Latest Posts by literally-nemo - Page 10
Fear
Fear surrounds, darkness closes in The hands crawl through the windows The feet stomp up and down the stairs I'm alone
Why am I so afraid? Nobody else is so fearful My senses spike at the slightest noise My eyes fail me
I can't be alone Don't leave me Don't forget me I can't
I need you to hug me and hold me tight I need your arms around me, your breath on me I need your lips to kiss me and tell me it's okay I need you
Don't abandon me now I have no hope of survival Poison fills the air My mind is lost
Save me
please dont make disney characters have tattoos and piercings and blackhair and stretchers
please
stop
Let It Go
There's a certain elation from being freed When you realize that nothing can hurt you any more That because of one thing, your entire life is transformed When everything makes sense, to a certain degree A new light is shed on a situation that had no out A new freedom is found in the balance that never could exist: The balance between accepting depravity and the drive to be good
The line separating letting go and gaining control has come into clear view It is abstract It is a construction of humanity; a treacherous servant We have adorned control to the highest places Its crown becalms the so-called great things of humanity Its command belittles the words of the wise Putting values to shame
Disaster reared its head, preparing to attack I refused to open my eyes, believing the lie set before me With pridefully blinded eyes, I reached out into assumed smoke And hoped not to find what I knew lay ahead A sip of water that was toxic to my parched lips Opened my eyes and quenched its presenter's unrequited thirst I am saved
There is nothing left to confine me There are no limits where there is no control There is no control for where it is searched Wherefore did we create such a tremendous fault-line? It was our greatest mistake The concept called control will be forever indistinguishable from every other deception in history, But for its control over us
If there is no control, how can we live? In freedom from it. Our insatiable desire for control is a fountain of weakness Moreover, the arrogance that we are in control of this enamoration, This lust Is absurd to the point of farce True control comes from the complete donation of the power we allow to our desire for control
Merry Christmas!
Hey, everybody! Sorry I've been gone so long, both here and with my phone. I've been doing a lot of writing music and a lot less poetry, so I might change the general attire of this blog soon. I hope you lovely people are having wonderful holidays, and that whatever it is you celebrate went incredibly well. I, myself, celebrate Christmas, and it was a total blowout for me! I not only got the freaking beautiful BOSE headphones that I asked for from my grandparents and uncle, but also a gorgeous mini-speaker from my parents (also by BOSE) that connects via Bluetooth. It's ridiculous how spoiled I am. :3 Let me know in a message what's been going on with you guys! I may or may not have my phone around, for those that have my phone number. I'm visiting a lot of family, and it's been a bit exhausting. Sadly, I've become unable of going to sleep before midnight without doing something, and this just happens to be it tonight. Also, there will be a sledding "party" (could you imagine me actually throwing any kind of real party? That would not go well at all.) after school someday behind Aurora High School. All are invited. It will probably be during exam time, so we can all go to our exam and just bring snow gear with us and then use it to the edge of its spontaneous combustion from pure awesomeness. I wonder if any of this is actually making sense right now.
TL;DR -I'm not dead -I probably won't have my phone for a bit yet -Sledding at my school during exams
I wasn't very happy when I wrote this.
Dreams are useless Their lips mock me Their eyes judge me There is no place to hide
There is nothing left No fight to fight No battle to win It boils down to my own self
Violence intrigues me Peace is safe Peace is warm The violence inside explodes
Action seeps into my being Passivity fails me Apathy humiliates me Response demands me to take the cup
This. This this. Thisedy this this thisen thiser this this.
