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The Dead Aren't Resting

House of the dead;

lost souls domain

 

Night is 24 hours

a day

 

and no rest for their minds;

 

Boredom is normal

 

Tormented by the past

 

An uncertain future

 

In  a void; a purgatory of death

 

Wondering the halls,

Their bodies still rotting in the walls

 

Disembodied spirits

taking their revenge; 

 

A condemned house;

no life dwelleth here

 

Falling apart;

falling into ruin

 

Shadows they follow their thoughts

 to the trauma they endured

 

In life they suffered,

in death they still do,

 

Never relieved

of their pain

 

Dark clowds always above,

never ending rain. 

 

No tears, cannot shed,

dry as bones.

Change

CHANGE

I'm changed,
It's like yesterday, I remember,
Was playing around, carefree,
Not caring bout sick society, being edgy;

I'm changed,
This distressing cruel world did,
No more that sunshine girl,
but busy faking,
Real me forgotten long ago;

I'm changed,
Mind's a mess,
Only wish's to be left alone,
Can't muse sharing worries;

I'm changed,
I miss the mingler me,
That friendly one, the present.
The cold me, I hate the most;

 
I'm changed.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about my life.. its my secret my life and the ways i changed. 

For What It's Worth

Folder: 
Violet Sunrise

I'm not looking for what's on sale,

I don't care what you're selling. 

I want something that's only mine,

Not an actor, storytelling. 

Hypocrisy is worldwide,

Tell the truth and pick a side.

Something used is up for sale,

Another one, might as well. 

 

If I doesn't work, and I'm all alone,

As vague as it is, cold to the bone. 

Something meaningless and overrated,

And she's noticeably irritated. 

 

I'm not looking for something used,

What I need is something new.

Since you seem to be confused,

What I need is what's not you. 

Hypocrisy is worldwide,

The dark side is suicide. 

Something old and overrated,

I should not have instigated. 

For what it's worth,

It could be so much worse.

For what it's worth,

It could be so much worse. 

 

If I doesn't work, and I'm all alone,

As vague as it is, cold to the bone. 

Something meaningless and overrated,

And she's noticeably irritated. 

Psych trip

The apathetic faces circle

Judgement.

A flawless creature is present

Deep and empty eyes tell a story

Extricate the grief.

Lifeless.

Such a bias opinion

Abdicate your throne of knives

Guilt.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about seeing a psychiatrist, or case worker, who dosent understand you.

Hide and Seek

Folder: 
One More Time

Walking along the pavedway,


singing very joyful tunes.


We will not be lead astray,


as long as we can see,


through the leaves


our home. A palace to the mind


were our command is law,


so that the demons be left outside


while we heal and arm ourselves


for another day in the endless hell.


But some have been breached,


the demons roam their halls,


and the closest place to a haven 


is a room guarded by a wooden wall.


Times are bleak, and life is hard,


as they hold out against all odds.


But remember the tune, the one that all sing.


It is not one of peace but one of doom,


To all the demons laying in wait.


Because they feed on the past, and haunt your present.


So look forward, because this is not forever


only if you think it is, shall it be.


Sing the tune, and think of something new;


This is my space, this is my home


all you do is spread fear, everytime that your here.


But I will not buckle and I will not fall


instead ready or not, cause here I come.