On a rainy day
A sinner held up her hands
She said “Please God, please!”
People looked at her and
With a smirk they thought
He would never listen to her
But no one knows
The one who holds the real truth
She never cared to see
Other people’s eyes staring
Right at her
Judging her every move
Stabbing her dignity
To them she was all that is wrong
“A sinner has no rights!” they said
She cared not, but tears have been shed
She was nothing
Looking up was her only way out
Seeking what’s beyond
In what she had no doubt in
She was used like a machine
Only to please the ugly crowd
And to outsiders she was call
I never expected that day to come
The day the doctors are helping mum
I always thought she’d be fine
She’d stay healthy and just divine
My mind is starting to blur
My heart can’t bear to see her
In pain and in need of another
I love her so, she’s my mother
She’s strong and can handle it
She’ll take it better than any other
At least, it’s what we want to believe
I shatter in pieces when I see her
Asking for it to be all over
Nothing I can do to please her
It hurts to see it and it hurts more to be her
She said to me, this is the way things are
You were the baby, and now I’m the star
She hate
Dehumanized
By human limitations
Desensitized to the pain
Repeatedly
Self-inflicted
A face distorted
As the world transforms
I scratch out
To improve
Its blinded eyes unaware
Decentralized
A mind with no control
Destabilized
As all around it burns
I calibrate
My senses to perceive
As heat overwhelms me
I calibrate
The careful self-destruction
Off my arms
I scrape the skin alive
Off my throbbing veins
I scrape it off
My skull to reveal
I evaporate
Momentarily to reappear
As a shadow
Shifting through
I replay my suicide
Desensitized
I scrape
The flesh off my bones
Dehumanized
I repeat
To reappear again
Swallow Purgatory by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
Swallow Purgatory
Charcoal skeleton and ash marrow
Who has eaten the fire from my bones?
-
Halo noose and innocence stolen,
but by who?
Demons, and the flames I cannot bare to remember.
The searing heat my only atonement,
for a deed not yet done.
Fire within my own heart.
-
And if I could not swallow hell,
who would do it for me?
Now is the time to see
Now is the time to realize
In this moment
Nowhere else
The real can be revealed
Now
The ever present
It dies when it is born
Now
The motionless
A constant in the flow
Now
The indestructible
As long as time exists
Now
Its clarity
An unobstructed whole
Now is the time to look
Now is the time to be complete
A thousand events
Come together
In unity uncontrolled
To all the men who didn't see me for what I was by TheGirlOfTomorrow, literature
Literature
To all the men who didn't see me for what I was
Tornadoes never make good shelters -
but he doesn't know that.
So he tries to find
refuge inside of me,
he tries to build a home
out of my bitten bones
with a porch swing
made of whatever
left-over love
someone forgot to take back.
He wants me to be a safe place
to hide away
from a troublesome summer,
but I am not made of light,
and I am not made of beginnings -
everything about me
is a never-ending ending.
Tornadoes never make good shelters -
and he will soon know that.
How do I get to live
when you're my Achilles heel,
my Achilles ankle,
knees,
hips,
ribs
and shoulders.
You tell me,
how could anyone ever survive
to such an absolute takeaway
of themselves?
Everything is void
And the void is but me
The mind's sense of reality
Is a naive fabrication
There's no meaning
In this land of make-believe
In its hollow stones
There is no purpose
The all-defying
Rules of relativity
The all-defining
Sickness of untruth
A cold fatigue
Takes hold of my body
A free fall
- There should be no I
A downfall
- Who is the one feeling
When even this loneliness
Is a mere delusion?
Why exist at all
If existence is infinite
A monstrous complexity
Beyond comprehension
Why keep breathing
When it's simply energy
Moving in and out
Pulsing through, transformed
But in essence all the same?
I can't think. Something is wrong with my insides. I can feel the twist of intestines strangling my stomach.
It hurts like cancer, like leprosy. Gang-grene in my gullet, chemical burns in my bones.
and
and
and it's in me
it is me
memories like lava
acidic liquids cauterizing life
through unwilling
arteries.