Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
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Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
Darkness
The pitter-patter of raindrops on cobblestones
when walking alone, engrossed in your memories,
your thoughts condescend behind you like a
narcissistic parent.
Vision changes, perspectives are skewed
downwards. A skeptical outlook becomes
a recording in your mind; when does it stop?
How do I get to this moment? Where did
I fucked up?
A flash of gunpowder, the mind lights up like
for the one instant where you felt hope. You
had an answer, but the voices keep coming;
smothering, snuffing; the fire is gone
and I'm suffering in silence.
The pitter-patter of raindrops on cobblestones
when walking alone, engrossed in your memories,
your thoughts condescend behind you like a
narcissistic parent.
Vision changes, perspectives are skewed
downwards. A skeptical outlook becomes
a recording in your mind; when does it stop?
How do I get to this moment? Where did
I fucked up?
A flash of gunpowder, the mind lights up like
for the one instant where you felt hope. You
had an answer, but the voices keep coming;
smothering, snuffing; the fire is gone
and I'm suffering in silence.
Johnnythefox
Que sera sera
- Nov 11, 2018
- 3,129
See all the People sad and blue,
I can feel them
And you can too.
They're only looking for relief,
From a world
Filled with grief.
I can feel them
And you can too.
They're only looking for relief,
From a world
Filled with grief.
Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
My Friend's Name is D by Xerxes
My friend's name is D and I'm going to tell you all about him.
He's the type of friend that has always
been with me, through my ups and downs.
He's a great listener and never lies, for he
never speaks a word when you confide in him.
He'll always be by your side, never leaving you
to your own devices, but helps you through the day
telling you it'll be alright, "everything will be okay".
We always spend the holidays together,
he gives me a cake on my birthday, and blows
out the imaginary candles, tells me how thankful
he is for having me on Thanksgiving...
But sometimes he gets in the way.
When I'm at a friend's house, he's there
sitting away from the spotlight, observing
then whispering in my ear that everybody
doesn't like me around.
When I'm with a girl, trying to start a conversation,
I can hear him in the background yelling at how much
of a fool I am.
Cold harsh truths mingle with reality, it settles in
deep, never letting you go.
I hate him, but he accepts it in stride and says, "I know..."
D never really tells me his side or why he's friends with me,
we just found a lot of common ground, and he understands
life.
Guess I'm just selfish for asking more, when all I have is D.
He's everything and will be here till the end. I can't escape from him,
cause he'll always follow me. Whether it be looking up at me from the bottom
of a bottle, or stalking from the shadows when I'm by myself.
When the world leaves me behind,
I'll always have D in my mind.....
My friend's name is D and I'm going to tell you all about him.
He's the type of friend that has always
been with me, through my ups and downs.
He's a great listener and never lies, for he
never speaks a word when you confide in him.
He'll always be by your side, never leaving you
to your own devices, but helps you through the day
telling you it'll be alright, "everything will be okay".
We always spend the holidays together,
he gives me a cake on my birthday, and blows
out the imaginary candles, tells me how thankful
he is for having me on Thanksgiving...
But sometimes he gets in the way.
When I'm at a friend's house, he's there
sitting away from the spotlight, observing
then whispering in my ear that everybody
doesn't like me around.
When I'm with a girl, trying to start a conversation,
I can hear him in the background yelling at how much
of a fool I am.
Cold harsh truths mingle with reality, it settles in
deep, never letting you go.
I hate him, but he accepts it in stride and says, "I know..."
D never really tells me his side or why he's friends with me,
we just found a lot of common ground, and he understands
life.
Guess I'm just selfish for asking more, when all I have is D.
He's everything and will be here till the end. I can't escape from him,
cause he'll always follow me. Whether it be looking up at me from the bottom
of a bottle, or stalking from the shadows when I'm by myself.
When the world leaves me behind,
I'll always have D in my mind.....
worldexploder
Visionary
- Sep 19, 2018
- 2,821
I wrote a gross poem but I doubt people want to read it. It's called "What's In Anna's Lunchbox".
Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
I don't mind gross poems, transgressive, suicidal, etc. But my mind wonders what's in anna's lunchbox.
worldexploder
Visionary
- Sep 19, 2018
- 2,821
Lol ok then! It is very transgressive indeed!
What's in Anna's lunch box?
I'm sure it ain't bread or chips
What's in Anna's lunch box?
Please just let me take a whiff
Fecel stains
Sweat remains
Musky scent
Hair and lent
Bacteria
Yeast area
Iron rich
Scratch and sniff
Tingle my tally wack with your with your Bic Mac
Order a number two, no turning back
I don't like mustard unless it's from you
Your special recipe will do
What's in Anna'slunch box?
Ammonia smelling bacon folds
What's in Anna"s lunch box?
