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Alone
I feel alone. Not because I am alone but because no one has my back like my spine is about to fall out. I feel alone because the ones who I personally bandaged their hearts always seem to break mine and because when I screamed a cry for help there was nothing but my echo yelling back at me. Telling me "no one is there" I feel alone because the one person who I thought was my partner in crime seems to be the one ratting me out to the cops or the one person who I thought was my Person turned out to be just another bystander. I don't want to be alone. So maybe if my existence wasn't existing, Maybe alone wouldn't be so, alone.
By Cameron Sena8 years ago in Poets
I Have Just Found This Prose Beat Poem! This Is a Decade Old!
My mind is a highly inhospitable place for a soul like mine. My entire existence is just one flawed chemical imbalance. A bipolar one at that. To say I was a psychopath would be incorrect. I feel empathy, but not for myself. Not for me. The lights are on but nobody’s home, actually it changes, sometimes the lights are off but somebody is home. A crazy man running around in the darkness in his underwear with a blender, throwing random objects in, his grandma’s ashes, tampons, regular mail, all the norms of daily life being construed into a single inanimate object, the man proceeds to drink it, projectile vomiting the averageness of life all over the bathroom mirror. There’s a knock at the door, the lights turn on and the man is gone. Routines. Routines. Routines. Without routines where would be? Well routines are responsible for my trip off the mountain off sanity. The same thing every day, every second of my life. My room is bright orange. I’m not entirely sure why; I think I read in one of those ‘positive impact’ life magazines that the colour of your room can cause great mood changing vibes. Waking up to a bright colour will change your day for the better. That’s bullshit. I feel like I’m constantly being highlighted. That my 10 metre squared bedroom room is part of a government plot. Or that my whole life is just a test by some sick twisted fuck of a God to wreak havoc and enjoy the pure entertainment of a man slowly lose his mind and there’s not a single thing I could do about it. It took me a while to figure out this fact and I assure you to stick by it. Don’t take anything personal, no-one is out to get you, you’re not important enough and neither is anybody else. Bad luck is as bad luck does. The last year of my life has been without a doubt surreal. Some sort of a dream but yet I feel more alive than ever. The brittle fragility of life only has one cure; don’t step around it, just run straight into it, destroy it. Who the fuck cares about winning an egg and spoon race anyhow. Out of the blue and into the black.
By Zeno Antonius8 years ago in Poets
Spoken Word #2
I remember that day clearly. The night before I slept in the nurses' office so I could stay later on to see the concert. Mom was gonna bring me some clothes later, but in the meantime, I wore what the nurse gave me; black shorts and a red hoodie over a green tee.
By Summer Orban8 years ago in Poets
The Dream
It's so cold you can barely see anything in this fog. It's starting to rain now and i can still smell perfume and cigarettes in the air but you are long gone. The train left hours ago. I am alone with the things that i left behind because i thought that you were a dream of mine what a fool i was to think you had the same dreams in mind. You are in fact a dream killer you suffocate you take the air around you. I know that im just another dick in your mouth something that is the best of all the other hand jobs you give out on any given Sunday Honestly you have stifled the dreams that i once had but even if i cry you will never ever know that im sad.... alarms are screaming now what a fucked up dream i had. I'm glad it's over i hated being so sad. You are a bringer of misery not part of my dream the one where the world goes right so wherever you are i hope your happy tonight i'm moving through the world cause you're not in sight, by the way i'm in love with your sister she treats me right. It may be wrong of me nah that can't be right
By john noakes8 years ago in Poets
