You honestly believe
You are here to help me,
But can you not see?
You already killed me.
My wrists have been slit,
My neck has been split,
My body has been lit,
My ashes have been fit.
The song has been sung,
Say goodbye to your son,
The game has been won,
Your work here is done.
I take my chances,
As I take my fall,
And I hope to God,
That He hears my call.
I don't believe in Hell,
But my heart isn't without fear,
And with my head turned sharp,
I can no longer hear.
The screams of the Leftovers,
Their tears running the streets,
Their cries breaking the Heavens,
My master plan complete.
In this, my fantasy,
My mind is a full glass,
And I fool myself endlessly,
So that time can slowly pass.
Slowly, I drift down,
To the blood ridden floor,
A secret, fun surprise
Hangs behind the door.
The First will be the witness
To my wings spreading wide,
And my Lady, Goddess Death,
Holding me up so I can fly,
In my moment of peace,
My Love fills my heart,
I kiss her lips,
And I fall apart.
I fall cautiously though,
My trust no longer white,
I try so hard to love her,
But it doesn't feel right.
My memories still pain me,
My heart still aches,
My head is still pounding,
My body still shakes.
Demons always chase me,
Hounding through my dreams,
The nightmares are unending,
My mind tears at its seams.
My head is always pulled back,
Back to that sinful night,
I will never forget it,
Try as hard as I might.
I took my broken heart,
The one I tried to mend,
And put it into your mouth,
And listened to what you said.
You told me what I wanted,
Sweet wo
It is not a fear of darkness,
But a fear of the unknown.
It is not a fear of death,
But a fear of oblivion.
It is not a fear of what will happen,
But a fear of what might.
Love is Like the Earth by InvertedArtist, literature
Literature
Love is Like the Earth
Love is like the Earth,
Our blue little dot
In the midst of the universe,
Full of life and wonder.
Passion is like the Sun,
Spiraling through space,
Bringing with it our planet,
Providing it light and energy.
Together,
They are a miracle;
The Sun constantly exploding,
And the Earth in its perfect orbit.
Yet, if they were closer,
The Sun would engulf the Earth,
Scorching it with its heat,
Burning all with its being.
Yet, if they were further,
The Earth would grow cold,
Freeze to the core,
And forget about the Sun.
As is Love, in all its forms.
Too close, you'll be burned,
And too far, you'll be forgotten,
But if just the
A steady beat holds the soul
Inside the hollowed corpse,
Its spring run dry,
A life without a source.
Imagination runs its course,
Turning paradise to hell,
And down, down, down,
The lost angel fell.
Stabbed in the back,
Bleeding with a smile,
The pain grows steadily
Around hands most vile.
Choking out the life
Of a once dear friend,
Holding the angel close,
Comforting life's end.
Stuck in my mind,
My body in shock,
I am but a spectator,
To my own thoughts.
Trust and devotion
Fill the room,
As a deep sin
Begins to bloom.
With the thoughts
Come the images,
Twisting these sweet thoughts
Into a nightmare.
Betrayal from the trusted,
And laughter in my face.
My heart bleed slowly,
Then all at once.
I bear witness to it all,
And curse its name,
In fear I flee,
To set up my walls.
Upon my return,
The sin has changed.
It falls, and falls, and falls,
Its mangled body hits the floor.
I let out a shriek,
And rush towards the body,
How helpless I am,
How lost I've become.
I cradle its head
In my broken
Burning, his eyes
With tears filled with anguish,
Regret, and demise,
And ineffable origin.
Pain and depression,
With no reason or explanation,
A parasite without a past,
A disease without a cure.
Dangerous, destructive,
Without care or attention,
Undiagnosed,
The one with no illness.
Nothing is wrong,
With the life of a child.
He's too young to have faults,
Too young to be scarred.
So alone he's left,
With no cure or remedy,
No satisfaction,
Or humored lies.
His body is clean,
But his mind a mess,
He looks like an angel,
But his inside is rotten dead.
He cuts his wrists,
Hoping for relief,
But reaps nothing but pain
You honestly believe
You are here to help me,
But can you not see?
You already killed me.
My wrists have been slit,
My neck has been split,
My body has been lit,
My ashes have been fit.
The song has been sung,
Say goodbye to your son,
The game has been won,
Your work here is done.
I take my chances,
As I take my fall,
And I hope to God,
That He hears my call.
I don't believe in Hell,
But my heart isn't without fear,
And with my head turned sharp,
I can no longer hear.
The screams of the Leftovers,
Their tears running the streets,
Their cries breaking the Heavens,
My master plan complete.
In this, my fantasy,
My mind is a full glass,
And I fool myself endlessly,
So that time can slowly pass.
Slowly, I drift down,
To the blood ridden floor,
A secret, fun surprise
Hangs behind the door.
The First will be the witness
To my wings spreading wide,
And my Lady, Goddess Death,
Holding me up so I can fly,
In my moment of peace,
My Love fills my heart,
I kiss her lips,
And I fall apart.
