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DumbMy tongue does not rest in my mouth.
My eyes seem to rest on the ground.
My fingers clench my swollen wrist.
My life is a form of hellish bliss.

Music is bleeding in my deafened ears.
Your words seem to voice all of my fears.
I hold on tight despite the pain,
To a life unworthy of the friends I have gained.

I hate the tongue that rests on paper.
I hate my eyes with the sight that has tapered.
I hide the wrists were one scare is hold,
I live in bliss for the death that is foretold.

I will rhyme my days away,
For no one likes poetry anyway.
You can't read my secrets with a byes mind,
You might as well be a blind.

StopI don't know if I'm strong in body or soul.
I don't know if the pain I feel is just a grain of salt to hold.
I don't know who I am, or what I can be.
I don't know if you will hear the words that can not be let free.

I can see the pain in your eyes,
Why can't you see mine?
Is it selfish to wonder,
If happiness can really be mine?

Am I greedy, envious, and proud beyond what is seen from me?
Am I a selfish little bugger who is just a sin to see?
Should I cave my flesh and soul to the way I wish?
Can I do so without destroying my friend's bliss?

Is this a tune you've heard before?
Will you listen anymore?
How long will it be till yo

Love CorruptMind reeling and chest empty, I entertain my self with thoughts.
Thoughts of greed and pity, beguiling everyone with plots.
I think of death and pain, building myself a grave.
I run from the love for fear, I could become worse then my peers.
For who knows what love can do, is it love that corrupts you?

Starless NightI miss the stars and seeing them for who they are,
I miss the moon, who was so white sometimes she was blue.
I miss the dreams of sailing on void black seas.
But all I have now is a blood red moon,
and stars that barley show and are so very dull.

PainDesire does burn inside my chest,
Sink that knife into my vest.
Hold it tight and don't let go,
Blood will spew and burn the rose.

Arctic ice runs through my veins,
The sun will rise and thaw my pains.
This knife will be my blessed sun,
And from it's love my pain will run.

The ParasiteCreeping in the dark, clawing at my heart.
A parasite in my soul, digging like a mole.
Suffocating thoughts, vision filled with dots.
Burred alive, burning inside.
Longing for death, longing for life,
It's finely time, it's you who decide.

Nut CaseWho I am I truly hate,
I'm not happy or brave, just someone fake.
Can't you see how false my smile is,
Or how my wrists ache with cuts in it?

Are you blind to the most basic truth,
Or do you care for only you?
I could go on, but you've heard this before,
So tell me why you do nothing anymore?

Am I a lost case, or just a nut case?
Are you concerned, or is your heart burned?
Could you help me, would you try,
Or am I just another left to die?

Cliff FaceBroken fingers grasp the now blood red glass,
Held by the hand either numb or dead.

Desperation keeps the creature alive,
As the Holder climbs the jagged, sharpened rocks.

Wind grabs the Holders cloth, pulling him off the wall,
The sea weighs him down with each burst from below.

Ice freezes whatever feeling the Holder has left,
As a trail of red follow the Holder wherever he may tread.

Yet still he climbs, ever on and up,
Not even knowing if he has any hands or feet left.

As he reaches the top of Hell,
His freedom now awaits his call.

However, as he sees his domain so great,
He turns and jumps to escape his fate.

Broken bones and shatt

Leap of FaithToday was the day I died, though I shall not tell you why.
For now I shall speak of the heavenly stairs,
And the trip you too shall have to fair.

The stairs we must ascend are marble,
Incased in black and white tiles with no taste.
Golden leaf trim surrounds it from the top to bottom step,
And within carpet does interlace.

At first I thought it amusing, despite the burden I bare,
And took the first step with no caution, not knowing what was there.

Ten pounds where added to my arms, my legs nearly went out;
But the second step I was prepared, and with the third there was no doubt.

The fourth and fifth where tall, so I stepped my way with c

:(Why did you swallow
Within a second hours' work?
I hate you, laptop!

Lost, or Have we Won?Disfigured faces of my peers,
Their blood will rain like angel's tears.
With a heart heavy as bricks of lead,
I led them to their eternal beds.

This is war we have at hand,
But our blood will never leave the sand,
For the war we fight shall not be won,
By any side, or any gun.

Still we fight, but not for pride,
We die in battle, or we die alive.
Hold up your head as it's cut off,
Or what you bleed will be lost in mud.

Who am I?Who am I?
Am I the smile on my face,
The one who fakes my grace?

Who am I?
Am I the pain I try to hide,
Or is this pain who I am inside?

Who am I?
The silent one with no hope,
Or the hopeful one with no silence?

Who am I?
Just a body of flesh and blood,
Or is there a soul living in this mud?

Who am I?
Can I be who I want,
And be there for my friends?

I think not.

Who am I?
I'm who you want me to be,
At least, for now.

SpeakYou do not need to speak, though I favor your words.

I have given what I've brought, and hidden what I've sought.

Here lies my broken mind, shattered by misfortune.

Perhaps misfortune isn't what it is, but rather what I've gained over a life too long lived.

These words will never fill the emptiness of guilt.

Nor will they hold sanctuary over what I wish.

The help I wish will forever be silent.

For ears can not listen to the emotion I've long hidden.

As you hold your tongue you hold my heart.

And now it's time for it to be torn apart.

Hell and BackI have been to Hell and back,
And fought each demon twice.
I have drowned in seas of blood,
And fell from deadly heights.
I have slept through tortured moans,
And burned in toxic fires.
I have even be decapitated,
Though you may call me a liar.
I have been to Hell and back,
And fought each demon twice.
But even though I have left,
Hell never left my sight.

