Overcaptivated And Left Behind by WRITERandPOET, literature
Literature
Overcaptivated And Left Behind
She's got her boyfriend,
She doesn't need me now.
And in a couple years,
She'll also have the vow.
Hand wrapped up in hand,
And off those two go.
Leaving us behind,
Time passing so slow.
Spend all their time together,
Disregard our wants.
They leave us in the dust.
They take their love and flaunt.
Interrupting our time,
With constant little flirts.
I'll never let you know,
How much this really hurts.
My Love Was Your Joke by WRITERandPOET, literature
Literature
My Love Was Your Joke
by Fall Poisonous
I wrote countless love songs for you,
Only to throw them all away.
Throwing out my emotions,
An endless cycle on replay.
I met you where you said to,
You were never there.
It was all a joke,
Too much for me to bear.
HEARTBREAK!
You thought you could pull off,
Such a devious act.
It was all games to you,
None of it was true.
My love was your joke.
You knew how I felt,
And toyed with my emotions.
Took advantage of the chance,
Advantage of my devotion.
HEARTBREAK!
You thought you could pull off,
Such a devious act.
It was all games to you,
None of it was true.
My love was your joke.
Heartbreak,
All of
Underneath Everything. by LittleFishPenguin95, literature
Literature
Underneath Everything.
Blue was her color,
ripped and frayed was her
mind.
She is trapped
inside this room,
the walls
pressing
against her skin.
Until her master wishes,
she may never escape this
cage.
All she may do is
sit
and await her fate.
I've gotta believe.
I know you're there for me.
I know that there's meaning.
But there's a little problem.
I haven't trusted anyone,
In a really, really long time.
Feelings are a deadly thing.
But, when put to good use,
They can be very helpful.
You're all I have,
So I have to gain trust in you,
Or I'll have nothing left.
I know I can do it.
I just need time and practice.
I hope I can do this.
My body made of glass
I teeter on the edge of that terrifying
cliff.
How can I avoid this dark,
gruesome ending?
I scream for help
as I tip further forward,
but no one hears my
wanton
cries.
All efforts made would be
futile.
Alas,
I have served them well,
I
thought
now
plummeting
to
my
demise.
Yet,
to my pleasant
surprise
a hand reaches
from the deep cavern of my death,
saving my fragile form from sure horrible pain
and mortification.
I laugh and silently,
having no true lips to speak,
thank my wonderful savior
as they press my brim
to their lips
for a light
Like a flower blooming into a bitter winter night,
it should not be,
but it is.
Droplets fill those thirsty roots
and beauty
lights the darkest corner of the earth.
Do you ever wonder,
If that saying is really true?
Is there really someone out there,
Who's meant to marry you?
I wonder every day,
And it starts to drive me crazy.
I've always got my eyes open,
It's not like I'm lazy.
My angsty words to my poems,
And lyrics to my songs,
Reflect on the past experiences,
And times when things were wrong.
I've been waiting so patiently,
Why can't I have someone?
I'm about ready to give up,
Close to being done.
I'll try not to go down,
I'll try not to give up the fight.
I'm a hopeless romantic,
And hopeless is right.
The Dreary Town Of Bathory by WRITERandPOET, literature
Literature
The Dreary Town Of Bathory
From what most of the world can see,
It's the dreary town of Bathory.
This town lacks anything interesting,
It's actually quite uninteresting.
What they don't see, with help of their prayers,
Is the world of vampires and slayers.
The blood and loss of emotions are tangible,
Certainly not something that you can just disable.
Lives are lost and lives and spared,
Would you do it if you were dared?
From what most of the world ca see,
It's the dreary town of Bathory.
Tentacles wrap around your heart,
locking your feelings
up into a vice.
While trapped
you try so hard to escape
but when it finally allows you to be free,
when those long grips finally release
your aching organ of dead emotion
you no longer feel anything.
It is no true freedom,
only pain and unfamiliarity.
Nothing is consricting
keeping you from being who you are.
Your emotions fight against this indecency,
afraid of the change.
The tentacles may cease to exist as a cage any longer
yet you yearn for them,
needing some sort of normal.
You suffer withdrawls
from the heavy pain
that once was,
and the cycle repeats.
The air around me thickens,
With the presence of you.
I look all around,
And realize I am alone, too.
You whisper oh so softly,
And tell me that you love me.