In another time,
will you still love me?
In another place,
will you still meet me?
In a fleeting moment,
will our stars meet?
I guess I should give up,
knowing you're not there...
Chemistry
So hopelessly inescapable
Self-torment
So clinically unavoidable
Like a ghost
Like a voice behind my head
Like a nightmare
That eludes recollection
Panic chokes brain matter
And poisons all it finds
Chemically
Programmed into existence
Like microscopic dust
Like a pain that's almost here
Like a tidal wave
Of violence unstoppable
A neural distress
Threat of an invisible hand
A shiver
The skull seems to implode
A state of self-reflection
Distorted and malformed
Chemistry - there is no truth
In its twisted chaos
HUMAN CHESS.
A tragedy endgame,
we're just pawns.
Do you know what this means?
No escape.
Terror at the brim.
Blood paints most of my skin.
Shackled from wrist to shin.
Locked up,
can't flee from my own insanity.
Tell me how does one run from their own mind?
At the brink of the apocalypse,
will you still kiss these chapped lips?...
That thirst for your love...
Even as the world pass me by,
you're still on freeze.
You notice me?
Did you hear my plea?!
I'm desperate.
I need your touch.
Even as pieces fall off the chessboard.
I'd get on my knees.
Pray for us to be together,
as if there really is a Lord.
Even as pieces fall off the chessboar
Satisfaction (The Poem) by Otakuu4lyphe, literature
Literature
Satisfaction (The Poem)
Caught me in the back alley-
gripping both my arms.
No one knows of this,
fatal attraction.
Caught another victim,
police start to swarm.
No one gets in the way
of your satisfaction.
How much time has passed?
I haven't eaten for hours.
But who am I to question
your powers.
Aren't you happy?
The city is ours.
You reign supreme,
now please let me go.
I said please
you can be such a tease
let go off the leash
only to yank me back;
and plant me right on the ground.
I see you painted
a pretty picture,
my body is the canvas.
Let me cry some more
so you can mix the colours.
You call me a chameleon:
I blush
I go pale
I go black and blue
whenev
Dear Friend of Mine, Goodbye by Dpgolden215, literature
Literature
Dear Friend of Mine, Goodbye
I wasn’t there in your last moments
just before you died.
I didn’t believe you’d really gone,
much less by suicide.
Now seeing you in person in
your pale and lifeless state
has confirmed all the “lies” they told
about your morbid fate.
It’s hard for me to say farewell
choking back all my tears.
We were great friends. We knew each other’s
deep secrets and fears.
But what will always haunt me when
I look at your gravestone,
the mental state that claimed your life
was what I’d never known.
I was your friend and you were mine
so then why didn’t you
tell me how you were feeling
because I ne
Sadness is destructive.
Sadness makes you blind.
Sadness makes you feel dead
even though you are alive.
Sadness is a reminder that
there is a dark side of your mind.
Sadness thinks you are oblivious.
Annoyingly informing you
that you've been done wrong.
Sadness is a magnet
for unwanted sympathy
from on lookers
who are just curious.
Sadness has a message for you:
"You don't belong".
Sadness is a wonder.
How it can leave
with you headaches
worse than a hangover?
How does it make you
spill your guts
as it takes over?
Sadness is a bomb
that takes long to defuse.
You look like
you're about to blow up,
no one takes cover.
They do th
Is this group only for poems? Because I write a story here on da called "Anything but Normal" and some chapters are meant to be sad. Can I submit some chapters to this group?