This pain I feel is physical and mental.
People think my heart is just a rental,
And that mind is a part of their game.
To those that are guilty,
Leave me out of your picture frame.
Let the pain eat me away.
I've been used,
Now my heart has a fray.
They lied and abused,
Now I'm the accused.
I've found a path
To shy away from the pain.
To not be a psychopath.
Keep me sane.
Here's to another beer,
To bring me happiness and cheer.
Away from the pain.
Lord, keep me from going down the drain.
Alone, with my drunken self.
May another drink fall off the shelf,
And keep me in this alcoholic state.
After all, it is my family's fate.
Love ruined by the can.
Life is run by the middle man.
No one will see me as special;
My life won't be sentimental.
Raise another drink
And let my life sink.
Don't worry about me.
Let me continue with my idiosyncrasy.
Nothing can fix it.
What I did took a big hit.
Nothing will work.
The devil inside still lurks.
If only you knew,
What mind control can do to you.
Why must everyone be so one-sided,
And our minds be so divided.
You think I lied
About what I saw when I died.
I failed at what I was set out to accomplish
And instead relationships I did demolish.
Never Will We Know by ThePoetThatDidntNoIt, literature
Literature
Never Will We Know
Never will you know
Of my heart in this loving inferno.
Never will you know
Of the happiness you bestow .
Never will I know
How your heart will grow.
Never will I know
How your thoughts flow.
A Woman Not From My Dream by ThePoetThatDidntNoIt, literature
Literature
A Woman Not From My Dream
You weren't ever in a dream.
Although that it may seem,
That this is new.
I was shown before I even met you.
The information you must never acquaint.
At first sight I was going to faint.
Is it verifiable?
Or is it a dream? Fable?
The woman not from my dream,
But from God's scheme.
I've had many reasons
To write my romance through the seasons.
You changed that with your wide smile.
It seems like a while,
Although,
We met only weeks ago.
Your heart is your beauty
And on the outside, you're a cutie.
My poetry lives through my sight
And you just so happened to be in the light.
You are kind.
You, I just met.
You were hard to find.
You don't know my mindset.
You are worth fighting for.
You are beautiful and smart.
You, there's so much in store.
You have an amazing heart.
What is it...
Hope?
It's a false word,
A dying light.
It doesn't exist
I'm giving up the fight.
Hope is fake
And is all a lie.
There's only so much I can take.
I'm only one guy.
This pain I feel is physical and mental.
People think my heart is just a rental,
And that mind is a part of their game.
To those that are guilty,
Leave me out of your picture frame.
Let the pain eat me away.
I've been used,
Now my heart has a fray.
They lied and abused,
Now I'm the accused.
I've found a path
To shy away from the pain.
To not be a psychopath.
Keep me sane.
Here's to another beer,
To bring me happiness and cheer.
Away from the pain.
Lord, keep me from going down the drain.
Alone, with my drunken self.
May another drink fall off the shelf,
And keep me in this alcoholic state.
After all, it is my family's fate.
Love ruined by the can.
Life is run by the middle man.
No one will see me as special;
My life won't be sentimental.
Raise another drink
And let my life sink.
Don't worry about me.
Let me continue with my idiosyncrasy.
Nothing can fix it.
What I did took a big hit.
Nothing will work.
The devil inside still lurks.
If only you knew,
What mind control can do to you.
Why must everyone be so one-sided,
And our minds be so divided.
You think I lied
About what I saw when I died.
I failed at what I was set out to accomplish
And instead relationships I did demolish.
Never Will We Know by ThePoetThatDidntNoIt, literature
Literature
Never Will We Know
Never will you know
Of my heart in this loving inferno.
Never will you know
Of the happiness you bestow .
Never will I know
How your heart will grow.
Never will I know
How your thoughts flow.
A Woman Not From My Dream by ThePoetThatDidntNoIt, literature
Literature
A Woman Not From My Dream
You weren't ever in a dream.
Although that it may seem,
That this is new.
I was shown before I even met you.
The information you must never acquaint.
At first sight I was going to faint.
Is it verifiable?
Or is it a dream? Fable?
The woman not from my dream,
But from God's scheme.
I've had many reasons
To write my romance through the seasons.
