Internal desperation of pain and loss
unable to break the emotional and physical impotence to overcome the mental barriers needed to cleanse and heal
cry HELP and I will come be silent and bleed away the pain
until it returns rampant again and again its bitter conclusion short and satisfying but eternal and broken
Hangnail, hangnail,
Thorn in my hand,
What glory shall ye yield?
Thorns in the side gain biblical verses,
Or are necessary evils of roses beloved.
Sand grains in oyster shells become pearls,
Rough turned into diamond,
Bane into beauty.
But what of you, oh blessing of stepmothers?
Some fairy tale of plaguing those toiling stepdaughters,
Insult to injury?
Or perhaps some lore bespeaking the mothers-die of the lace of queens,
Or the fathers-die of black widows…
But in the end, it shall matter not.
For to me, ye shall yield nothing
But voicelessness in the jaws of clippers.
.
i.
nyctophilia; i'm in love with the night. lips red from kissing the sun goodbye, hands powder-white from holding the moon, eyes drowsy grey because i've been up all night counting how many stars remind me of you.
( 94, 95 because one wears your face, polaris. )
and i fall asleep with a threadbare blanket that twinkles, and i wake with stardust in the hollows of my eyelids and i twinkle-
i gleam, and i shine, and i twinkle like the galaxies are accepting new-born beauties.
ii.
i was born a starchild; indigo in the eye, indigo in the lips, indigo in the heart.
i had sunlight hair, and hot-headedness, and a brain of endless summer brea
Corpse to child (How to read full poem in descrip) by InkOfSpades, literature
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Corpse to child (How to read full poem in descrip)
The girl was dead
Unwilling to believe
She was still breathing air for free
He was wrong, and they were right
We've lost a child, She lost her fight
But they couldn't assume
That she still lived and breathes
That's so pointless, and we all know it.
Her cold palms and shut eyes
Maybe finding peace tonight thinking,
"What's left of a cheery smile."
If it's a rotted corpse you're in denial
He reminded her
She could only smile
Obscurity (Poem) by Collapsingcrescent, literature
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Obscurity (Poem)
Gazing upon the obscure world
A nightly visitor, grim and gnarled
Quietly, it comes creeping in
Staring with its well-known grin
Darkened corners of the mind
Can’t be hidden from its sight
Staring endlessly, shattering my will
Horrified, I truly begin to feel
Asphyxiated, catching my breath
Hoping for life, hoping for death
The void – it keeps calling my name
I dare not listen, I refuse the pain
This visitor’s unwavering stare
It’s haunting my mind, I am aware
Everyone’s there, but nobody’s here
In the labyrinth of me, insanity’s near
Everyone’s here, but nobody’s there
A great burden, a
Blind And Hollow by Collapsingcrescent, literature
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Blind And Hollow
"Blind & Hollow" by Collapsingcrescent
The moon’s glare intensifies on us
For nature‘s children to see the stars
Howls in the darkest of the nights
Such a freedom beneath the skies
The trees silently whisper their songs
Listen carefully, they’re about us all
They’re the novelists that don’t judge
Only summarize the plague that is us
So they keep on singing their songs
Hoping for someone to hear them all
Under the moonlight and the crimson sky
They know their demise is near, but why?
‘The songs didn’t reach them, we come undone’
This is their fate, and we are the gun
Blind to everything - we al
I was studying the contours of your back when the world collapsed. In the whites of the sky, your imprint followed my eyes until the palms of my hands chased you away. They were warm.
The Eternity (Poem) by Collapsingcrescent, literature
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The Eternity (Poem)
Echoes of things long lost
frozen in time
an ember - everburning, calming
calling for desperation.
I knew;
and so did you.
Words like thousand cuts
that pierce
right through the eternity; right through your very being.
It comforts me - I smile
and I laugh
and I weep
so dearly.
An emotionless emotion;
woven by the death's threads.
So gentle, so comforting
this wicked scenery
forsaken and enshrouded
in desolation.
I knew;
the eternity
that is us
- did you?
Drinking sheets of metal
Is like breathing skin:
Reverse your metamorphosis,
From skeleton to man and back
And sink your teeth into the machines
That start your heart
And bare your fists at the bruises
Of the bed sores.
Who is in the mirror?
Could you recognize yourself
10 years past, when you were
A different sort of creature
With sunny outlook
And immortality glossy and bright--
Would you recognize yourself?