Poetry-Sanctuary

Gravity... Has the guilt of my everything. Forbiding the only chance to be free, Chaining my thoughts to the ground. Hysterical laughs on charcoal leaves flew around, Disturbing serene sadness of my glee. Awaken worlds in life's little things Forsake my tender thoughts to the nothingness wings Dissipating with velocity In the hands of Gravity. Gravity... It's like an occult religion With all its strange ways. Devouring miscellanous levitating dreams Spreading mercyless comtempt to the ones on the banned brims - The ones who dared to fly on the Sun's sacred rays. Gravity is the vermillion Murderer of all the ancient hopes fa

When you're lonely When you're sad When everything good Has turned into Bad When Everything Just turns to dust And your heart Is full of rust When it all goes wrong And you just can't cope There are people who care And they are your hope.

I wrestle with my word's tonight, to show you all my love's delight, a raging sea on this chest's shore, through my mind its tides roar The torture raging to speak with fire, my mouth opens, I begin to perspire, nerves bind my tongues declaration, I'm its victim of verbal castration I fall asleep with thoughts going unsaid, visions of you begin to waltz in my head, there my words can flow with authority, a need for this pen, no longer a priority Another night lost, dreams take me away take me away, to a confident day, a day of second chances, a Mulligan if you will, to show her every ounce of my loves appeal My day begin

Static eating    my self-harm. And yes,    there are better ways       to feel. Sutures not strong enough,    to hold me together. Look again. Your teeth    are stuck in my wounds. Hilarity,    sterilizing       pus. White veins bleed bleach. Nerves scream beneath scalpels. and I,    am sick enough       to torture. Riddled with barcode scars,    and       secrets best kept     &

I myself am a puzzle, that you can't figure out. You'll never really know what I'm feeling, And  no one  could ever understand why things hurt. Things I cry over, are silly to other people. I fall hard when I fall, and never has anyone decided to catch me. I crave companionship and friends, My worst nightmare is being abandoned, left by everyone I care about. Pieces of me and my thoughts don't always fit together, Others can't be found. They're strewn about, tossed on the floor. Some people throw me around, not realizing the effects they have. But still I resist. I am too strong, too stubborn. I refuse to be solved, I will never

I talk in riddles and rhymes; I do so all the time. It's nothing that is new, but does it bother you? I would not hide my mind but for the fear of crime. There's something that I'd do, but I would cause a feud. I'd tell you how I feel each and every day. About emotions at my heels and my blustering decay. I'd tell you of my home and all the things I've known. But would you understand? How different are our lands? All I've left to know is I've got to let it show. I was taught to play a part, but it's not in my heart. I was taught to live a lie, because it's seen as "right." And now I'm breaking free- thanks to you and he

I've dealt with a lot of stuff. I've helped out many people. Given good advice and said some amazing things. I've let my mind get destroyed for the sake of others. This doesn't make me a good person. I am not a bad person either. I am just a stupid person This doesn't make me regret though. I might take on other people's problems, Since they can't handle it themselves... But their problems are not as big as my own. My problem is me. I am my own problem. Nothing can be a bigger. Nothing can hurt me more. I am the cause of all my problems. It can be worse, The better the outcome, When it's all over. You just have to hold on

I was on the edge of a cliff. Behind me stood the world I used to know. Before me was the possibility to fly. Back then, when I had to take the decision, I thought of you and felt brave. Now I'm free falling and I'm afraid of what's to come. So I ask you, "Will you catch me?"

close your eyes, momentarily seeking refuge in the cloak of night's impersonator- tossing the key down the dark shaft of broken dreams and dusty forgotten memories, sighing, the waking nightmare world's precious twin- fragile and young in your palm.

Dark mud puddles Left from The exhausts of A dirty World that hacks Resin that Clogs its throat. A slimy Black chunk of grime Corrupting streets with Black smudge fingerprints. Leaving coal tracks across my lungs. Throwing a velvet smear of smoke that guides my Wandering mind to a safe world Filled with glass, behind it is displays of wonderful Plays of tragedies in poetic form. All to seduce my ears                                    So my eyes can wand