Why I am still alive by bleedingblackrose666, literature
Literature
Why I am still alive
The only reason I'm still alive and trying
People I love
Family and friends
If it weren't for you
I'd be long gone
I can't hold on without you
Days and months pass
Where I feel it would be better off without me
But I know putting you through the pain
Would be worse than dealing with the heartache
That I strive through daily
I want to end my own suffering
But putting you through that trial would be worse
I struggle daily
Waking to unknown misery
Yet pacing through all too familiar fields
Desperate despair is an old time friend of mine
And I walk hand in hand with him
Just to keep his attention averted
For if he were to lose his grip on mine
He
the beast has finally withered
become complacent and confined
the cage has shrunken in size
making it near immobile
it has finally become complacent
allowing passersby to poke and prod it
without risk of injure
fear is all but not to those who see it
all that is seen now
is a sniveling cowardice of disgust and filth
a pity to behold upon the onlookers
the beast has lost
the will to live and be wild
has all but diminished
the spark of power has fizzled from its eyes
the rage of life has become nothing but a remnant steam
the smoldering pile of self
no ember to be found
My mind is at a loss for words, yet it's running rampant with vivid imagery, walking down the trails behind my apartments, surrounded by trees, feeling free, yet contained and concealed, from the canopy above, thinking how it reminds me of my mind, always moving about, but trapped within itself, I want to break the barriers I have set, but I am also comforted by the security they bring.... not far from where I lay my head at night, yet feeling lost amidst it all, confused as to wether I should stay here and enjoy this moment for a while longer, or eternity, or withdraw back to my now known comfort of solitude and self-loathing, wishing I coul
Thoughts of Home by bleedingblackrose666, literature
Literature
Thoughts of Home
Every night it seems
I have to avert myself
From the direction I am going
Heading back to the bed we used to share
Knowing I am no longer welcome
I miss crawling in
Next to you
The thoughts are still fresh
Now feeling like an open wound
While swimming in a vat of salt
My mind still races
To what used to be
Curling up in your arms
Most nights could seem so sweet
I hate how my mind races
Running and jumping through hoops
Wishing I could have
Wishing there was just one more night
With you
The one I love
And will always love
Wanting to be back
To that special place
That is now only in my head
Where I used to be safe
What I finally called
Home
Painful Rubble by bleedingblackrose666, literature
Literature
Painful Rubble
I am once again brought to pain I have endured before
from another
hopefully soon no more
the torment that I had hid from
has come to the surface
and took an even harder toll
I disconnected
I isolated
I contemplated
and to this day still seek something
something to take away the turmoil
my old vices...
have been vacant
my old clutches...
have gone missing
I become numb
and dissociate from those around me whom I hold dear
You took more from me
than I had to give
I broke down to nothing
and am beginning to build again
still searching through the rubble
and the mess that has been strewn about
I am still cleaning the broken pieces
the shattered s
Freeing the Mind and Self by bleedingblackrose666, literature
Literature
Freeing the Mind and Self
with my thoughts I have killed myself a thousand times
and you many a number more
succumbing to the sweetest of our primal nature
rooting back to our true instinct for survival
combined with our animalistic pleasure
sly and cunning like a fox
traits that course through my veins
restricted yet pumping inside of this blackened heart
this wolf in sheeps wool that needs to be disrobed
with elegance and grace
when the appropriate time has been met
dancing under the light of the moon
glistening finally in the crimson of your regrets
howling in ecstasy of great pride and joy
basking in my greatest achievement
I know myself
despite wandering astray
a
Mindless Flashings at Night by bleedingblackrose666, literature
Literature
Mindless Flashings at Night
Licking the blade
People with horses for a head
Sharp teeth glistening at night
Filed like this
Just for a quick bite
The Mad Hatter is dancing around
And Chucky the doll is in town
Pigeons in turtlenecks
Sipping on some wine
The Green Fairy has entered my mind
A women with no face
Stands up against the wall
The clouds break open
showering us in red
Grey-tone rainbows
These are the flashes in my head
Pain
Discomfort
Tightening in my chest
Feeling caught in a vice
But in total bliss
Floating in the clouds
Within the surrounding melody
Playing in the fields with my mind
Running free and careless
Like a kid again
Playing Cowboys and Indians
With my friends
Dressing up like Peter Pan
Flying to our own Neverland
Laughing and smiling all the while
I will never grow up
