AmonDagon666
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28pm
Yesterday 5:28pm
Oblivion
I'm already dead,
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.
It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
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HadesRising
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 8:16pm
24th Dec 2024 8:16pm
ASHES FALLING LIKE SNOWFLAKES
And once
Upon a merry Christmas
A tree adorned at midnight
With lights
Twinkling upon the tinsel
And gifts wrapped in bows beneath
beneath
b e n e a t h
b e n e a t h
Those memories fading from yesteryear
Voices of the departed that I hear
Are you dead or am I a Christmas ghost
Ashes falling like snowflakes with spirits I toast
Each Eve
One ornament is entombed
In a mistletoe graveyard
Decay
The memories in whiskey
Soaked nightmares gifted to me
to me ...
Upon a merry Christmas
A tree adorned at midnight
With lights
Twinkling upon the tinsel
And gifts wrapped in bows beneath
beneath
b e n e a t h
b e n e a t h
Those memories fading from yesteryear
Voices of the departed that I hear
Are you dead or am I a Christmas ghost
Ashes falling like snowflakes with spirits I toast
Each Eve
One ornament is entombed
In a mistletoe graveyard
Decay
The memories in whiskey
Soaked nightmares gifted to me
to me ...
#Christmas
#depression
#ghosts
45 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 5:20pm
21st Dec 2024 5:20pm
The Illusion of Medication
This sanctuary is an illusion of internal peace.
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
55 reads
1 Comment
thoughtsdie
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 7:20am
21st Dec 2024 7:20am
What is left
Sometimes I don't know
What keeps me here
What tortures me enough to stay
I can't tell what I am anymore
A roll of flesh
Wanting nothing more than decay
To be consumed by earths hunger
or
A demon devouring itself away?
What keeps me here
What tortures me enough to stay
I can't tell what I am anymore
A roll of flesh
Wanting nothing more than decay
To be consumed by earths hunger
or
A demon devouring itself away?
#dark
#death
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
61 reads
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Miss_Haides
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 4:51am
20th Dec 2024 4:51am
Eight Hours At A Time
I didn't get the chance to dream, to imagine.
To live.
To understand life,
and now at the halfway point
I think before I find out anything.
I will just slowly die.
I can escape living eight hours at a time.
I can escape responsibility eight hours at a time
I can escape anything eight hours at a time
I can run run run.
Until I slowly die
This seems right.
To be numb.
To stop before significance.
Before recognition.
Hiding waiting
The end will come.
Yes, It will come.
Incrementally. ...
To live.
To understand life,
and now at the halfway point
I think before I find out anything.
I will just slowly die.
I can escape living eight hours at a time.
I can escape responsibility eight hours at a time
I can escape anything eight hours at a time
I can run run run.
Until I slowly die
This seems right.
To be numb.
To stop before significance.
Before recognition.
Hiding waiting
The end will come.
Yes, It will come.
Incrementally. ...
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#loneliness
#regret
57 reads
3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
18th Dec 2024 5:53pm
Agoraphobia
abused
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
girl
ominous
rape
aggression
putdowns
hurt
overwrought
beatings
i just can't deal with this
anxiety
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression #PTSD
#depression #PTSD
56 reads
2 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
16th Dec 2024 2:36pm
Again we pick scabs
pooled wax sits the faint last few flickers of the candle
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow
however do you like coffee
steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?
a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day
the station briefly frozen in time
prompt though the next train
only the passengers know their true destination
years pass by
or was it the changing of winter to spring
back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers
laying dormant await the...
#depression
#healing
#PTSD
42 reads
2 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 5:31pm
12th Dec 2024 5:31pm
Dead
My body slowly becomes intertwined with the soil,
Feeding the worms , giving back to the earth.
I have never felt so free.
- Forgotten writer
Feeding the worms , giving back to the earth.
I have never felt so free.
- Forgotten writer
#dark
#death
#depression
#suffering
#suicide
102 reads
1 Comment
u53l355
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:30pm
12th Dec 2024 3:30pm
Delusional
I know in the deepest trench of my brain
This isn't real.
I know I shouldn't let this delusion run my mind
We are just
In seperate states
States of emotion
States of vaunerability
States of mental back and fourth
You clasp my heart
I hold yours
Keeping it in a lock box bubblewrapped double strapped
Soft to the touch
But hits me in the chest like freight train at full speed .
I don't want to live in reality
Diluted to delusions
This is where I want to stay .
This isn't real.
I know I shouldn't let this delusion run my mind
We are just
In seperate states
States of emotion
States of vaunerability
States of mental back and fourth
You clasp my heart
I hold yours
Keeping it in a lock box bubblewrapped double strapped
Soft to the touch
But hits me in the chest like freight train at full speed .
I don't want to live in reality
Diluted to delusions
This is where I want to stay .
#abuse
#depression
#LongDistanceRelationship #love
#LongDistanceRelationship #love
86 reads
2 Comments
Feral
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:15pm
10th Dec 2024 8:15pm
xviii: evocation
It is not prophecy -
this thing, scarlet and viscus
slithering in the sand at my feet.
It spewed wetly from my gaping grin -
a sad monument to the years.
In the conceit of the rising sun,
my teeth became redundant.
(I alone am at fault)
... Can a pyre built for a self burn rage enough
burn wild enough
burn spite enough
To slough off the flesh, the meat,
the contempt, the weeds?
Leaving my bones free to cast an offering to the stars
mirrored and diffused softly into the waves -
the breaking crest...
this thing, scarlet and viscus
slithering in the sand at my feet.
It spewed wetly from my gaping grin -
a sad monument to the years.
In the conceit of the rising sun,
my teeth became redundant.
(I alone am at fault)
... Can a pyre built for a self burn rage enough
burn wild enough
burn spite enough
To slough off the flesh, the meat,
the contempt, the weeds?
Leaving my bones free to cast an offering to the stars
mirrored and diffused softly into the waves -
the breaking crest...
#depression
56 reads
2 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
Undercurrent.
It feels like I’m swimming for my life,
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #water
#LifeStruggles #water
134 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 9:24am
10th Dec 2024 9:24am
It's All I Knew
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#sex
77 reads
3 Comments
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