It's filled with pain
My mind is stained
Stained with every memory
Sometimes I think today will be my last day
This place causes me so much pain
I wish I didn't have to stay
Some days are worse than others
Dying for food
I'd do anything
To many things go through my head
Will I be able to keep down my next meal?
Will I live for tomorrow?
Is this terrifying place even real?
I feel so alone
Yet I'm surrounded by people
But this place could not be called a home
There's no life in these places
Or in these faces
Everyone looks dead
As so do I
Most of us haven't been fed
My eyes have been marked
With these dead bodies that lay upon the ground
Without a soul I still look at them
Soon I may be found
As one of them
Copyright © jack Taylor | Year Posted 2014
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013
Normally I am sober
Love to socialize
Never lose composure
Need no disguise
I am an IT engineer
I am a good husband
Clara my wife dear
Earns several thousand
We are a happy family
Except the deadly alter
As they say the insanity
Needs a strong halter
Whenever you humiliate me
The rebel will come up
Will bring out invariably
The beast in my soul-hub
And when the beast is out
To do something horrible
Irrational bloods shout
I am criminally terrible
But the normal I has no memory
Of the monster in me
Nor the alter is aware
Of the others who accompany
This dissociation is disastrous
Psychiatry has no remedy
Psychotherapy is advantageous
For the disturbed chemistry
The broken home of my childhood
Haunts me in my dream
Both the identities in the darkness
Are in full-throated scream
Doctors give me medicines
For anxiety and depression
Sending me in reticence
To tranquilize the elephant
I don’t know how long I will stay
With this miserable destiny
I am afraid one clouded day
I'll kill both of me
May 22, 2016
For: Split Personalities – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
Those who kill innocents are cruel,
Their bodies will always be hell’s fuel,
Islam teaches about honor and dignity,
Care and love for the whole humanity,
But black sheeps are found everywhere,
Like KKK or Taliban, “Be aware”,
They do things on their own,
Their very own people, they disown.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com
Copyright © Syed Imon Rizvi | Year Posted 2013
You were taken to soon.
Ripped away from us.
You knew it was our final goodbye.
But the truth was hidden.
With a tear in your eye,
There was one last goodnight hug.
I wiped away the tear,
Then smiled and walked away.
By the time of the morning light
It was already too late.
You were gone and to a better place.
Never knew of your acknowledged your pain.
Of your suffering
Sometimes I wonder,
"If I only cared more
Would you still be here?
If I only hurt less,
Would you still be here?"
I'd deny it if I could.
But inside we both know,
I am the reason
You went away.
Copyright © Gwendolyn Coffey | Year Posted 2013
Tell me America ,
Will you win this war ?
Will you bring cruelty to gallows ?
I see you daily here;
Left and right like pendulum,
Ups and downs like leaf-cutters,
Building army, building allies,
Pacing faster on trick’s ladder;
Still this monster is gargantuan,
Like phoenix looks its soul,
Like elixir its spirit.
Storms cruelty gathers daily
The brutish it breeds like hornets,
Their fangs like shoemakers' hammers;
Making hell of every metre
That I am affraid America;
From which hedge will you strike,
From which side will you come ;
To bring brutality to its knee?
The day mother bought a hen
And let it loose for airing a bit
No sooner it met the brutish
Than the cruel scraped its head
With their vampire’s aching-pecks.
On their feast of bear your fangs;
The green were shredded like young okra,
And the gray like potato chips;
Every foot wore sock of red ;
That an aged man sermonised :
Monster's world , young as the day is ,
Lions have made morsel of antelopes.
Who shall tame the lions ?
Who shall safe the necks of the antelopes ?
Tell me America, will you win this war ?
Will you bring cruelty to gallows ?
Will you tame the lions and cage the peckers ?
The lions are roaring everywhere and there,
The noise is becoming louder and deafening
Worldly peace in monsters' cage , tell me,
And please be eloquent; will you win this war
Or do we start decorating crowns for terrors ?
Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014
I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid
Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive
My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake
Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest
I want to die to live again
Set me free
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain,
I'm already out of breath
Suffocating on my hopelessness
Every day I am alive
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing
With these thoughts that are too much
One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes
I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground
Don't be selfish
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.
End it, hold me under
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Deleted from my mind
As I leave this world behind
Floods my lungs
Leans in for a kiss
Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss.
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013
I need a fix; euphoric mix
To chase away my thoughts
I fear my Heart is made of Bricks
While my Mind just sits and rots
Have my fits and slit my wrists-
Beat myself with fearsome fists!
Tip the scales, the balance shifts,
Then I wonder, "Does Love exist?"