For I am always a child
vacant mind
vacant eyes
this has now become my vacant life
what once flourished
has now diminished
the creativity that flowed free
has withered to almost non-existance
tending the garden used to be a joy
now it seems tedious
the things that used to make me ponder
and wonder of the unseen
has now been clouded over
by the utterly mundane
flowing free like a brook
now is just a swamp of muck
hard to keep the faintest idea afloat
sinking into the abyss of nothingness
vacant mind
vacant eyes
i no longer want this vacant life
i shall tend my garden with glee
allow it to prosper once again
let it grow wild and free
let the vines open up my sky
allow
My mind is at a loss for words, yet it's running rampant with vivid imagery, walking down the trails behind my apartments, surrounded by trees, feeling free, yet contained and concealed, from the canopy above, thinking how it reminds me of my mind, always moving about, but trapped within itself, I want to break the barriers I have set, but I am also comforted by the security they bring.... not far from where I lay my head at night, yet feeling lost amidst it all, confused as to wether I should stay here and enjoy this moment for a while longer, or eternity, or withdraw back to my now known comfort of solitude and self-loathing, wishing I coul
vacant mind
vacant eyes
this has now become my vacant life
what once flourished
has now diminished
the creativity that flowed free
has withered to almost non-existance
tending the garden used to be a joy
now it seems tedious
the things that used to make me ponder
and wonder of the unseen
has now been clouded over
by the utterly mundane
flowing free like a brook
now is just a swamp of muck
hard to keep the faintest idea afloat
sinking into the abyss of nothingness
vacant mind
vacant eyes
i no longer want this vacant life
i shall tend my garden with glee
allow it to prosper once again
let it grow wild and free
let the vines open up my sky
allow
My Defining Art by bleedingblackrose666, literature
Literature
My Defining Art
I enjoy art focused on the sinister, macabe, and surreal
some may say thats strange of me
but thats just how i feel
there is beauty in destruction
it's all around everyday
there is meaning behind the chaos
and it will always come for a while to stay
there is no rebirth
without rising from the ashes
even many religions believe this
so we must bring ourselves anew
......focus on what you will
and I shall do so myself
you can focus on that silver lining
while I focus on the living hell
it may seem depressing to some
to see the wrong and disdained
but coming forth from such
is better than the original concept
I may not look at
I se em to always want the ones that I can't have
they give a sense of false hope to me
then bolt for their desires
I'm never the one that people want
I'm the second or third choice
I know I'm not a prime cut
but I'm delectable and amazing
if treated correctly
and its not hard to treat me with care and respect
it just takes me time
for that amazing delicacy to perk up
I'm too underrated
I have a different and unknown quality
that most decide to pass me by
or discard once they find a prime choice
because I am not everyone's first go to
and none seem to stay long enough
to see the true uniqueness that I provide
maybe I'm too u
This is mainly just my site to post my writings and drawings, for others to see and enjoy.......as well as for me to stalk many other's works as well .-.
sometimes space is needed...but that space can turn a friend into an acquaintance and fizzle away altogether...sad thing is...you'll never see this, you won't know i miss you more than anything, and I can't change that. you made me feel the world was mine for the taking, that i could do anything i set my mind to. im still madly in love with you, even after being apart so long. not hearing your voice, or how your day has been, tears me apart inside, but at the same time, hearing how things are going with you and your lover is a bittersweet bliss. no one treated me better, even though you may have had some harsh points, those were builders for
why am I so paranoid
why do I always think i did something wrong
something to piss someone off
or make them feel uncomfortable
why do I feel like I am always in the wrong
always in the way
a nuisance or a bother to people
especially the ones I care about
1.[x]Smoked weed and or cigarettes. (avid cigarette smoker and dont plan on quiting)
2.[x]Drank alcohol
3.[x]Cried when someone died.
4.[x]Been drunk.
5.[x]Had sex.
6.[x]Been to a concert.
7.[x]Given/received a handjob.
8.[x]Given/received a blowjob.
9.[x]Been verbally harassed
10.[x]Verbally harassed somebody
11.[x]Felt someone up and/or been felt up
12.[x]Laughed so hard something came out of your nose
13.[ ]Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
14.[ ]Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
15.[x]Been to prom.
16.[x]Cried at school.
17.[x]Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store. (ALL THE DAMN TIME)
18.[ ]Went