Bloody HandsBloody Hands

Blood pools in my hands, and weeps through my fingers.
I can’t believe this pain I feel, it’s just not right.
How do you expect me to believe that you’re...
gone?

They say you left me as I held your hands.
Why are my hands so cold when I’m holding yours?
Perhaps it’s this sticky red stuff that is rusting on our skin.
Did it come from that blade your holding?

It’s been two days since they said you left,
and you rode away on that screaming truck.
I still don’t believe them you know.
I won't just let you go.

We had a funeral today, you’re father spoke at it.
It was very beautiful,

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GreedLook at these hands,
Stung with rightful scars.
I'm so very cold,
I think it's in my heart.

How can it be,
Someone loves me?
I just want to leave,
Perhaps they really hate me?

Punish me please,
Make me bleed.
My own attempts don't work,
I don't want my mother to see.

I hate me so much,
Just hate me please.
Starve me of food,
Hit me for my greed.

Tare me to pieces,
Kill my hopes and dreams.
Make me feel true pain,
Let me bleed out the greed.

I take to much, what can I give?

I need true pain, what worse than to live?

EmbarrassedIt was nothing really,
Just a slip of the tongue.
They probably wont remember,
Why does it plague me?

When I heard it come out,
My head became hot.
I tried covering it up,
I can't tell if it's gone.

Even now when I think of it,
I want to tear off my flesh.
I want to break my bones,
And lay my soul to rest.

We are all imperfect,
So I shouldn't make a big deal out of it.
But it shows my weakness too well,
I hate English.

Worse yet, my mistake will live on,
If only in background noise.
You see, it can't be erased,
Nothing can on the internet.

BrokenDo you remember before you died?
Or have you yet to reach there.
I know I do, but not to much,
I know I wished for someone there to touch.

I would cry in the night,
I ran from the light.
I only wanted help,
But told them that I was gone, and would only rebel.

It wasn't too late back then,
Perhaps it is now.
I should have said something,
I don't like my original plan.

I'm torn and broken now,
Waiting for someone who can help me be fixed.
But I won't keep still,
I won't anticipate the day.

Until I am fixed, I shall listen to you.
Even if I'm mended, I will show through the glue.
I don't want to be hidden, and to you I shall sh

EmptyI would like to feel sorry,
To miss my hopes and dreams,
But I know the cold hard truth,
It was to much to lose.

I lost so much to quickly,
It's left me undone.
So much for all the wishes,
Of emotion I now have none.

Don't feel sorry for me,
It wont help anyone.
For I have no pain,
Only a mind barely sane.

Lost in reality, I wish I felt sad.
At least when I'm sad,
I can be more than what I am.

To worry, to cry, to plead, to lie.
To be more than just a shell,
To want to be held.

But I'm empty, so what does it matter,
It's not like it'll do anything to me.

Writing on the WallsDeserts of white reach the air,
So stable and high, they are so bare.
Let's fill them shall we?
Let them hold our story.

Bring me the marker,
We have something to say.
Let them hold my mark,
Let the thoughts see the day.

Fantasies of death, decay, and dreams.
People say they are horrid things.
We know better don't you think,
Let's show them the light of everything bleak.

Such stories we have to tell,
Pages can not have them held.
Terror and pain are just a game,
Life is just something to tame.

Call us crazy, but see our words?
That must be what you think you've heard.
Hear us again, words so light,
They fill these walls wit

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Hopeless

by ~Dragon-Demygod, Jan 2, 2013, 8:43:12 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Songs & Lyrics

I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm hopeless, are you glad!?!
I'm pitiful, and weak, I'm a selfish, spoiled freak.
Change yourself they say, if you don't like what you see,
It all starts with a thought, but not even that I can be.

When you tell me to work, why do I cry?
It's not because I'm lazy, it's because I hate me inside.
Gather the whips, gather the fire, string me to a pole, and hit me till I expire.

I am filled with self hate, and yet they can't see,
how close this razorblade is, and how my wrist will soon bleed.
How easy it would be, to let it all go astray, to finish my work, and work me away.

Kill me now, I beg you please,
kill me before I turn into that monster begging on it's knees.

…

Oh, is that a mirror?

Hopelessby ~Dragon-Demygod

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Songs & Lyrics

©2013 ~Dragon-Demygod

Just some depressing thoughts.

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~George551 Jan 11, 2013

Very well written..you should be proud of this, final line is definately something I will remember.

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~Dragon-Demygod Jan 11, 2013

Thank you very much, I really enjoyed writing it.

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~George551 Jan 11, 2013

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~TheAmericanRealist Jan 3, 2013 Student Writer

Amazingly written poem, as always Violet. I do have to say that that this one touched the heart strings... We do love you, you know. *Glomps*

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~Dragon-Demygod Jan 3, 2013

I know.

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~TheAmericanRealist Jan 3, 2013 Student Writer

Hehe like it or not, you are stuck with us! (Me especially)^^

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~Dragon-Demygod Jan 4, 2013

Indeed, so I might as well like it.

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~TheAmericanRealist Jan 4, 2013 Student Writer

Exactly!

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Mood: Sympathy

~queenlilly18 Jan 3, 2013 Hobbyist

We all love you. Everyone from our lunch table. <3 <3

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~Dragon-Demygod Jan 3, 2013

I know. Here is just a tip, all of my poetry will be depressing, but I will never commit suicide, so you need not worry.

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