Christmas wish
Little thing I wrote
Everything is silent Her bed-springs creak as she sits up; The fresh November breeze tickling her spine The room is dark Her hands skillfully search for something with which to cover herself; Going through the well-practiced motions The door creaks behind her It locks smoothly as she turns to take it in; The night for which she so longs Her eyes are tired Though her face, her body, her aura, all come to life; Her entity awakening from the daily sleep She is in complete control Her mind gluttonously takes in deep spoonfulls of the stillness of it all; Her lungs greedily absorb the crisp autumn air The moon is working hard The reflection of himself portraying her path as she perceives it; The sun guiding her, though unseen An elderly man approaches His eyes linger on hers, uncertain of their paths; She peers into his soul He radiates regret Her soft, warm smile greets his with nonverbal pleasantries; Their minds meet at the definition of understanding Vexed by a sound A crack in the wall of silence robs her of her attention; With dog-like ears, she follows where they lead A stream reveals the rocks Those that slow and split the water; She loves how they control the chaos Her chest rises and falls The freshness of the water stealing her mind; Like a drug, makes her forget reality A new tree has been planted Her feet are roots, her arms are branches; She falls somberly, passively among the copes
Three Roses
The incarnate of hate, manifest in me Pulls me into the abyss of desire A rose grows still, though none may see In earth, unkempt and raked with fire
Salvaging truth in a wreckage of lies, My heart cries out for sacrifice She opens her mouth and closes her eyes My stomach drops with the falling dice
Incarnate of Love fulfilled by hate Pursue my heart in ravenous state My soul grows weary of the cold, dark gate That separates life from an untouched state
A rose, growing still, in the depths of the earth Fills me with hope for the promise, elusive Petals in dis’ray from the narrow road’s girth We yearn for prophecy’s rest, conclusive
The end, to come, a purpose has given To those, in more of something need To die, to live; to live, good work To kiss the soldier’s cheek without greed
Build me a bridge across open water Make me a martyr for all to see My noose is taut from the ocean’s daughter A rose will be planted, though none see me
My backyard this morning!! Christmas is coming!!!! :D
Old song, but it's snowing out, so it kind of fits!
Snow is falling at your feet You think to yourself, man, isn’t that neat Every year it comes and goes Quite a lot like wind that blows
The world keeps spinning round and round Everything keeps making sound The rain will pour down on your parade People will continue their masquerade
Is it really worth the pain? All the aching, all the strain One would really move to think That we will soon run out of ink
Doesn’t matter what you say Doesn’t matter what you do This world won’t ever stop for you Scream as loud as you can You’re still just a man
They may say you’re not enough Or maybe it’s the voices upstairs, they’re rough Hiding yourself away Won’t ever make it really go away
Maybe you are different Maybe you’re not on the hunt For something of a way out Maybe you’re just trying To figure out
How to keep calm Carry on Just because everything’s going to change Doesn’t mean nothing will ever be the same The night was long But here comes the dawn Say a prayer, build a bridge Hope is coming o’er the ridge Just keep calm And carry on.
Literally wrote this after I took a shower to try and clear my head.
For what shower can we take that would make the mouths of demons sing no more? What cleansing of the mind can banish the insatiable desire to elope with simple complacency? Where can a man leave the severed half of his dead heart to rot instead of letting it consume him?
Teddy
I was there when you said your first word Your mother’s laughs of joy being painted into the walls Your father’s smile combing them with the scent of pride Your words ever floating, hanging in the air
I was there when you had your first kiss Your dream-induced eyes engaged with mine Your entranced lips telling me all about his Your hair a mess from running your hands through it for excitement
I was there when you had your first breakup When your eyes dripped of uncertain loss Your cheeks like early morning dew from your river of tears My fur a mess from crying into me, no more of a help than a punching bag
I was there when your parents told you what was going to happen How they still loved you, no matter what Your hands trembling on my soft arms Your indignant sobs of unbelief thrown at the door behind them
I was there when you had your first time The soft words of passion mixing with the powerful hands of lust Your uncertainty, your reluctancy, your anxiety His response when you refused
I was there when you cut yourself for the first time Your tears of self-malice ripping down the fabric of your cheek The first drops of siphoned blood falling on my body Your heaving cough from your third Or fourth Or fifth cigarette Of that day
I was there when you brought home the first customer Your dead Empty Expression writing believable lies filled with contempt and self-pity Entrancing him for the sake of money’s worth The monster that lay deep within I remember seeing for what wasn’t the first time
I was there when you brought home the pills Your hair a mess, your cheeks like glacial rivers, your hands trembling Your uncertainty, your rage, your decision
Your words ever floating, Hanging in the air