Yet more of my poetry
[Pages for the Dead]
copyright 2006

Bipolar

Neither that nor this
Neither this nor that
Death would be better than this
My feelings in constant combat
Never truly one emotion
Always something different
My feelings; a tormented ocean
So I must force myself to be indifferent
Or I might drown a nation
But hopefully just me in my own tears
My feelings remain in isolation
Never let out, hidden from my fears
Of torture within my soul
Bleeding of my heart
Never truly whole
Constantly ripped apart
Torn one way
Then another
Messing with my head every day
Why do I fucking bother?
So many sides to just me
I don't even know who i am
Why won’t it let me be?!
It seems i have been condemned
To this Hell forever
I shall cease to exist
What a fun endeavor
I'd rather slit my wrist

A Tribute to Crimson

Crimson, a most intriguing shade of red.
Without this color, what are we?
Just hollow corpses with only pain, and misery to fill the void that is our soul.
Voids without color, putrid and tormented, nonexistence
I say let the Crimson flow thick.
Let it pollute all waters of the world.
Rivers, Lakes, Ponds, Oceans, and seas shall be filled with the existence
Let it be so so that we all may know we live.
Let the world turn this most precious of colors.
Let us drain out all existence.

Insane Asylum Madness

Betrayed by one trusted.
Possibly screwed up my life.
Unsure of what's to happen.
Where to go? The knife?

Don't know what to do.
Don't know whom to turn.
Don't know where I'm going.
What to use? Coffin or urn?

Why did she betray me?
So scared all alone.
Why do this to me?
Skin pale as bone.

Paranoid, no one to trust.
Scared of those once dear.
Can't trust anybody anymore.
Can feel death's icy breath so near.

White walls and uniforms?
Or a darkness six feet deep?
Insane Asylum Madness.
In the maggots seep.

Everything twisted inside.
Finally free in death.
No escape; torment and despair.
I cry 'till my last breath.

Arms scarred , but never healed.
Life destroyed, death's sweet gift.
Why'd she tell? Ruined it all.
Through the departed souls I drift.

Abysmal Paradox

Happiness gone, no longer there.
Depression always, it's just not fair.
Can't be happy, not even close.
Can't even die, tried, overdose.
Tried to be happy, was almost there.
But i only acted "funny", they all stared.
Because, apparently, to be happy i must be high.
Suicidal thoughts are always nigh.
Can't escape, this darkness is forever.
Nothing left, this life i must sever.

Back to the blood, and the pain.
Back to this hell, and the stains.
Flash of metal, crimson flows.
I hate this life, but it never slows.
A life full of death is a dead life.
An abysmal paradox of misery and life.
Dead bodies lying all around.
Decay and blood all over the ground.
I am a reminder of all of those.
That refused life, and instead death chose.

I Hear People Crying

I hear the people crying, these people of the world.
People are crying for loved ones lost to war.
People in dark, desolate abodes, lost and lonely.
The tears feed the Earth and make it grow.

I hear the tears fall from the people that hurt always.
The sound of the tears falling are like that of a thousand souls crying in anguish.
The tears stream down their face like the lines of prison bars, for they are trapped forever.
The whole world sobs as the Earth receives these water-logged creatures.

I hear the people crying out in futility for food.
Their stomachs growling are the only thing keeping them from falling into eternal slumber.
Their tears feed the people that are full so they don’t have to cry.
Yet they do cry because they do nothing to help the tears to stop falling from the eyes of the hungry.

I hear the diseased people cry out for cures.
The sick and dying people try to be strong for the loved ones they’ll leave behind, but they cry when alone.
No one can save them from their fate and so the loved ones cry.
Dust to dust and tear to tear.

This world takes in all these tears, put one day it will rupture and drown all the people of this world.
The Earth is crying out for help, won’t you listen?

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