I fall cautiously though,
My trust no longer white,
I try so hard to love her,
But it doesn't feel right.
My memories still pain me,
My heart still aches,
My head is still pounding,
My body still shakes.
Demons always chase me,
Hounding through my dreams,
The nightmares are unending,
My mind tears at its seams.
My head is always pulled back,
Back to that sinful night,
I will never forget it,
Try as hard as I might.
I took my broken heart,
The one I tried to mend,
And put it into your mouth,
And listened to what you said.
You told me what I wanted,
Sweet wo
It is not a fear of darkness,
But a fear of the unknown.
It is not a fear of death,
But a fear of oblivion.
It is not a fear of what will happen,
But a fear of what might.
Love is Like the Earth by InvertedArtist, literature
Literature
Love is Like the Earth
Love is like the Earth,
Our blue little dot
In the midst of the universe,
Full of life and wonder.
Passion is like the Sun,
Spiraling through space,
Bringing with it our planet,
Providing it light and energy.
Together,
They are a miracle;
The Sun constantly exploding,
And the Earth in its perfect orbit.
Yet, if they were closer,
The Sun would engulf the Earth,
Scorching it with its heat,
Burning all with its being.
Yet, if they were further,
The Earth would grow cold,
Freeze to the core,
And forget about the Sun.
As is Love, in all its forms.
Too close, you'll be burned,
And too far, you'll be forgotten,
But if just the
A steady beat holds the soul
Inside the hollowed corpse,
Its spring run dry,
A life without a source.
Imagination runs its course,
Turning paradise to hell,
And down, down, down,
The lost angel fell.
Stabbed in the back,
Bleeding with a smile,
The pain grows steadily
Around hands most vile.
Choking out the life
Of a once dear friend,
Holding the angel close,
Comforting life's end.
Stuck in my mind,
My body in shock,
I am but a spectator,
To my own thoughts.
Trust and devotion
Fill the room,
As a deep sin
Begins to bloom.
With the thoughts
Come the images,
Twisting these sweet thoughts
Into a nightmare.
Betrayal from the trusted,
And laughter in my face.
My heart bleed slowly,
Then all at once.
I bear witness to it all,
And curse its name,
In fear I flee,
To set up my walls.
Upon my return,
The sin has changed.
It falls, and falls, and falls,
Its mangled body hits the floor.
I let out a shriek,
And rush towards the body,
How helpless I am,
How lost I've become.
I cradle its head
In my broken
Burning, his eyes
With tears filled with anguish,
Regret, and demise,
And ineffable origin.
Pain and depression,
With no reason or explanation,
A parasite without a past,
A disease without a cure.
Dangerous, destructive,
Without care or attention,
Undiagnosed,
The one with no illness.
Nothing is wrong,
With the life of a child.
He's too young to have faults,
Too young to be scarred.
So alone he's left,
With no cure or remedy,
No satisfaction,
Or humored lies.
His body is clean,
But his mind a mess,
He looks like an angel,
But his inside is rotten dead.
He cuts his wrists,
Hoping for relief,
But reaps nothing but pain
I am not, and never will be, satisfied with my "art."
That was, until I realized that I need to get off my lazy butt and start practicing, because mark my words: practice solves everything.
Anyways, right now, and probably for the next couple of years, I'm not going to be satisfied with my submissions. But that's okay. Because I'm going to keep trying until I AM satisfied and when I do, I will be satisfied.
But, until then, be prepared to witness the painfully long process of a beginning artist work his way up to creating beautiful thingies for all to see or whatever.
Also, I occasionally post poetry that was purged from my dark and depression soul. Woo~
I am honestly in the shittiest mood right now and just need to get some stuff off my chest and nobody's gonna read this anyways so fuck language. I also can't write for shit so I'm just going to list it all out.
Let's start with grades. I don't get perfect grades, so I feel that colleges aren't even going to see my name simply because of how other peoples' numbers are higher. I am less than other people because of how much time I spend on a fucking essay that means nothing to me or the rest of the world. And because I'm less, nobody gives a shit about me. And I hate myself because of that, and I've been taught to hate myself by the disappoin
I think that I'm going to make a bunch of male OC's in the near future just for the hell of it so I have something to draw when I'm bored and whatnot, but wayyyyyyyy into the future, once I've figured out how to draw human anatomy better, I'm want to flip all of their genders just because I'll be able to.
So like, I'll personify Death and make him a male at first, and then in like 2 or 3 years, I'll just randomly draw Death as a girl and that's how (s)he's gonna be for the rest of their existence as my OC.
This is mostly because male bodies are significantly easier to draw because guys are boxy-boxes (most of the time) and girls are curvy (
honestly, I lvoe your poetry! hope you continue, ookin foward~! sorry i didnt comment when reading though ><; i got caught up on readin. your poems, love'm