Small Town Sonnet by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
Small Town Sonnet
Small Town Sonnet
(Iambic Pentameter)
Dallan Bencharsky
Sleep, sleepy town, for use I have none left
Joy once lifted up, staples me to ground
Sleep, sleepy town, leech life and thieve my death
Stop, I not, until freedom have I found
Sleep, sleepy town, leaving you was easy
For fruits of life lie far past your thick walls
Sleep, sleepy town, ever you might need me
Stop, I not, until freely I may call
Sleep, sleepy town, the greenest grass evades
But not wonder, only hate grips me so
Sleep, sleepy town, my freedom will I trade
For safe travel back, your dim and taxed glow
For I ventured and lost, yet freely roamed
Beyond sleepy town, the p
One Step Closer To Death by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
One Step Closer To Death
The only promise I made myself when I did it
Was that my name would end up on a tombstone
The thing I didn't think about when I took it
Was my mother's cry when she picked up her phone
I'm too alienated to be called myself
So someone has to identify my body
Right about now I'm probably wishin' I'd accept the help
That was offered, to end my suicidal hobby
One step closer to death
With everything I lit
One step closer to death
With every spoon I burned
One step closer to death
With everything I sniffed
One step closer to death
And still nothing I have learned
If I was on my feet
I'd be on my way down again
If I was on my knee
The Biggest Deception by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
The Biggest Deception
We are the biggest deception
We are a book judged by its cover
We have a fake complexion
But we look just like any other
We believe the first thing in our mind
But look just below our surface
It is there you will find
That we are not as we appear
We are a gullible and foolish kind
We waste our earthly gift
We have a fogged up, cloudy mind
Our intelligence we must lift
We are a jealous and competitive race
One of brute strength, dominance
And hatred face to face
We are capable of compassion
We are capable of love
But when we are in action
Emotion is a lonesome dove
Granted, there are few
Who are truly great people
But only
The Master Is Love by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
The Master Is Love
God's will is concrete
In the hearts of those who worship
Ink is a miracle
In the pen of a fearless poet
Sound is sweet
In the voice of a passionate romantic
And the gun is a saviour
In the eyes of a determined soldier
But no matter who you are
One of worship
A poet
A romantic
A soldier
Or all of the above
YOU are putty
In the hands of the one you love
I hear it
Piercing my eardrum
Like a needle pierces the skin
But there is no one here
This barren solitude I built for myself
Houses only my anger
And my deepest resentment
Nothing else
I convince myself the sound is of no importance
But the hairs on my neck tell me otherwise
Their tingly sensation sends shivers
And regaurds of their utter contradictment
So I listen
I close my eyes
I hear it once more
Bouncing, echoing off the walls around me
Ricocheting into my mind
And grasping my brain with its high pitched tendrils
I open my eyes
Where am I?
Frightened, Horrified
I look around to see...
Darkness
I whisper the fainte
If Something Isn't, Why Is It? by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
If Something Isn't, Why Is It?
If something isn't a joke
Why are we obligated to laugh at it?
If something isn't there
Then why do we feel forced to see it?
If something isn't true
Why are we ridiculed if we don't believe it?
If something isn't in our hearts
Why should we occupy that space with a lie?
In a free society
There should be no pressure
So why does one find themselves at a crossroad
When it comes to beliefs?