Dingleberries, cheesy mold
I never finished it or touched it up Lol
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Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
Hmm I think I can smell it from here...thanks for sharing man!
worldexploder
Visionary
- Sep 19, 2018
- 2,821
Haha no problem man! Transgressive poetry is probably my favorite. Glad you liked it.
iHeartRockArt
Wizard
- Sep 21, 2018
- 608
worldexploder
Visionary
- Sep 19, 2018
- 2,821
Anna.
Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
Conviction by Xerxes
Conviction, the last fleeting thought as you
look over the edge of infinity, where death
whispers under your ears, cooing you to
make the final leap of your life, seem
like the best moment.
The wind blows chills down your spine,
teetering on the cement balcony overlooking
the city skyline and two hundred seconds
before breathing your last breath,
and closing your eyes.
Free falling, with death on your chest
pushing you downward towards the smooth
running creek and the world falls away,
with only the sounds of life's echo in your ears,
quieting to a dull murmur.
"...death ends in solitude, smooth as the river flows
...with the blood and tears of your woes...."
Conviction, the last fleeting thought as you
look over the edge of infinity, where death
whispers under your ears, cooing you to
make the final leap of your life, seem
like the best moment.
The wind blows chills down your spine,
teetering on the cement balcony overlooking
the city skyline and two hundred seconds
before breathing your last breath,
and closing your eyes.
Free falling, with death on your chest
pushing you downward towards the smooth
running creek and the world falls away,
with only the sounds of life's echo in your ears,
quieting to a dull murmur.
"...death ends in solitude, smooth as the river flows
...with the blood and tears of your woes...."
Aesthler
Death is the only God who comes when you call
- Sep 25, 2018
- 416
I imagine waking into a dream, the dream that never ceases to end. The dream where there is no more desire only contentment. Utter darkness, no sounds, no thoughts or time to waste and all things resolved. No more wars between fear and love just a single moment of unknown amnesia that makes us forget who we were.
Aesthler
Death is the only God who comes when you call
- Sep 25, 2018
- 416
My center, my glue.
The one who holds me together is you.
My love, my heart.
I cannot bare the fact that we're apart.
My life, my everything.
I lie awake at night with an unbearable sting.
My partner, my other half.
What I would give just to hear your laugh.
My darling, my dear.
If only I could turn the clock back just one year.
My center, my glue
I wonder if you're feeling this too.
The one who holds me together is you.
My love, my heart.
I cannot bare the fact that we're apart.
My life, my everything.
I lie awake at night with an unbearable sting.
My partner, my other half.
What I would give just to hear your laugh.
My darling, my dear.
If only I could turn the clock back just one year.
My center, my glue
I wonder if you're feeling this too.
Karl
Member
- Oct 14, 2018
- 74
would lose rhyme and rhythm, the essence if it was translated.
Eden2k
Experienced
- Nov 20, 2018
- 228
DON'T CRY!
Don't cry, as it burns my eyes. I'm sat on this bus, praying that nobody glances to the side, as I don't want them to notice that I'm dying a little inside. So please bus driver just drive, drive, drive.
Don't cry, be still it will only last a minute, but a 7-yr old child doesn't understand time when they are being pinned on their back in excruciating pain and praying they will die or hoping that it will end quickly, so they can scrub themselves clean, then revise for their maths test at school tomorrow, then play on the swings.
Did they laugh down stairs when they broke me in side. Did they high-five each other when they made me bleed and I thought I would die. Did they care that they had implanted their spawn deep inside, but I didn't understand, at 11 what was growing inside? Not even when it came out and displayed on my bedspread, laid out before me.
Don't cry, even though I'm a shadow of the self that God had planned for me to be, but instead I catch glimpses of the devil within me.
Don't cry. Did they know? Would they cry, if I died if they knew how I felt deep inside?
Don't cry, even when they told me I was bad, I was dirty, and deserving of it hurting. Pain becomes the norm in my world of hurt, where I only feel alive when I'm self-harming.
No point in hating the dead, but that is all I have left. I can't give that up, so it stays embedded deep in my head, along with the voices that hate me instead.
Don't cry, as it burns my eyes. I'm sat on this bus, praying that nobody glances to the side, as I don't want them to notice that I'm dying a little inside. So please bus driver just drive, drive, drive.
Don't cry, be still it will only last a minute, but a 7-yr old child doesn't understand time when they are being pinned on their back in excruciating pain and praying they will die or hoping that it will end quickly, so they can scrub themselves clean, then revise for their maths test at school tomorrow, then play on the swings.
Did they laugh down stairs when they broke me in side. Did they high-five each other when they made me bleed and I thought I would die. Did they care that they had implanted their spawn deep inside, but I didn't understand, at 11 what was growing inside? Not even when it came out and displayed on my bedspread, laid out before me.
