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Nixprty
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:03am
16th Nov 2024 3:03am
Retire (The Morning After Forever)
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
The ground will be waiting for my arrival,
The bathroom sink calls,
Blood flows smoothly down the drain.
Past my eyes is a reservoir full of water,
It leaks out of my mouth and ears.
I hate the way the water tastes,
I hate the way I can feel my tongue on my own lips.
When I slice the surface of my vessel,
My soul spills out onto the floor,
It flows smoothly down the drain.
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
I wade through the world like a husk,...
The ground will be waiting for my arrival,
The bathroom sink calls,
Blood flows smoothly down the drain.
Past my eyes is a reservoir full of water,
It leaks out of my mouth and ears.
I hate the way the water tastes,
I hate the way I can feel my tongue on my own lips.
When I slice the surface of my vessel,
My soul spills out onto the floor,
It flows smoothly down the drain.
The morning will be waiting by the door when I get home.
I wade through the world like a husk,...
#dark
#despair
#SelfHarm
#shame
#suicide
139 reads
3 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
550 reads
21 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
550 reads
21 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
550 reads
21 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
550 reads
21 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
19th Sep 2023 1:53am
The Flowers
I've known 1,000 crooks
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
read 10,000 books
still like my whiskey with sour
took 500 aims
at my 5,000,000 blames
as I sit all alone at the fire
my hands are now cold
but my heart is still bold
waiting on some newfound desire
if I don't think quick
i just might miss
my opportunity to fuck up the flowers
it's been 700 months
i met 31 monks
not one of them had a thing to say
i poured 20,000 baths
to clean...
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
550 reads
21 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
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