I see as I now look back
How I've hit the wrong track
I hit my head against the wall
I'm at the bottom of a water fall
I'm screaming and kicking
But I'm only sinking
Almost out of air
I wish you could hear
My prayers, but they go under
Drowning in the water's thunder
I have tried to change
I guess I'm just too strange
But now it is too late
The water's power too great
I have lost my hopeless fight
And drift into the deep dark night
I let the water take me downstream
Falling asleep into a long, cold dream
But when I reach shore
I will get up once more
I won't ever back down
No, I will never drown
i don't need your saving devices,
i'm fine, you see, i'm defined by
the brand of slants you call words
- a name
so you can keep me close;
a barcode to identify me.
"who are you today?"
my head is split, maybe open,
but i'm hoping that you can fix it
since this world became
where trends turn into
floods of addiction.
intoxicate me with your whirlpool's
fluids - i can drown in this
liquid riddle of hateful
medication.
my body is infected by the septic
you planted in me.
transplanted tides rush through my mind
turning timed thoughts to mush.
'why am i falling in this ocean?
Good evening to the cliff
The one that leers above
Challenging the leap
With rubbles that tumble down
With broken hearts that finally shatter
Good evening to the sky
The one that widens 'round
Surrounding with their spattered skies
With black blooded stains
With white flaring scorns of disdain
Good evening to the sea
The one that trembles below
Waving final sayings, tides of goodbyes
With swirls of treachery
With educing calls of end
Good evening to the world
The one that doesn't care if she drowns
Ignoring her sadness, her tears, her pain
With closed ears to cries
With hearts made of stone
Good evening
and Goodbye...
Swallow down
Hysteria,
But don't let
It eat you from
Inside.
Waves Rolling
Over me,
Around me,
Inside me.
Pressure building on
Both the outside
And the in.
Sound tossing me
In space
Exhaustion lapping at my head
I'm going under.
I bet its quiet….
When you're
Dead.
Written for Writing-to-Live's Weekly Prompt
The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem by Tarnisis, literature
Literature
The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem
*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*
I am the one who hides behind your smile.
I am the monster you tell children to fear.
I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.
I am the forgotten.
I am the one you will always fear.
I am the misunderstood.
Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .
I am dangerous.
I am alone.
I am eternal.
I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.
I am the thinker and doer all in one.
I am the past, present, and future.
I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .
But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.
Claim you for the reaper, and welc
Flick.
Flutter.
Melt.
Shudder.
It beats against the bars
The walls are not enough to stand
As each one rises to face the scars
Fighting spirit, willful soul
Yet not enough to make it last
Thump.
Thud.
Kick.
Dud.
It slowly ceases its rack
A peck of a shadow fading
Almost stillness until the lack
Fading outline of such a shape draws near
Until the ending of her beating heart
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*Fin.
(Written for Caged Bird Prompt from #writingtolive)
Relief
Rapid heart beat.
Butterflies fly.
Truth unfolds
And then she dies.
Transported to her personal heaven.
The weight is now lifted
And she basks in the sun.
After Hours
It was about 2:30am during a full moon by the time I had reached the Carnival grounds. I've been coming here for about a week now after closing, I guess you could say my curiosity got the better of me a few times and I decided to walk around. Most nights it feels as if the carnival has been abandoned for years, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't coming to that. Business has been slow for the carnival lately. Some say it's due to the lack of maintenance on the rides, others say it's because the food. I think it was because of the staff, for some reason they've been acting weird the past few mo
Two people, sewn together
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more