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Missing Words
The words are dead
My mind wiped clean
A void in my head
This blank screen
But the words now
Have ceased to flow
I don't know how
To make them grow
Calling them out
Words in the night
End this drought
Making this right
Stare at the page
It remains clear
This barren stage
Theatre of my fear
Behind the curtain
Sealed fabric wall
Becoming certain
It hides them all
My words are there
Just locked away
Only for you I care
I'm trying to say
It's so widespread
Building up inside
This heart is dead
My words have died
Whenever I see you
My voice goes dry
Feelings so true
Can no longer deny
My mind is blank
You are my cure
I've you to thank
Your heart so pure
Everything I write
You who inspires
My guiding light
My burning desires
The make no sense
My words are lies
It's my defence
To stop the cries
There is no hope
My heart of stone
I'm trying to cope
With my life alone
The words are dead
My mind wiped clean
A void in my head
This blank screen
But the words now
Have ceased to flow
I don't know how
To make them grow
Calling them out
Words in the night
End this drought
Making this right
Stare at the page
It remains clear
This barren stage
Theatre of my fear
Behind the curtain
Sealed fabric wall
Becoming certain
It hides them all
My words are there
Just locked away
Only for you I care
I'm trying to say
It's so widespread
Building up inside
This heart is dead
My words have died
Whenever I see you
My voice goes dry
Feelings so true
Can no longer deny
My mind is blank
You are my cure
I've you to thank
Your heart so pure
Everything I write
You who inspires
My guiding light
My burning desires
The make no sense
My words are lies
It's my defence
To stop the cries
There is no hope
My heart of stone
I'm trying to cope
With my life alone
Literature
Missing
The one you love
You miss them so much
Whether they're far away
Or just too far to touch
Once they return
You explode with joy
All your pain resolved
And no one is coy
You wish you could
Be with them to no end
But eventually, they must go
And once they leave, the feeling comes again
Literature
Pretending
He holds my heart with claws.
Within that hold my heart rips,
And I feel trapped.
To please him is far out of my reach,
Even though I dance like a fool for him.
He just is just locked up inside,
With a distant look on his features,
Not even noticing me.
Leaving me in the cold,
I try to stay strong, but my happiness is fading.
I finally found warmth,
Then he took it away,
With his bitter cold touch.
My beliefs are within his lies,
That my secrets are safe with him, and he would rid my fears.
Only to hid his.
I will pretend that his lies are true,
Because the memories of the past is my poison,
That I am killing myself with.
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No More
No More
I want to carve my heart out!!!
I don't want it no more!!
I can't handle this pain that lies
Inside anymore...
It is too much to handle,
Too much to bare...
Just give me the knife
So I can end it all here!
Or if not that way...
Let me slash at my wrists,
Making deep cuts and watching
The blood drip...
My life means nothing,
For I can't handle it no more!
This heart has been hurt too
Much and I can't handle it
Anymore...
I want the pain to end,
To just go away.
I want it to end today,
To all fade away...
Just to close my eyes
And slumber always....
An endless sleep,
Where nothing resides...
Just the darkness a
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In the centre of my literary drought there is an oasis - albeit a rather force falsified one at that. Where I've found the wasteland of my mind is only the tip of the iceberg it isn't just the words I write here that have gone missing - everything has gone thoughts, feelings - well the predominant one remains - but it has been damped by the growing void of numbing emptiness that is gathering.
What has also gone missing are the words I'd like to say - the ones that I utter out there in the real world, not here in this sheltered world. I have gained an unusual amount of usage out of a blank expression when I simply can't express the scraps of feeling that remain, and of course it is only directed in one futile direction
What has also gone missing are the words I'd like to say - the ones that I utter out there in the real world, not here in this sheltered world. I have gained an unusual amount of usage out of a blank expression when I simply can't express the scraps of feeling that remain, and of course it is only directed in one futile direction
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I really do hope you find your way out soon 