You changed that with your wide smile.
It seems like a while,
Although,
We met only weeks ago.
Your heart is your beauty
And on the outside, you're a cutie.
My poetry lives through my sight
And you just so happened to be in the light.
You are kind.
You, I just met.
You were hard to find.
You don't know my mindset.
You are worth fighting for.
You are beautiful and smart.
You, there's so much in store.
You have an amazing heart.
What is it...
Hope?
It's a false word,
A dying light.
It doesn't exist
I'm giving up the fight.
Hope is fake
And is all a lie.
There's only so much I can take.
I'm only one guy.
For Everything I'm Sorry Pt. 2 by ThePoetThatDidntNoIt, literature
Literature
For Everything I'm Sorry Pt. 2
I didn't want any of this.
All the pain that you gave.
I've stated to build a tolerance.
It's like living in a cave.
I have no one anymore.
There's only so much I can take.
No more hurt that I can store;
You've left me drowning in a lake.
All that you've done to me
Does not compare to all I've done to you
Now that you see,
And have a clue,
These last two poems are my final goodbye;
I'm ready to die.
This is how I end our story.
For everything; I'm sorry.
Bite my neck, suck me dry
Bleed me out, make me fly
Dizzy, drained
Yet anything but pained
Hope you’re hungry
Bloodthirsty
Suck my life away
My neck bared as I lay
Kill me, turn me
Make me yours
Do it quickly
Drink the crimson candy
With serrated jaws
Let me join you
Let me love you
"We are much too different"?
Then make me a kindred soul
Running in merriment
No more life to take its toll
Side by side, lovers in the night
Nephilim nightmare
A sanguine sight
Bloodstained and fair
Killing them all, bite by bite
Frightening thrills
Candy and chills
Eating your fill
Up on Halloween Hill
Full of sugar
Full of horror
With sanguine skeletons
And other petrifying persons
“Trick or treat”
Are you sore-of-feet?
Come on in, have a rest
Our dinner is always the best
Knock on the door
Open it and enter
The world of macabre
Scream at the horror
Up on Halloween Hill
(i)
Shadow lurking in my past;
Becoming clearer, returning fast.
Ghosts of good times and of bad,
Drowning my thoughts, driving me mad
I roughly remember the many memories;
Sitting on sand, seeing you sliding on the seas;
You giving me courage to dive in the deep end,
Guiding me across the water, holding my hand.
You were family, you were a friend,
You should have been there to the end.
Instead you burned up, burned out,
Leaving smoke and a son too alone to shout
“Hope you never come back”.
(ii)
I’m not anything like you.
I don’t beat my love black and blue.
I don’t let my main skill fall through
Then bitch ab
Not Goodbye for Us, Just a Hiatus by GlaciesArdeat, literature
Literature
Not Goodbye for Us, Just a Hiatus
Lost the skill
My creative flow
To get it back, I would kill
But how that’d help, I don’t know
I can’t seem to write
Just doesn’t feel right
Nothing seems to be enough
And my head is empty of stuff
No problems or issues
Things I shouldn’t be sad to lose
Life is too good at the moment
I have no cause to lament
Happiness is hard, difficult to explain
It’s so much easier to write of pain
But my life is devoid, empty
Of suffering to inspire me
I’ll still write now and then
When Mistress Poetry embraces me again
And I’ll still be here with all of you, my friends
But it won’t be to produce p
Armament? Arm I Meant! by GlaciesArdeat, literature
Literature
Armament? Arm I Meant!
Lacking inspiration
Boredom, my damnation
Pulling me
Driving me
To sweet insanity
I tire of nothings
Needing some somethings
Trying all everythings
Coming up with nothings…
Writing crappy poetry
To those ones and zeroes
Why do they read this insanity?
Could be pity I suppose…
Emptiness, pointlessness
Loneliness, hopefulness
That dear Poetry, my mistress
Will return in her gracefulness…
Put me out of this misery
Help me to write again
To find my sweet Poetry
My mistress, to keep me right and sane…
Staring at the smoke.
Watching the ashes blow in the wind.
Watching the logs you should stoke.
It's like a broken heart,
That needs someone like you.
-- Ryan T. Chewl
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