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    𝗔𝗴𝗲 𝟲
    have no care so i act how they want
    be what they say and there enemys i haunt
    be there fear so what theres pain
    they and the ones who disserve the rain
    yes i have my demons this is my battle
    like a diamond back i kill but don't bother to rattle

    let the see the evil that you can do
    let the all find out that in the end they have no clue
    sit still there just and cause them pain
    in the end you stand to gain
    convince yourself you don't care
    help your friends cause the a scare

    hurt yourself the very next day
    feel the pain lurking within what to say
    i feel the ruin of a sould that resides
    to feel the heat of love what a suprese
    find that someone cares and cares
    brings me directly into tears

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    𝟭𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫


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    𝗔𝗴𝗲 𝟭𝟲
    walk up the the gait that stands so tall
    the surrounding a 10 foot brick wall
    walk around and find a tree to climb
    git to the top and jump back down just in time
    the camera moves it time to go the backs unlocked
    keep going and notice a guy so very slowly he is stalked

    take him slowly by the head for now
    shove him to the ground he won't allow
    pull my knife dipped in carisoprodol only to walk away
    suddenly he tries to chase but falls over no chance to pray
    creep into the attic and find a child coverd in scars
    ask her to come with me her seeing stars

    she now follows me slowly but surely limping
    clearly her parents were abusave and dringing
    the mother hears a noice and sees the attic door open
    suddenly she yells "child when I'm thought you'll be broken"
    we get to the gate she slips trough the bars and hides in a bush
    as the mother walks by she spots me and i respond with a push

    we fight for the gun suddenly a cop arrives
    suddenly our hands are up and we fear for our lives
    they put hand cuffs on my wrists and walk me out
    suddenly i remember the child and respond with a shout
    "God help me leave god let me stay" the cop let go stunned
    we run to my house almost three block away and take out fund

    for ever on the run to protect children in pain
    maybe if i was better my life wouldn't be so plain
    if i can save her from the pain i feel every time i close my eyes
    maybe if i can save her from constantly running and working with spies
    if i can save her from the life i'v lead
    the it won't be in vail all the times i'v blead


    By: DepressedPoet

  • #2
    You write heavy topics, which are sometimes difficult for me to engage. But I really like the way you both structured (10-year time break) and formatted this (the typed symbols and dots remind me of paper that's been scored for easing tearing).

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    • #3
      lol

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      • #4
        This is nightmare fuel - and I mean that as a compliment not a criticism. Your images and ideas are sticky. The one I'll probably be taking from this work is the "help me leave, let me stay" feeling I've never expressed in those words but realize now I've felt many times in the midst of a crisis.

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        • DepressingPoem
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          I'm in the middle of a crisis so at least i know where the words came from
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