A Journey Into My Mind

[Prime]

Your poetry is phenomenal! I love the openness of your soul and your ability to put it into words. You've eloquently expressed the angst and pain of life, love, and growing up.
I also very much enjoyed your pics in the member's pics thread. Awesome wigs.
The contrast of your playful nature and the depth of your art make you a very interesting person. Knowing the two sides of your personality, although seemingly contradictory, only enhances those specific qualities.
Thank you for sharing your art. Now, carry on with your bad self and rock on!

Thank you muchly.

 

[Prime]

Can't Be Lost Forever

Deep, deeeeeep, deep inside,
there is something missing, something that isn't there,
something I was born with, that has escaped.

My soul is in tact, as is my heart,
but...there's nothing in either.
It's like someone took me away,
took my heart and my soul,
deflated both of what they were full of,
and put them back, empty.

The question is...
how do I fill them up again?
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[Prime]

You Make Me Uncomfortable

Don't sit there and tell me that I have something wrong in my mind,
I know for a fact that that isn't true,
I choose to be a pessimist, it's not like I hate it.
You want me to sit in front of you,
practically vent to you,
only for you to prescribe pills to me?

I've had it run in the family, pills.
I don't need to get addicted.
I don't need to end up like the rest of my blood,
i'm in charge, not you.

You can tell me there's something wrong with me,
i'll tell you that i'm making the choice for there to be an issue,
it's my comfort.

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[aeroplane]

Most recent...

Titled: Life Needs A Fast-Forward Button

There are things that are just unbearable to go through,
things I wish nobody had to deal with,
things I wish I didn't have to deal with.

I can't continue to put on a happy face,
when deep down im upset.
I can't keep hiding myself from my friends,
when they know things are wrong.
I continue to do so,
and I am falling because of it.

I need guidance,
I need help,
I need someone to get me back on my tracks.

I'm lost.​

I can relate, because I've been there. You ever notice my user tag above my forum handle says "In Urgent Need of Advice"?

 

[aeroplane]

Untitled

I have begun to take the first step,
realizing what i've been doing all this time, has been wrong.
I don't know why I kept with it,
I can't see how it was ever beneficial,
but it was something to escape to,
when I need to run.

I'm noticing a comparison between the two,
I get upset, I run away,
I get angry, I run away,
I get depressed, I get sad,
I run away.
To it.

There's nothing more I want then to fight this curse,
nothing else I can see my self being happy with.
Only through time will I realize that I am far better off.
I'm a much better person,
this is just my first step.
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More goodness. Surely you must have a title by now?

 

[Prime]

^Haven't totally thought about a title for it to be honest. I'll work on that.

 

[Prime]

I Lack

There's no feel, no emotion,
no skin around my tears,
there is just nothing.

If I could properly explain it,
it would still be flawed,
there'd be something missing,
as their always is.
I don't have the skin to wrap it,
the skin of emotion that is.
There's simply none left,
nothing I can cry for,
nothing I can smile for.

Seems my emotion has escaped me,
only for me to wonder when it will return.


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[Prime]

Cracks

Blood flowing through my veins like water,
hands cramping as I write,
my mind is the pencil,
while the tears form the words.

I can feel it, I can feel it hurt.
Clouding my mind to see nothing but pain.
Feeling the scars on my hands and arms,
they're warm, as if they've opened up again.
They never closed.

More have formed on past cuts,
present cuts have created more scars.
Will the cloud over my head ever seize to exist?
Or will I be stuck in this clouded shell of nothing forever.​

 

[joe]

The sunrise. It's there for your taking.

 

[Prime]

To Be Me

Dear self,
how does it feel to be you,
how does it feel to know you are who you want to be.
How does it feel to be lying to yourself?

You seem to think you're doing the right thing,
filling your veins and lungs with smoke,
breaking your hands and feet to help others,
only to leave yourself at risk of being shot down.

Why do you do the things you do?
I may not have control over you,
but I help you think.

If it weren't for me,
you'd be thoughtless and mindless.
If it weren't for me,
you wouldn't have a conscious to tell you wrong from right,
but still, you don't listen.
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