Apocalypse have only one hopestay hidden and don't let screams be knownfor the world has changed from a human hometo a horror unknownThe Undead Revolution has called it's bellthe corrupted souls have been selledstand attention Undead menWelcome, to the Human Hell
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.I thrive and depend on your complimentsAnd it is only then as a direct consequence,Am I truly able to write with confidence.Even though your words are only temporary.I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.My own validation depends on your approval.Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.Proudly
ObsoleteObsolete.Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours. But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore, As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.
SomeoneSometimes I wish I could be someone else,someone who is more pretty or more intelligent,someone who is more extroverted,someone who has more self-confidence,someone who is more successful or richer than me,someone who has an easier past and a brighter future ahead,someone who can take life and its problems easier,someone who accepts every problem as it is, Someone who isn't afraid.Someone who sees the light in dark days.Someone who never looses hope.But in the end, when I look at myself in the mirror,I understand that I cannot be someone else.I understand that I am me,I understand that I have my own strengths,I force myself to accept what was given to me.I try to see my own strengths.But this is hard.Life is hard.
One youOne kiss, One touch, One you.One you to miss, One you to love so much, One chance to have a love so true.When you smile at me,I know that love is all I see.This love is so surreal,But deep down inside I know it's real.Just a touch can make me want to scream,Felling like I'm walking on a balancing beam.Emotions so fragile and fierce,With an arrow so sharp my soul they pierce.One kiss, On
Impossible ExistenceMine is an impossible existence.Every day, I do the impossible. I get up, eat Cornflakes, go to work. I work in an office. It is quiet. I like that.I walk through the park on my way home. The birds are singing. The boys are playing football between the trees. Brown, crackling leaves are thick underfoot.When I get home, I kiss my warm, flustered wife as she hurries past me out the door. She is heading to her shift over at the hospital. She works the evening shift on Wednesdays. She does impossible things there.The kids - Annie and Michael - are playing in and out of the hall, chasing each other. The TV is on in the front room. Tom is chasing Jerry round and round the screen, much like Annie and Michael.Annie is seven and wants to be a nurse. She wants to do impossible things, like her mother. She is small and bright and blonde and has her mother's radiant smile.Michael is three. He is my impossible child. He has freckles and dimples and mousy brown hair. He is giggling
I dareI dare the rain to slicken my step.I dare the roof I climb, to crumble beneath me.I dare the sea to pull me into its depths.I dare my sanity to flee.I dare the earth to crumble.I dare the cliffs to tumble.I dare my legs to stumble.I dare my fingers to fumble.I dare to live on the edge.I dare anything to beat me raw.I dare to make a daring pledge.I dare to face death's hungry call.I dare to face life without fear.I dare all I say to be sincere.I dare to question all I hear.I dare to laugh back at every sneer.I dare to let the conformity we dawn to slip.I dare to be my own brave teacher.I dare death to squeeze and gripI dare to be a wild creature.I challenge death to a duel.I need no push to follow through.I defy with carelessness as fuel.I dare you too.
All Rise to FallI've blurred my view on fatesince it no longer exists.I've scratched the words of religion,no "God" could watch this.Burning buildings tumble on those below.Crushing lives along with dreams.From crying mother to screaming son,the world comes crashing down upon them.Scream out loudor whisper in the Dark.Makes no difference.Hell has risen,and you're the next victim.
Stop Tryingstop trying to crossthe bridgethat you wereoh so quick to burnyour time on my islandran outwhen you did
GoodbyeYou're so faraway.You never breathe or say a thing.You're a monster.Torn to shreds without a word.I'm a ghost.Lost when you needed me the most.I don't care.You've let me down.You're the cruel one.Goodbye to you and all you've done.