An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem) by StrikeTheMadness, literature
Literature
An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem)
The writing is nothing
When everything feels wrong.
Wordless,
Awake at night.
Blind eyes wide open
In search of sleep,
Ambien
Animating darkness.
False silhouettes,
Don’t pray for me.
I’m not a child;
The memory of who you wanted me to be.
Sorry, I’m not perfect.
I’m only human,
Ready to fall
Down, down, down,
(Even buildings eventually collapse.)
Sweet insanity,
My Darling,
If you are drinking to forget,
You might just end up remembering
The woes of the world.
No big deal.
Don’t be ashamed of who you are.
Sanity is an illusion,
Tragedy is beautiful.
No Such Thing as Luck Here by StrikeTheMadness, literature
Literature
No Such Thing as Luck Here
Luck is nothing,
Action is everything.
It wasn’t luck that kept me
In the hands of an unconcerned lover.
It was insecurity and adolescent dreams
That made me stay
After trust was thrown away.
This is not a disgrace to me,
People’s actions only reflect on themselves,
What you do after that
Is on you.
Luck never made my decisions,
My experiences sway me more.
If I were to forget them
I would only repeat the mistakes
That I’ve made before.
Things that some would call shitty luck
And then go on to hate
Are the things that make me strong today.
illusions of a rose garden with no thorns by smallsincerities, literature
Literature
illusions of a rose garden with no thorns
my darling-
we were never romeo and juliet.
in the moonlight,
i am a lonely soul.
life(less).
breathe. wake. stretch. shiver.
these scars mean nothing.
on optimism,
it's painfully ridiculous-
we're all drunk and always have been.
we're sleeping in a thunderstorm,
the sound of emotion
abstract.
i miss you,
innocence.
Festering Wound
For #poeticalcondition gigantic giveaway
From Infected by *twinagatedragons
Under my skin, far far below
Where the eye may never see
A bundle of disease germs is festering
They know well my agony
I have been infected long
By what I no longer know
But I do know that it could bring
A slow death to me
When you dream sanity bleeds by BloodRoseSnow, literature
Literature
When you dream sanity bleeds
I Remember
The color of lost things;
like red beaches
or newly formed snow
and scarecrow fires.
On the wings of a dream,
counterfeit smiles
and castles of cardboard
existing for the moment.
Every night,
for lack of a better way
forgeting
I am a child
Kissed with nightshade
The death within life;
The other side of you.
If I wanted could I open up your ribcage?
Broken is better;
Seared lungs sing sweeter.
If I had a breath you'd steal it.
And so it is...
to whom I call
Foolish fool
the victim of smiles;
have you ever questioned
The Human Affliction?
The Prayer of the broken hearted;
The ghosts of the past,
in the lan