Perhaps one's only chance for changing those things about themselves that they find appalling is to strive for an inquirous, impartial mind, if only for the briefest of times. If one can learn to truly face whatever aspects of someone else's personality (or character, manner, whatever it may be) that they find most grating... Then one can truly confront that which falls short in themselves; for we find most dreadful, and more readily, those shortcomings that lie close to our hearts. And we find these most quickly in whatsoever we judge most readily. What else could this be but you, and not me? What else should I see in you, and not me, but everything I am too blind to see (unsee)? What a ajfjdj to stand gkxksgnsh... This blind man can't ty-ajfjdnf.
In a world without you I will always be looking. You are my beacon in the dark. You are my fire in the cold, my shelter in the storm. Sent from the bottom of my butthole.
I'm feeling so.. Tired. Mentally. I need a drink and a warm bed with some scented candles. I miss the way I felt a month ago. I want to be treated with importance, my chest feels heavy with the weight of all this stress on my heart. I want to yell and fight and fog up my memories. I want to want you to forget your past and move forward with me. We need to talk but we aren't talking. I need to leave but I need you to need me to stay. Can we make this all okay or has our foundation crumbled already? Maybe you're just waiting for the ceiling to cave in. Maybe it will crush me and my lungs won't find a way to breathe. I want to feel the tingle that the booze brings to the skin on my arms. I want these cigarettes to give me cancer so I have a motivation to live. God, can you grant me a break from this disease? Can you rip my heart from the cage of my ribs, please? Sent from somewhere in Canada.
Without a doubt, We are here for living, We are here for dieing, I hear the reaper coming, The sound of the angels crying, and the demons laughing, to take us away, back to a place where our bodies will lay but our souls will dance in the fires of forever. To take us away, I hear the reaper coming, The sound of the demons crying, and the angels laughing. Our sorrow brings us life, for without pain, there would be no knife. Sent from somewhere in Canada.
once in a lifetime song collage (bleak) ________________________________________________________ on melancholy hill climbing mountains and molehills for a chance of the electric feel. of monsters and men i swim in the sea of sorrow like bulls on parade in for the kill. in my dreams i become snowblind through the fire and flames raining blood killing in the name. but this being a diary of a madman the motion wont allow it so i picked up the needles. they said poison was the cure i called it the platter of poison. i started as a man on the moon the recluse sitting waiting wishing all along the watchtower to be a free bird. they said don't fear the reaper i called it bravery everything went in one ear and out the other this way tears don't fall. as i moved on the point of no return was clear i was caught in a hustle on melancholy hill. _________________________________________________ gorillaz- on melancholy hill flux pavilion-mountains and molehills mgmt-electric feel little talks-of monsters and men alice in chains-sea of sorrow rage against the machine-bulls on parade rage against the machine- killing in the name skrillex-in for the kill kid cudi-in my dreams kid cudi-man on the moon black sabbath-snowblind dragonforce-through the fire and flames slayer-raining blood ozzy osbourne-diary of a madman drake- the motion blue foundation-needles blue foundation-as i moved on megadeth-poison was the cure pedro garcia-platter of poison(poem) plan b-the recluse jack johnson-sitting waiting wishing jimi hendrix- all along the watchtower lynrd skynrd-free bird blue oyster cult- dont fear the reaper cage the elephant- in one ear bullet for my valentine-tears dont fall immortal technique-point of no return immortal technique-caught in a hustle
I always knew I love my babe, I love her to death. She is my everything and she forever will be till my last dying breath. She'll squeeze away my sorrows and make me forget about my pain. She shows me where the sun is when I'm hiding from the rain. Every person that has known her sees this light within her soul I know that in this whole great world, she has a special role. She's my blessing in disguise from a blessing from the sky's (thank u god) She has no idea how much happiness to me she truly brings Every time my babe smile an angel gets his wings. I luv u Mary Jane 🌰🌴🌲🌳
I'm not all that fabulous when it comes to writing. .. I only just started less than a year ago after a heated argument with my ex husband. I'm sure it's clear which was about him lol I only write when suddenly inspired and it's all fact and my personal experiences.
