Submissions by themaskedmaiden (bizarrenomad)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
It's not you, it's me.
Theres a saying that goes "we were a perfect match, perhaps that's why we burnt out" and it couldn't hold anymore truth.
I'm sorry we're dying, I'm sorry I don't know what to do
No doubt in my mind that I'm a better me because of you
I'd still kill for you, I'd still give an arm for you....oh what would I do without you
But I don't love myself...maybe that's where I need to start. I'm forgetting how to love, need to exercise the heart
Muscle memory is failing me here, my heart only beating with hate poisoned blood...what ever happened to the...
I'm sorry we're dying, I'm sorry I don't know what to do
No doubt in my mind that I'm a better me because of you
I'd still kill for you, I'd still give an arm for you....oh what would I do without you
But I don't love myself...maybe that's where I need to start. I'm forgetting how to love, need to exercise the heart
Muscle memory is failing me here, my heart only beating with hate poisoned blood...what ever happened to the...
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The Dark Passenger
The Dark Passenger / Aniexty and Depression, a symbolic possession.
Sometimes the body and the brain work against each other
Sometimes the brain is causes the body pain
Sometimes your thoughts take over and you brain becomes the puppet master
The body is merely a meat suit, head fills with evil laughter
A walking talking zombie, sleep is the only silence you can find
Rest your mind, close your eyes, the dark passenger is off for the night
The mind and body can work together, and in those moments the body feels light as a feather.
Once you...
Sometimes the body and the brain work against each other
Sometimes the brain is causes the body pain
Sometimes your thoughts take over and you brain becomes the puppet master
The body is merely a meat suit, head fills with evil laughter
A walking talking zombie, sleep is the only silence you can find
Rest your mind, close your eyes, the dark passenger is off for the night
The mind and body can work together, and in those moments the body feels light as a feather.
Once you...
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Parasites
I feel like a nervous wreck most days
I hit rock bottom but I keep on running
I don't know how long I can continue doing this
I'm trying to find that middle ground between wanting to die and being able to continue to lie
I'm lying to myself because I know what's inside me
It's serious business, it's not something to be dismissed
Sometimes I suppress the anger, and sometimes it turns out fine
But then there are other emotions I have no names for, I can't explain where they came from but I know what they came for
They want my soul, they want to engulf me whole...
I hit rock bottom but I keep on running
I don't know how long I can continue doing this
I'm trying to find that middle ground between wanting to die and being able to continue to lie
I'm lying to myself because I know what's inside me
It's serious business, it's not something to be dismissed
Sometimes I suppress the anger, and sometimes it turns out fine
But then there are other emotions I have no names for, I can't explain where they came from but I know what they came for
They want my soul, they want to engulf me whole...
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It's not permanent
Staring into space, tears swelling in my eyes
Distraught over the fact we never had a real goodbye...
But it's not goodbye, it's see ya later
For the future holds things that are much greater.
Distraught over the fact we never had a real goodbye...
But it's not goodbye, it's see ya later
For the future holds things that are much greater.
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Hang in there
I love you, hang in there,
this won't be forever... my breath of fresh air.
A beautiful future sings, a clean slate and a new start,
a future where we will fix all the things that have seemed to fall apart.
this won't be forever... my breath of fresh air.
A beautiful future sings, a clean slate and a new start,
a future where we will fix all the things that have seemed to fall apart.
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Yearning to be Passionate
I yearn to be passionate but haven’t quiet been able to grasp it. I swear I can almost taste it but haven’t quiet been able to swallow it.
I can feel it’s presence lingering within arms reach but my arms seem to shrink when my courage grows.
When I sleep it wraps me like a blanket, creeping into my dreams. When I wake, it’s gone leaving no trace behind.
I yearn to be passionate at the most inappropriate moments only to allow my fire to burn with no purpose. I swear I can almost taste it but I never allow it to pass my lips.
I can feel it’s presence lingering within arms reach but my arms seem to shrink when my courage grows.
When I sleep it wraps me like a blanket, creeping into my dreams. When I wake, it’s gone leaving no trace behind.
I yearn to be passionate at the most inappropriate moments only to allow my fire to burn with no purpose. I swear I can almost taste it but I never allow it to pass my lips.
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No Rest for The Wicked
I use to write a lot, now I struggle to find the words
Is it because I’m lost or maybe because I’m hurt
Broken inside and I don’t know why,
I thought I was brand new… glued back together and ready to battle life,
But life is battling me and I’m on the losing side
Looking for an outlet, a place to run and hide
I run for shelter, a temporary solution…
I take a deep breath and it’s already time to continue moving
Is it because I’m lost or maybe because I’m hurt
Broken inside and I don’t know why,
I thought I was brand new… glued back together and ready to battle life,
But life is battling me and I’m on the losing side
Looking for an outlet, a place to run and hide
I run for shelter, a temporary solution…
I take a deep breath and it’s already time to continue moving
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Monsters in My Head
(This poem is additionally intended to serve as spoken word.)
There is a million and one ways to mend the problems I have
Pills, weed, cigarettes….”hey man let me take a drag”
But if I use these tools and abuse these tools then I’m no better than half of these fools
I get emotional when I speak the truth because I know at the end of the day I’ll be back to my old ways…
They’re habits and habits are hard to break, they’re hard to shake when you have monsters in your closet keeping you awake
They’re under my bed, they’re scratching at...
There is a million and one ways to mend the problems I have
Pills, weed, cigarettes….”hey man let me take a drag”
But if I use these tools and abuse these tools then I’m no better than half of these fools
I get emotional when I speak the truth because I know at the end of the day I’ll be back to my old ways…
They’re habits and habits are hard to break, they’re hard to shake when you have monsters in your closet keeping you awake
They’re under my bed, they’re scratching at...
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Whispers
You speak to my monsters, calling them by name
You tell them to quiet down, life isn’t the same
You tell them you love me and you’ll protect me from all harm,
you tell them their work is over and they are better off gone.
You tell them to quiet down, life isn’t the same
You tell them you love me and you’ll protect me from all harm,
you tell them their work is over and they are better off gone.
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