Silence
It possesses us all
It's what keeps the world at peace
It's what keeps the world at war
It can be a saviour
It can be satanic
Silence
It IS life
It IS death
It is the judge of life or death
In the court of liberty
Silence
It can hurt
It can heal
It is worthy of any opponent
It can fool any fool
It can trick any cheat
Silence
It is the devil's game
That he forces us to play
No matter who we are
But we can choose to be silent
Or we can choose to speak out
Voice ourselves and be honest
We can play the game with honour
SILENCE
By Dallan Bencharsky
Small Town Sonnet by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
Small Town Sonnet
Small Town Sonnet
(Iambic Pentameter)
Dallan Bencharsky
Sleep, sleepy town, for use I have none left
Joy once lifted up, staples me to ground
Sleep, sleepy town, leech life and thieve my death
Stop, I not, until freedom have I found
Sleep, sleepy town, leaving you was easy
For fruits of life lie far past your thick walls
Sleep, sleepy town, ever you might need me
Stop, I not, until freely I may call
Sleep, sleepy town, the greenest grass evades
But not wonder, only hate grips me so
Sleep, sleepy town, my freedom will I trade
For safe travel back, your dim and taxed glow
For I ventured and lost, yet freely roamed
Beyond sleepy town, the p
One Step Closer To Death by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
One Step Closer To Death
The only promise I made myself when I did it
Was that my name would end up on a tombstone
The thing I didn't think about when I took it
Was my mother's cry when she picked up her phone
I'm too alienated to be called myself
So someone has to identify my body
Right about now I'm probably wishin' I'd accept the help
That was offered, to end my suicidal hobby
One step closer to death
With everything I lit
One step closer to death
With every spoon I burned
One step closer to death
With everything I sniffed
One step closer to death
And still nothing I have learned
If I was on my feet
I'd be on my way down again
If I was on my knee
The Biggest Deception by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
The Biggest Deception
We are the biggest deception
We are a book judged by its cover
We have a fake complexion
But we look just like any other
We believe the first thing in our mind
But look just below our surface
It is there you will find
That we are not as we appear
We are a gullible and foolish kind
We waste our earthly gift
We have a fogged up, cloudy mind
Our intelligence we must lift
We are a jealous and competitive race
One of brute strength, dominance
And hatred face to face
We are capable of compassion
We are capable of love
But when we are in action
Emotion is a lonesome dove
Granted, there are few
Who are truly great people
But only
The Master Is Love by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
The Master Is Love
God's will is concrete
In the hearts of those who worship
Ink is a miracle
In the pen of a fearless poet
Sound is sweet
In the voice of a passionate romantic
And the gun is a saviour
In the eyes of a determined soldier
But no matter who you are
One of worship
A poet
A romantic
A soldier
Or all of the above
YOU are putty
In the hands of the one you love
I hear it
Piercing my eardrum
Like a needle pierces the skin
But there is no one here
This barren solitude I built for myself
Houses only my anger
And my deepest resentment
Nothing else
I convince myself the sound is of no importance
But the hairs on my neck tell me otherwise
Their tingly sensation sends shivers
And regaurds of their utter contradictment
So I listen
I close my eyes
I hear it once more
Bouncing, echoing off the walls around me
Ricocheting into my mind
And grasping my brain with its high pitched tendrils
I open my eyes
Where am I?
Frightened, Horrified
I look around to see...
Darkness
I whisper the fainte
If Something Isn't, Why Is It? by 11NeverOddOrEven11, literature
Literature
If Something Isn't, Why Is It?
If something isn't a joke
Why are we obligated to laugh at it?
If something isn't there
Then why do we feel forced to see it?
If something isn't true
Why are we ridiculed if we don't believe it?
If something isn't in our hearts
Why should we occupy that space with a lie?
In a free society
There should be no pressure
So why does one find themselves at a crossroad
When it comes to beliefs?
Silence
It possesses us all
It's what keeps the world at peace
It's what keeps the world at war
It can be a saviour
It can be satanic
Silence
It IS life
It IS death
It is the judge of life or death
In the court of liberty
Silence
It can hurt
It can heal
It is worthy of any opponent
It can fool any fool
It can trick any cheat
Silence
It is the devil's game
That he forces us to play
No matter who we are
But we can choose to be silent
Or we can choose to speak out
Voice ourselves and be honest
We can play the game with honour
SILENCE
By Dallan Bencharsky
Can't you see us, falling down, pain
Weakening us?
Can't you see you're pushing us around
Just because we're different?
Or do you think you're doing the right
Thing because you all think we're weird?
How about you give us the chance you've
Always promised but you never gave?
How come you always say that you are the
Good ones, never going back on your word?
We sit here, lonely except for each other, and
We have to take the burden, the pain of it all.
You should try it sometime, change something
About you so you're that much different, and then
Let's see how you handle all the pain.
Do you now see how we feel, or are you still st
Imperfect Star
What do I see
Am I free
From my perceptions
My predilections
I wonder
Tearing asunder
My fear of knowing
All that i'm towing
When I look
At lifes book
Knowing what I've seen
Is not what's been
Only a map
Cartographers trap
Not seeing the land
Only lines in sand
The space within
Desires pounding,
Lets us adapt
Our tired act
Letting us play
Live for today
Releasing the show
For personal flow
Do what you love
Know what you have
Imperfect star
Be who you are.
I hate you. I love you. by Drakeluvpickles, literature
Literature
I hate you. I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
You don't notice me.
You don't think about me.
You just stand there all quiet while the rest of us talk.
I'm the one that just stands there when away you walk.
You stare at me with no meaning at all.
I stare at you with all the meaning in the world.
You glance at me and then look off.
I glance at you and my mind twirls.
I wish God would make you feel my pain.
