Not quite a poem...

This isn't a poem, but I wrote it for fanfiction as a chapter of a story that pretty much was trying to say "I am putting this story on hiatus"...anyways, it turned out pretty interesting, so I decided to post it. Here ya go...

When there is nothing left of you, what can you do but break?

Nothingness is familiar, and darkness is your friend.

The absence of hope becomes something you know all too well, so why do I still feel so alone?

Loneliness creeps into my sanctuary, with white walls staring me in the face, unafraid to confront a creature so broken.

Stretched to breaking point, until the simple weave of skin can no longer hold you together, and snap, strand by strand.

Each time I slice into my arm it takes me to the brink of deliverance, and brings me back into this hell of a world.

Yet I keep doing it, just so I can feel so close, so damn close I can’t even stand it anymore.

What is pulling me back from going over the edge?

What is stopping me from ending it?

I can’t answer that question, I doubt there is anyone who can.

So I am stopping my story, until I can trust myself enough to continue.


P.S.
Ignore the last line, thats the "on hiatus"-ing part.

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Found - I wish...

For English, we had to write "found poems", which are poems written using words or lines from other pieces of writing. This one uses "Oedipus Rex", a play by Sophocles.

This punishment
The house of death
I have sinned against both
So vilely
Strangling my own life
The rankness of my guilt
Safe in dark agony
Cancerous
Within me
Hurl me into the sea
A tight cell of misery
I am sick
You, drinking my father’s blood
Beyond all recollection
Blank to light
And sound

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Carelessness

I was very suddenly and randomly inspired, so I wrote this in like, 10 minutes, so it will probably end up being revised at least once...or twice...

Carelessness
Of the black bird
That delivered the deaths
Of me and my soul

The black bird forgets
To remember my pain
So it is still alive
Within the confines of my skin

And unrest takes over
Tormenting each day
And torturing the body
Until it is broken and gone

Restlessly turning
Under the ground
That traps me within
My prison of earth

The flowers are not daisies
That grow over me
They are dark stars
That won’t leave me at peace

Doing some reflecting...

Well, I was going through some of my older posts on this blog today, and I realized just how much I have changed in the course of about 1 and a half years. It made me feel kind of bad about how happy and not-caring I used to be, as cliche as that sounds. So here is a poem in honor of how things change too fast...

November

The delicate sheen
Of thin coats of ice
A silvery petal on each
Of the roses

The pale light
From the November sun
Dances in reflections
Skating over the ice

Even the thorns
Glisten in the light
Misleadingly beckoning
To prick your finger

The roses must be cut
Severed from their source
To save them from
A withered fate

Save them from
Slowly turning black
And dying
Inch by inch

But it is hard to watch
As the ice melts away
And drips slowly down
The frail bouquet

And I almost think
I would prefer to see
A blackened, withered
Deadly rose

Than rip away
These few moments
Of precious time
In pale November light

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10 Ways She's Gone

This isn't a poem, it's actually a drabble I wrote for fanfiction, but it turned out pretty good, so here you go...

10 Ways She's Gone

1

She doesn’t pay attention when people are talking anymore…blank stares are all it takes.

2

Teachers are starting to get irritated when they discover her staring out the window, oblivious to what is going on in class.

3

Her friends want to know what’s going on, but she hides from them, and always seems to be in another world.

4

She locks herself in the bathroom and loses herself, tearing her skin apart by running the blade slowly over it.

5

She disappears into the crowd, swathing herself in black, trying not to be seen.

6

Her hair hangs in a curtain over her face, black as night, hiding her from unwelcome stares.

7

When she sleeps, the look on her face is one of such pain that people wonder what nightmares she is having.

8

Day by day she loses friends, and day by day she loses herself.

9

She hung herself yesterday.

10

She was so far gone that it hardly made a difference.



If anyone is interested in reading my fanfiction, here is the link to my author's page...
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1135327/

Here We Go...

Well, I'm on my looong journey back from writer's block, and thank god I was actually able to write something the other day

It's supposed to be a song, although I probably will never get around to writing the music for it

O glory
Save me from this masterpiece
Of tangled misfortunes
Save me from this artist’s final work
His paint is my blood

My blood stains the carpet
Seeping out from underneath my arm
Outstretched, reaching for something
Reaching only for failure
But the beating of my heart continues

Red lipstick, kiss the mirror
Then write your final words
I wish it was you I was tearing
Not just this picture
I wish it was this picture I was tearing
Not just my heart

I’m trying not to live
What I would give to be dead
Blood red nails making tiny cuts
Into the arm I grip tightly
As if I am scared of death
But in reality I am scared of living


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writer's block!!!

Well, I have maaajor writer's block, and it's driving me insane...
However, to keep you all busy, I'll post something I wrote not toooo long ago
Here you are...

Love songs expire
To broken pieces of
Scarlet bloodstains
That never seemed to heal
That wound you left me
Is infected with darkness
It's turning my blood red
When it's supposed to be black
Spiralling into my head
Are diseased thoughts of you
You have spread your virus
To me
Your love song expired
Didn't you check the date?
You bought it too long ago
And now it's rotting
Eating away at my sanity
And now you left
To infect someone else
I hope they check
The date
On whatever package
You wrap your lies in