Submissions by LadyNamless
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Decieved
Looming misery, my tormented mind,
lost little child, a blade to find,
to break the skin, centimeters to inches, to bleed is to feel,
numb to the pain, nothing more real.
Scrape the skin make art and masterpeice,
find pleasure in mutilation, melancholy with momentary release,
choking on tears, when forced and bound,
Iscream it out, but it is unheard sound.
wounds to fester, then scars to hide,
self harm lies there, not suiside,
behind my braclets, or hidden by sleeves,
pretending with smiles, you'd never know you'd been decieved.
lost little child, a blade to find,
to break the skin, centimeters to inches, to bleed is to feel,
numb to the pain, nothing more real.
Scrape the skin make art and masterpeice,
find pleasure in mutilation, melancholy with momentary release,
choking on tears, when forced and bound,
Iscream it out, but it is unheard sound.
wounds to fester, then scars to hide,
self harm lies there, not suiside,
behind my braclets, or hidden by sleeves,
pretending with smiles, you'd never know you'd been decieved.
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Patterns of desperate woe
Fall into patterns of desperate woe,
time enough to see the shadow,
vanished, gone past, memories become meshed,
trapped there inside a wall of flesh.
The flesh is paper, covering brick,
brick wall is rib cage, where heart still ticks,
where gathered beats, from drums unleashed,
where in music, she finds her sweet release.
Drenched with aroma, lips are petals bloom,
finding solice sweet, within her empty room,
in her shadow, not always at night,
for shadows are made when blocking light.
Flawless myth, a tranquil mind,
words...
time enough to see the shadow,
vanished, gone past, memories become meshed,
trapped there inside a wall of flesh.
The flesh is paper, covering brick,
brick wall is rib cage, where heart still ticks,
where gathered beats, from drums unleashed,
where in music, she finds her sweet release.
Drenched with aroma, lips are petals bloom,
finding solice sweet, within her empty room,
in her shadow, not always at night,
for shadows are made when blocking light.
Flawless myth, a tranquil mind,
words...
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