Poem for beginners I've never written poetry But if I do I'll do it dope-ally Barn crew Fuck you My thoughts are mine Hey they even rhyme And you will never open me But if you do Please look upon it hopefully Yarn stew Move through This plot does fine It even kinda rhymes
It's basically a poem at the end of this song. You can listen to it, the way it is read makes it seem more powerful, but I think it's a great poem. Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it Speak ease even conversations is nuclear They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin What you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations Attempted depletion of a righteous nation We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin' My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide They can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope My history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground
In this world, I'm looked at as a dark cloud. When I hoover over your picnic people get scared. They scream oh no. But I cannot hear. At the end of the day it's based off fear. Fear of the unknown, or what we're programed to think?
Been forever since i wrote something. these months are just becoming a wreck lately, been becoming depressed again, ignored by my family again, i just lay in my room, and its hilarious because lately life feels like one mirror. I stare at the door and all i see is myself and what stayed behind me. Sometimes i cry and my folks walk by and ignore me. They yell and mock me. They shake their heads and laugh at how i havent succeeded and how theyre in more pain. Lately had a suicide attempt a year ago. And few days back again, they found out, they just dont care anymore. So this poem relates to whats going on i guess. One way mirror Boy lost in his room, boy looking so gloom Years in an afternoon, tears flowing far too soon. He screams and bellows from his closed room, yet with nothing to hold him, his end may be soon. Loved ones were fake, humiliated him he became afraid, to live but not to die, he cursed at the god who put Breath in his life Yelling fuck, why did you give me this life He fell and he shook, 10 pills he took Alcohol drowning him but demons can swim. A glimmer to his eye, sharp thorns to his wrist He cuts and he twists what sort of disposition is this. They walked by and ignored him, His heart cried But they never cared for him Abused and torn, everythings worn Years of being hit and abused The devils laughing amused I smile at him Wondered if id he in hell. Fuck yea we said but i stood away. Can never trust a man with a tail Let alone horns and long nails But his family just laughed, And he shut the door to his face. He sits in his room, drinks pills Cuts loose. Laughes loud Seems proud To be dead in a way. He sewed his mouth shut Its best not to say What my heart speaks For theyll hate me that way He said But they hated him more Scolded him and hit him he showed his wrists screaming Do you even care what this is?! Tears down his face and blood on his arms Yet no. They did not care. And he shut the door to his face. They tried but just stood there Im sure they were afraid But in his eyes all he saw were Rants and words about him being a failure. He stood at his door, and noticed a loop. Hes always behind, but never ahead. Youre just a mirror he says, Theres nothing ahead. A mirror he says As he shut the door to his face.
Just wrote this tonight. I had a couple of those lines in my head for a while and finally got around to writing them down. I haven't written a poem in 3.5 years before this I tried a new style, and enjoyed writing it. Not used to rhyming every other line. A drop in the water As a ripple spreads ‘less the temperature gets hotter Will they know when I'm dead? Don't know what to do, don't know who to show My thoughts run in circles; I should lie on my bed I should watch my breath, where does it go? In and out, as I clear my head A glimpse of light, a glimpse of hope Don't know who to see, don't know where to go When all is lost, at the end of my rope An escape, a route out of all things is shown I look up with glee, as hope shines on me A glimpse of light, a glimpse of love A better feeling than adrift on the sea As the all-knowing light shines down from above A glimpse of light, a glimpse of truth That wounds can mend and things can change Strips me of fear like the days of my youth Though my heart feels good, my brain feels strange For I was not taught to live in this way Where truth comes from plants and fear does as well You wouldn't listen even if I were to say The key to life: don't be locked in a cell
She's the one The one I think about night and day And on my death bed I'll proclaim "She's the one who got away" Warm as a summer breeze But they're never meant to last Turning to crisp fall Then to bitter winter A tide turning too fast Longingly do my eyes point Their way toward the south And breathless sweet nothings Escape my drying mouth They can't possibly reach her Meeting deaf ears even if they could I was nothing but the grains of sand That run through her fingers She leaves piles of dissolved lovers Devastated in her wake And I willingly stepped in line To let her do to me what she would Because looking at her my mind Just liquified I guess Or turned to stone Medusa concealed her serpentine headdress I'll never know a boquet of feelings As paralyzing as it But when the seasons fade Who's to say it's not for the best There could be just as much beauty In all the rest Sent from my SCH-I535 using Grasscity Forum mobile app
You slip from the bed Into the pre-dawn light I pretend I'm still asleep And that this feels alright.