Don't cry, even though I'm a shadow of the self that God had planned for me to be, but instead I catch glimpses of the devil within me.
Don't cry. Did they know? Would they cry, if I died if they knew how I felt deep inside?
Don't cry, even when they told me I was bad, I was dirty, and deserving of it hurting. Pain becomes the norm in my world of hurt, where I only feel alive when I'm self-harming.
No point in hating the dead, but that is all I have left. I can't give that up, so it stays embedded deep in my head, along with the voices that hate me instead.
Johnnythefox
Que sera sera
- Nov 11, 2018
- 3,129
I think that most of the greatest art has been produced through that persons suffering.
Johnnythefox
Que sera sera
- Nov 11, 2018
- 3,129
There are some people that you come across in life who leave an indelible impression on you. You are one of those people, I'll never forget you and your story.
Eden2k
Experienced
- Nov 20, 2018
- 228
Johnnythefox
Que sera sera
- Nov 11, 2018
- 3,129
So it's over for another year
A day of regret, sadness and beer,
I guess for those feeling fine
It was a day joy, hope and wine.
People singing and people crying
People living and people dying,
Nothings changed it's just the same
Another day with a different name.
People ask you, how do you feel
I'm feeling fine it's no big deal,
Some might know by the way you look
You're empty inside, like a wordless book.
A day of regret, sadness and beer,
I guess for those feeling fine
It was a day joy, hope and wine.
People singing and people crying
People living and people dying,
Nothings changed it's just the same
Another day with a different name.
People ask you, how do you feel
I'm feeling fine it's no big deal,
Some might know by the way you look
You're empty inside, like a wordless book.
Eden2k
Experienced
- Nov 20, 2018
- 228
Wow I'm loving your poem. Favourite lines, "I'm feeling fine it's no big deal, some might know by the way you look. You're empty inside, like a wordless book".
Bravo
Johnnythefox
Que sera sera
- Nov 11, 2018
- 3,129
Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
The Color of Death is Green by Xerxes
I wore bright yellow to a funeral
of black trenchcoat stares looking
like a ray of sunshine after a stormy
day. Though you can hear thunder
at the altar - words spit lightning
to a nonchalant audience.
My back row seat shines like
an undying lighthouse peering
into blackened seas: a will is read
and once still faces brighten of
dollar signs - payday is here
and it's time to cash out.
A psalm becomes an auctioneers
sermon as the roving black mass
churn like Wall Street holding up
raffles and begging for a piece of
American pie - I'm just waiting
for it to come crashing down.
Let them fight and their blood run
as cold as their hearts while I stare
into an open casket, smiling as my
reflection smiles back.
I wore bright yellow to a funeral
of black trenchcoat stares looking
like a ray of sunshine after a stormy
day. Though you can hear thunder
at the altar - words spit lightning
to a nonchalant audience.
My back row seat shines like
an undying lighthouse peering
into blackened seas: a will is read
and once still faces brighten of
dollar signs - payday is here
and it's time to cash out.
A psalm becomes an auctioneers
sermon as the roving black mass
churn like Wall Street holding up
raffles and begging for a piece of
American pie - I'm just waiting
for it to come crashing down.
Let them fight and their blood run
as cold as their hearts while I stare
into an open casket, smiling as my
reflection smiles back.
Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
The Man Whom God Forgot by Xerxes
You ever sit back idly by, stare at the
heaven that turned you down so many
years ago, leaving only vague vagaries
and summations of what life could've been,
if things were drawn out as slow punishment
in the form of blind love, fake mirrors.
Deep down, I still look back at the sky,
look back on life, knowing I can't go back
in history and change the course of events;
would it be different if I was born to another
family? Would it mattered if I was popular or gifted;
I guess it wouldn't in your eyes,
the one person that look down on his experiments.
I denied myself the right to live, the right to grow
up to be in your eyes, a strong accomplished
individual, though my veins run morose as london
fog, and it hurts my heart when I remember;
the faded memory, a beacon reflects this dirty pane
and shines deep, burrowing into the coal mine,
searching for any survivors.
Maybe my tears won't reach you again,
they always fall short of the silence,
Maybe this prelude will swing like the pendulum
of motion as many times as I will pace this will,
my steel cage, and I'll one day show you the
face of a man whom god forgot.
You ever sit back idly by, stare at the
heaven that turned you down so many
years ago, leaving only vague vagaries
and summations of what life could've been,
if things were drawn out as slow punishment
in the form of blind love, fake mirrors.
Deep down, I still look back at the sky,
look back on life, knowing I can't go back
in history and change the course of events;
would it be different if I was born to another
family? Would it mattered if I was popular or gifted;
I guess it wouldn't in your eyes,
the one person that look down on his experiments.
