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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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Depression is a Veil
Depression is a veil, devours all with the coming tide, encompasses the face of affection, a foaming mouth shrouded in obscurity Sadness is a sanctuary, a place to call your own, to pray invisible tears, to kneel in worship of it's mesmorizing beauty Hate is a median, dwell on it every moment, try not to deviate from it's slick tendrils or fragrant attraction like that of a wilted orchid Suicide is a delusion, yearn to sleep swathed in it's affection, a crowning achievement of heroes, the peak of existence Lust is an excommunication, lacerates wounds in a necessitated ego, discovers faults in the underground pattern of veins Joy is a fleeting cloud, disapating in the stratosphere, an overzealous child wrestling for tranquility in the zephyr gales Death is a falling star, wishing with coins tossed in an elaborate fountain, water dripping in rhythm to the tune of desire Time is not stagnant, swaying boughs of a desiduous forest, unconstrained and illusory labyrinth guarded by memories Success is not perceptible, shimmering mirage of fascination, a purple lake, too superficial to wade across the opposite shore Subsistence is not purposeful, procrastinating inevitable means, casting nets of damaged hair in a sea of imperceptable beings Annihilation is not the conclusion, releasing falsehoods like helium kites, a festival of celebrated destruction at my own hand
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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selfish
Bring me your ashes, gather your tears I feast on the remnants of your worries and fears Present me your love, display your affection Detest my tendencies, ignore my deflection
Inflict with your hatred, it鈥檚 just what I need Force me to care, convince me to bleed Expose me with passion, reveal your heart Watch as I tear my own body apart
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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trust-taker
If I hung for a while, maybe you鈥檇 understand You could watch my dead eyes, hold my cold lifeless hands
If I let myself bleed just to see how it feels I could hide scars like memories, keep them concealed
I am hate concentrated Regret as a vapor Pure sorrow and loneliness Life ruiner, trust-taker
A Monster, a sociopath and a ghost Hurting more than only the ones I love most Blaspheming child, careless adult Irredeemable beggar, but it鈥檚 all my fault
Is there anything worth it? Please, let me see Do I possess a single good quality? Open my eyes before all disappears Death calls to me now, I welcome Him in tears
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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Farewell
Farewell, I hope death finds me well I hope love has no place to torment me in hell I hope soon I will find something delicate and real I hope one day I can express how I feel
But for now I await an inevitable end All these intrusive thoughts that I鈥檒l never transcend They lead me to places avoided by most They asphyxiate, strangle me, stunt my growth
I hope sleep arrives quickly, puts me under its spell Farewell, I hope death finds me well
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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To Exist
Death, Take all my misery Take me to eternity Suffocate me till I no longer breath Together we can be free
Life, Why have you forsaken me? Force me to exist; to be A deceiver, an enemy Together, I beg just to leave
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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talent
Living a dream; dreaming of nothing that matters Succeeding; achieving nothing of worth Breathing; waiting for nothing to happen Searching; finding nothing that works
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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life cycle
If love is a gift then I am luckier than most I am showered with more than anyone could hope Only I cannot accept them with open arms or a smile I push everyone away from me, never-ending denial
It hurts to exist It is painful to live My wrists show the struggle of my emptiness
Just once I want to express myself right To be honest to those who deserve so and cry To bleed my own blood not for me, not my life But someone who needs it, just once before I die
No more lies...
And when I'm gone from this life, I'll look down in surpise The world keeps on turning, not a cloud in the sky Without me it's better and less filled with hate Because now I am gone, buried deep in a grave.
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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hush
A step too far and I find my way Falling to my knees because the emptiness remains The lights are so bright, I must close my eyes I indulge once more as tears fall and she cries
Life is a burden I cannot bear The barrel of a gun, a blank-eyed stare Razor blade on the mantle, a cup full of pills I tried everything once but nothing fulfills
Scars on my arms, self-mutilation, perhaps I could get out of bed now, but rather take another nap
Scared to death of death itself and nowhere to turn I hope I find solace before it's too late to learn.
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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phantom psalms
A ghost is a being sent to remind A creature of memory, outside of space and time It returns with a vengeance, won't leave me alone Just as happiness finds me, my honesty is blown
Another year will I last? A decade or two? Every day is a curse, but somehow I get through A friend is a pawn, a lover the same Another piece of my life, just a game
I'll lose soon enough, I'll fall to the rest Inside I have lost, I've failed the test I deserve to disappear, and be forgotten at last.
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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happy anniversary
What a happy anniversary What a joyous span of time What a wonderful evening With your hand in mine
You tell me everything that you want to say You let it all out, put it all on display I can't say a word, my mind goes blank I want to shed tears, say words, give thanks
So happy anniversary, from me to you You'll never understand, they never do.
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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forgive and forget
Can I recognize feelings? Can I sense that they're there? Has all gone to numbness? In place of despair?
I can ask for forgiveness But I know it will never come I can wait until you forget But there's no ridding of what's been done
Maybe you'll forgive me when my neck is hung.
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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new aura
A void is all that's left No sanity to be found I've lost my mind in the process I can't distinguish any sounds
When there's nothing to live for And you truly are at your last You hate yourself thoroughly Solely dwell on the past
A new you starts emerging Something different, something clean Something desperate for anything Other than a dream
But dreams are what I have They beckon me with demand Let's hope my dreams never come true For if they do, you'll know exactly who I am.
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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ballad of the broken
i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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Moonlover
I am but a Dream Inhaler of hope, Evaporating Lover of the moon, Dwelling in its wake Has its celestial gaze embraced me for eternity? Will I ever reach life?
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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Apparitions
I am never alone. The souls of many accompany my apparent solitude The apparitions of unspeakable things Haunt my consciousness I am never alone.
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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Beauty
Beauty comes in many forms, some darker than others.
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quietandbrokenpoetry 6 years
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Ode
I thought these things would bring me happiness I thought these things would bring me joy Alas, my heart overflows with sorrow And decays all else; self-worth destroyed.
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