To know how much I need you in my own rain.
I wish God would show you what you mean to me.
To show you that you are only my everything.
It's hard to keep trying when your knocked down over and over.
It's hard not to let go when you know it is only
The enemy
In all evidence is time
It continues to pass relentlessly
Never stopping to give us a breath
It wears away mercilessly
Slowly but surely degrading our bodies and minds
The enemy
Is the most fearsome of warriors
It is impalpable un-attainable
One cannot simply
Pull out a gun and shoot it
Even as you read this
The enemy
Never lingers
It continues its tireless fight
Against us all
And all that one can do
In this hopeless endless fight
Is to foolishly dream of alluding
The enemy
My Eternal Curse:
Since the time I was awakened,
From the dawn I lived and breathed.
I have always walked alone,
For I carry a dark disease.
No matter where I go,
No matter where I'm born.
Always it will reveal itself,
Always I am torn.
The moon will shine from cloudless heavens,
And soon the change will take it's place.
My fangs will grow and fur will sprout,
It is my deep and dark disgrace...
Silverback, they called me,
Bane of men and beast alike.
Knights and templar, each and all,
Sought to have me on a pike.
I've killed so many countless men,
They are faceless in my waking dreams.
Bones shall litter the depths of my la
Pride
Why do I not cry?
Why do I not beg?
Why do I keep to myself
And wish very hard
That things
Had been different?
I have far too much pride
Believe me
If I didn't have
So much damn pride
I'd be doing things differently
I'd actually show you
How much I do hurt
How much I do care
But I can't
I try
But I just can't.
If I could dispose
Of this wretched pride
You'd probably hate me
But I'd be much more open.
And I'd be able to talk to you
And say to your face
How much I care.
Surreal Reality:
The tides that bind a fallen city,
Swirls of vision, animosity...
Lost beneath a silvered glass,
Watch and wait as hours pass.
You find yourself, now surreal,
Surrounded by clocks with a ticking squeal.
You walk to the kitchen, a hand you find,
A platter in which to place your mind.
The microwave dings, the toaster rings,
From the oven you pull, intestinal strings.
You stab with the knife, it ends in your head,
Place your mind into a toasted bread...
You walk to the car, you breathe in deep,
You look into your pocket; the bottle you keep.
You take a long swig, it's a magical drive,
Your soul falls asleep while
The soul is a curious thing
Born form nothing
It it worth all but that
It is the home of conscience
It is the home of love
But also that of hatred
It is the most amazing thing about us
It is also the most dark
It is is enternal
It is us
Self Righteous Suicide:
We're sleeping,
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
We isolate,
Each other,
As we walk alone at night.
We plot,
Unholy vengeance,
As we dream of endless death,
We hate,
Our reflections,
As we choke away our breath.
We sleep,
And suffer,
Tormented by our dreams.
Alone,
And frightened,
None shall hear our screams.
So sick,
So vengeful,
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
This life,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
I wish there was some way I could recalculate the aim of this toxic melancholy reverberating around in my gut. Like a subwoofer or Marvin the Martian's earth shattering kaboom, it echoes off the walls of my head and my heart, and it seems as if it's here to stay. Not to point fingers or spread blame around, but you are the reason for this. Not a bad thing though, I love you. And if these feelings of anger, heartbreak, and eerie mysteries are what come along with you, then I love them too. They will always be present in me, for every time you leave, I am angered. Every time I miss you, my heart breaks. And every time I think of what will be,
World Wide Suicide Note
I am abused
I'm scared to be myself
I can't voice my opinion
It's as if the way I act
Is no longer my dominion
I'm more afraid
With every rose of shame you lay
On the grave of my character
Which you dug yourself
You pushed me that far
When I tried to get help
You just left another scar
I am abused
These walls of pain around me
Are starting to close in
They're changing who I used to be
They anger me within
What more could you do?
That could pain me even further
It wasn't my fault
That my spirit was murdered
I am abused
But I'm not the only one
Who fades back into crowds
We are in hallways all ac
Silence
It possesses us all
It's what keeps the world at peace
It's what keeps the world at war
It can be a saviour
It can be satanic
Silence
It IS life
It IS death
It is the judge of life or death
In the court of liberty
Silence
It can hurt
It can heal
It is worthy of any opponent
It can fool any fool
It can trick any cheat
Silence
It is the devil's game
That he forces us to play
No matter who we are
But we can choose to be silent
Or we can choose to speak out
Voice ourselves and be honest
We can play the game with honour
SILENCE
By Dallan Bencharsky