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
A young boy stands, surrounded by shadows
Within the midst of a glittering blade
He says he can’t bare to see his morrows
Preparing for his final escapade
He indolently raises with a grin
This shining dagger with its deadly head
The boy is committing his dying sin
This glistening dagger is now blood red
The boy falters to the floor; He’s now dead
He quickly realizes in disarray
He’s awoken within a fiery spread
Punished for the being that he would slay
He's trying to pray for his salvation
But he’s here for his deathless damnation
Christian Scott-Myers 11/17/2015
Copyright © Christian Scott-Myers | Year Posted 2015
Foot on my head
face to the ground
I scream out for help
but no ones around
hand on my mouth
the other on my throat
I just wanted to commit suicide
I should’ve left a note
scared for my life
praying he doesn’t have a knife
once I saw his twisted smile
my mouth began to fill with bile
Nasty pedophile, he’ll be locked up for a while
I don’t want to die
I just want to end the pain
memories of that night are forever in my brain
they’re driving me insane
It’s killing me inside
swallowing me like high tide
I can’t believe how hard I cried
felt so used
part of me has died
*found this in my diary from the third time I was raped at age 12, I'm 16 now*
Copyright © Emilee Marr | Year Posted 2017
How can someone wake up with ambition
I awake without vision
Telling me how to live life
But I'm struggling how life is lived
In a crowded downtown
Best drowned in animosity
Fucking better than reality
A dying younged envy
Turn left and the moon glows
Turn right and the sun shines
Nothing is fancy for a dying soul
Nothing rhymes for a wailing howl
Jump me in a building and cover my flesh
Bury me in mountains with a thorned crown
Float me in the sea of the living
Because I may not be remembered but I will be everywhere.
Copyright © Yvette Dignos | Year Posted 2017
YOU just need to kill yourself. You have to die.
You are worthless. They would be better off without you.
ME talking to myself as if you is actually me.
Edge of reason bending.
Something foreign is talking to me.
You is not me. You is being confused with me.
I don't just need to kill myself. I don't have to die.
I am not worthless. They would be better off without you!
WE and THEY enter the conversation about me.
Who is you? What is you? Why is you me?
When did you enter me? Where are you in me?
What needs to die in me?
Thoughts of suicide do not mean I need to die.
Such thoughts signal something within me needs to die.
You have to die within me. This is me talking to you.
I will kill you to protect me.
YOU MUST DIE!
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017
I do not know?
He may never be the police calming every protest,
He may never be the soldier fighting unrest,
He may never be the child fighting his pain!!
But he can be a sect quoting a grail,
Believing in justice through murder,
Committing to terrorism through slaughter,
Believing in a god through blood-drinking
And poisoning his soul with hard drugs and piercing…
Combat, combat, combat,
The decision you take makes him pick up a mask!
Combat, combat, combat,
The only thing his deep soul hears resounding
As he runs into the masses blowing up everything with tied bomb strings!
Copyright © Zahab menorah Etopobong | Year Posted 2017
sitting in a garden, razor blade to the brain, don't know what my name is , been blinded by the ordinary, just a melted form of a fairy , that lost its power due to the acid reign from the night skies . as the acid hits the flesh I feel no pain, but everything is melting around me. Now Its just me and the razor. slice the skin it's bleeding bright red, I take it off the skin don't need it anymore. now just a skeleton that cries all the time. why razor why ?, gets heart, slices heart with razor, feel no pain . take out my brain slice some more, colorful colors gushing out on my skeleton and my razor, I wasted such a beautiful soul . wish I could be the fairy I once was , but razor said no, no , you like it, yes I do. slice the bone of my skeleton then I start to decay into the melting aspects that was around me . now the universe is empty , while the razor stayed behind.
Copyright © davontay harris | Year Posted 2017
Lately, I've heard many stories of teens
taking plunges into the pristine waters,
but some just sit chatting with their peers...
while someone is contemplating suicide with blank looks;
Billy was one of them, perhaps the wildest one...
he never listened to his parents, they worried for his son!
The chalk cliff over the Seaton Bay wilderness
is a favorite spot for kids who are disobedient and violent;
life means nothing to them, their curiousity is intense:
dying is a cool adventure, just to have their names in print!
I met billy's mother who mourned her loss hiding her rage,
" My youngest son was a darling! " and holding his picture
lots of tears fell on that tender, sweet and innocent image;
" I warned him to keep away, he thought I was insane! "
I returned the next day to write an article about
the dangers that these kids faced daily, by they still swimmed
and had forgotten that their friend had died hitting a fishing boat;
now, a sign reads, " No Swimming. " Will it be heeded?
The chalk cliff over the Seaton Bay wilderness reminds all of fright:
a grave for a teen who defied fear and ventured in perilous waters;
a candle vigil is held on the anniversary of Billy's death, candles and stars
flicker while eyes look up and hearts pray in the stillness of night!
Written on 8/29/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017