I denied myself the right to live, the right to grow
up to be in your eyes, a strong accomplished
individual, though my veins run morose as london
fog, and it hurts my heart when I remember;
the faded memory, a beacon reflects this dirty pane
and shines deep, burrowing into the coal mine,
searching for any survivors.
Maybe my tears won't reach you again,
they always fall short of the silence,
Maybe this prelude will swing like the pendulum
of motion as many times as I will pace this will,
my steel cage, and I'll one day show you the
face of a man whom god forgot.
agreement
Mage
- Mar 26, 2018
- 544
They have stolen my pen
and hidden the sheets
But I keep composing
in my mind
In silence I'm writing
The only words that make sense:
"Nothing has sense"
The only words that count:
"Nothing counts"
The only words that exist:
"Nothing exists"
and hidden the sheets
But I keep composing
in my mind
In silence I'm writing
The only words that make sense:
"Nothing has sense"
The only words that count:
"Nothing counts"
The only words that exist:
"Nothing exists"
Xerxes
Invisible
- Nov 8, 2018
- 936
Shadows by Xerxes
eclipse - a cirque de soleil of darkness,
while silence remains golden in the age
of stark contrasts: life is black and white
while the vivid portrayals dance in your eyes,
and you cannot reach out to their
shadow - fraught with perpetual solitude,
a feeling so solemn that the world circles
an endless loop: the end is the beginning
with fate hanging in the balance, whether
you're there or in the
light - fleeing time while a troubadour
relays your life story, frame-by-frame
from beginning to end: life is black and
white with a minute of vivid portrayals
before ending with a total...
eclipse - a cirque de soleil of darkness,
while silence remains golden in the age
of stark contrasts: life is black and white
while the vivid portrayals dance in your eyes,
and you cannot reach out to their
shadow - fraught with perpetual solitude,
a feeling so solemn that the world circles
an endless loop: the end is the beginning
with fate hanging in the balance, whether
you're there or in the
light - fleeing time while a troubadour
relays your life story, frame-by-frame
from beginning to end: life is black and
white with a minute of vivid portrayals
before ending with a total...
AhG
La vie est tout sauf un rêve
- Jan 24, 2019
- 313
Today between us there is no comfort.
I know you have been very deeply hurt.
It will take time for wounds to heal.
Lost and lonely you may also feel,
But let me tell you, days will come soon
When buds of our love will again blossom.
Hate can never conquer this great passion.
It will finally lose in this emotional war of this bastion.
I will then return all your happiness
And our true love God will always bless.
I know you have been very deeply hurt.
It will take time for wounds to heal.
Lost and lonely you may also feel,
But let me tell you, days will come soon
When buds of our love will again blossom.
Hate can never conquer this great passion.
It will finally lose in this emotional war of this bastion.
I will then return all your happiness
And our true love God will always bless.
Johnnythefox
Que sera sera
- Nov 11, 2018
- 3,129
I am no one.
I am no one, as you can see,
I am no one, I can't see me.
I am no one, no one you know,
I am no one, no place I go,
I am no one, no one like you,
I am no one, no one you knew,
I am no one, but you can see,
I'm not you, and you're not me
I am no one, as you can see,
I am no one, I can't see me.
I am no one, no one you know,
I am no one, no place I go,
I am no one, no one like you,
I am no one, no one you knew,
I am no one, but you can see,
I'm not you, and you're not me
Kdawg2018
Still here...
- Nov 10, 2018
- 272
A laugh, a clue
For the reason she isn't with you.
Not one ring baby, but two.
All lies baby, right from the start from you.
Laying awake at night,
In the bed that she bought,
Knowing that she had the same exact thought.
If only I could turn the clock back just six months,
Having done everything I wanted, it's true.
I don't lack ambition, but know that you do.
You were right, I regret the day that I met you.
My partner, my other half.
It's not me you don't like, baby it's you.
Look in the mirror, there are two.
I feel the sting baby, but do you?
Wondering how you could be so untrue.
Xoxoxoxo KDawg
For the reason she isn't with you.
Not one ring baby, but two.
All lies baby, right from the start from you.
Laying awake at night,
In the bed that she bought,
Knowing that she had the same exact thought.
If only I could turn the clock back just six months,
Having done everything I wanted, it's true.
I don't lack ambition, but know that you do.
You were right, I regret the day that I met you.
My partner, my other half.
It's not me you don't like, baby it's you.
Look in the mirror, there are two.
I feel the sting baby, but do you?
Wondering how you could be so untrue.
Xoxoxoxo KDawg
agreement
Mage
- Mar 26, 2018
- 544
I wish I could fly
out of my apartment
from the bed where I'm trying to sleep
down the stairs
into the basement
flying upright
with my eyes close
under the beam
ending with my head in the noose
out of my apartment
from the bed where I'm trying to sleep
down the stairs
into the basement
flying upright
with my eyes close
under the beam
ending with my head in the noose
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