FAMILY? 02/25/15 What is “family†when shit hits the fan? The ones who have blood ties? Nah, those are the first that right quick turn their backs. I see the looks you're giving of disgust and pure disdain, Truth is, that you should be the one looking into a mirror and see that the person looking back at you, Is scandalous and shady, not “familyâ€, but a pussy fucken fake! So take all those dumbass, idiotic looks you have, And shove them right up next to, That stick you already have stuck up your ass! Cause, I know who I am, I gives a fuck what you think, You see, I'm the one who is down, Trust and believe, You will never see me, flip and turn bitch on my Fam, Always loyal, keep my word, standing tall, head held high. I stay solid where I stand, Ain't no slippin, Feet stay firmly on the ground, Sad to say that most the fam, are pussy cowards, Who'd a thought, I'd be the one, who'd be the real, true, Ride or Die! -Erica M. Guzman
Writing out of the Abyss Strolling through life like I'm immortal. Wasting each day like I have an infinite amount. Always putting it off, like I'll have the rest eternity to do it. I've falling into an abyss of monotony so deep, and so big in diameter, that if I don't look close enough, I just confuse it as a static, infinite plane. I get so caught up in this repetitive procrastination that I forget to live my life before my time runs out. I'm sitting here waiting for something that has already happened. I'm so filled with doubt and self pity that I refuse to move forward. I refuse to break through. We had our time, but I can't face the fact that it's done. Gone. Never to return. She was the girl that I met way too early in my life. But she's the wall, and I have no intention or desire to climb over the top and see the rest of my life. 23 and already given up hope. How the fuck did I get here? How the fuck do I move on? Where's my fucking courage? Courage. The basis of every dream. It's the foundation of it all. It's what you slam the ladder down on. It's the solid, strong stage capable of supporting all the bullshit life throws at you. Maybe that's why it's so difficult to obtain. Without that foundation, I'm just floating along, waiting... Too terrified to move. Speaking in metaphors and riddles makes it seem easy. It makes it all feel like some dark fantasy video game world that I've grown so accustomed to. But it isn't. It's filled with fake smiles and forced conversations of mind numbing small talk with people I couldn't give two shits about. Asking questions that I already know the answers to just for the sake of avoiding those dreadful silences that no one anywhere seems to be comfortable with. I can't force myself into it. There must be another way. The content above helps me in more ways than I can currently comprehend. It's a way of self expression and self reflection. I've wanted many things in my life, but I have only been sure of a few. I feel it down to my bones when I write. Something about it beckons me. It's that beacon of light far off in the distance of this strange, dark and hopeless abyss. All I need is the courage to strive onward. Something I can stand on to help me push back when the darkness tries to swallow me.
It might just be the dream that i'm desperately trying to hold on to. My feet are in the clouds but my head is in the water, like this life i'm loving turned to hate and tied an anvil to my neck and pulled me under. Sent from somewhere in Canada.
Out of Mind To be their Beings, where they are Will make their eyes ours Same sight, one heart What do we make of this world?
Moving On All these scenarios are breaking in my world intruding when not welcome haunting my every move. Waves of anger breaking on the shore of complacency the rain washes my footsteps from the sands of time. Twisted notions cross my head throwing salt on a wound my eyes are blind with lust my body aches for trust. Menial anthems call me preaching for power freely given for momentary relief i sit on my thrown to be devoured. I swallowed the oceans with every word withheld and now i pay the price everyday betrayed by my eyes.