A suit of armour
stands alone
on a crowded street
many gilded faces
adorn its shining helm
cracks abound
rust creeps
up and in
from its extremities
as well as
a tear
a diamond droplet
falls inside
landing
next to the shriveled
effective corpse
of a child
of a small boy
frozen in fear
of danger that passed
many years past
Synthetic tears,
Fall from your eyes;
Bathing the ground in fake sadness,
A double sided knife thrust down.
My arms embrace you,
My attempt at comfort, at healing;
But instead I fall, wounded at your feet,
Slain by your lies, my empathy.
In a world so callous,
Where people only care for themselves;
Empathy and compassion are treacherous,
For they can get you killed.
My trust is to be earned,
But my love is given to help;
Taken by this society and weaponized,
Used to cut my thread of life and silence me.
(via liberatedfromshadow)
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Tik. Chad continued to run as fast as he could. Tok. He was running, running out of time. Tik. It was far too close. Tok. The clanking sounds that came with its movement grew ever louder. He reached out in the darkness of the corridor and felt only the cold, stone bricks. He was trapped there, in this God-forsaken labyrinth concocted only to confuse, disorientate, and drive completely mad, anyone who set foot inside. Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok.
I feel sick to my stomach
I feel sick to my soul
I’m nauseous and people ask me why
but I gotta say
that I just don’t know
His voice was deep
Like a distant roll
of ancient thunder
A low rumble
that no one could hear
it had already faded
and disappeared
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(Source: insaneandproudofit-blog, via wispyatomica)
I’m Done
It’s Gone
I’ve lost lost my will
to go on
and move on,
but I promised myself
that I could never kill,
but everyday is another
struggle within;
I just wanted to let you know that this blog is going to be getting a tad bit more active soon. And by soon I mean as soon as i get off my lazy ass to post my poetry…
Talk to you later.
[Inspired by Shane Koyczan’s We Are More.]
When defining Us,
people call Us rejects.
They think Us to be loners;
as stoners
and nothing else
Obsessed with drugs
and living like thugs
They believe We are
stupid and wrong
but what We are is more
We are brilliant and strong