"How many scars did you justify because you loved the person who was holding the knife?"

#I’m the knife because I wanted you to grasp me and I thought finding my body would be easier if I were outside it- when it scarred.#I’m a knife because I needed to bleed the world without admitting that I was a tool #i thought it was better to be violent than scared #but I directed that at myself and now I’ve realised #i was wrong; too #to hurt myself #I’ve got to answer to the fact that I’m not just metal; I’m also a whittled wood handle of a tree that was cut down in its prime #To the fact that I didn’t have to taste flesh. That I could be good without being perfect #that punishing myself was like flaying the people who were trying to hold me still when I was hysterical #To how sometimes I was hurting myself to see the skin part and not to enact justice #to how sometimes I went overboard in holding myself accountable.#<- oh my goodnessssss #this is really good <3333 #saved #fav fav fav #prose poetry #poems on tumblr #tumblr poetry #spilled poetry #sad poetry #poetry prompts #this is me #personal aesthetic #kaleb aesthetic #poetry inspiration

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hell-litwrites

I'll write again,

When I'm no longer hurt.

.

When writing doesn't feel like tearing myself open,

When my ink is something other than my blood,

When I have more than just my horrors to show.

.

I'll write again,

At least I hope so,

I'll write about butterflies,

Or the sky,

Or love and hope.

.

I'll write some other day,

Today I'll just bleed,

And let the words be blood stains,

That just show my horrors.

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Don't confuse me for a poet,

I'm just hurt.

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Fault

I whispered to the night,

'I lost another battle.'

I tried will all my might,

but it didn't really matter.

It was the same story,

it was the same night.

Stars were twinkling above,

while I was left behind.

The same question lingered,

in this heart of mine.

Why my promise of "Always",

again got lost in time?

I sat there for hous,

alone and pondered why.

No answer came to me,

only the wind swept by.

Was it really not meant to be,

or was it my fault?

Tell me, my dear, was it me

or were the stars set by default?

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“Just one cut,” You whisper. You assure me, “Not too deep.” But every time you desecrate, I dread an endless sleep. I know not what to say, Nor anything i could write To stop this self-violation, And keep you in my sight.

*not finished yet* *currently just a work in progress*

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bean-doodle

You are a masterpiece, perfectly put together, a true work of art.

I am a child's scribbled drawing, lines messy and incoherent, page torn and sticky.

I was never perfect, could never be. For all my trying, my lines stayed a mess, I could never tape myself back together. Yet you saw something I could never see.

You point to the messy lines, made from broken crayons snapped pencils, and somehow say 'That's beautiful'

You, in your seemingly infinite beauty, seem to find sense in my scribbles and torn paper

You think the mess that l am is art, something worthy of your attention, your affection.

I will never fathom, can never fathom, how.

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1-800-latenight-blues

sometimes i wonder if in an alternate reality we’d still be friends.

kaleb-is-definitely-sane

I miss you, earnestly long for you. My heart is filled with an agonizing desire A blazing fire many waters cannot douse A passion this weary soul cannot house. And yet we are separate, Not together forever But kept apart, together never. Our hearts, separated by oceans and hours, Trapped in prisons of pink flowers. If it were up to me, I'd wish our roses red - Light or dark, alive or dead, It wouldn't matter - not to me - So long as they were red, so long as we were free. I tell you, I would if I could, Paint them with my love, Marinate it in my blood, But I shouldn't, I know I couldn't. I tell you I don't care if they're Black or Blue, Pink or Yellow, Blood Red or White as Snow. But you know, I know, we all know That's not how the story goes. Because truth be said Pink or Red. I. Am. Dead.

-A Prison of Roses

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Take my hand and pull me away from this place

It looks like together there's nothing we can't face

Whether we're in the busiest city or loneliest garden

Having you is something I never wish to end

Losing you would be losing a part of me

Let's never let this be

I want to hold you in my arms

And never be apart

Take me away from this lonliness

It scares me and fuels my emptiness

I wish that I could be completely blunt with you

Then maybe I'd know for sure if you feel it too

#poems and poetry #my poet princess #sad poetry #love poems

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didweunravelalongtimeago

See You

I see you

I see you when you're happy

When your smile and your laughter is infectious

When everyone wants to be around you because you're like the sun

And there we are, orbiting you

I see you

I see you when you're on top of the world

When everyone is telling you you've won

There you are, riding the high of everyone's love for you

I see you

I see you when you fall

When you feel like a failure, when you feel like you let everyone down

The look on your face you try to hide

But I can see it, and I can see what you're hiding inside

I see you all the time, the good and the bad

And all I ask from you

Is to see me sometimes too

#love poem #sad poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #poem #poet #spilled poetry #sad poetry #poems and poetry #poetic #love poetry

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hell-litwrites

Running far away,

Hoping to be found,

It makes no sense,

Where am I?

Kinda lost,

I see hope,

But it's too blurry,

Hate holds my hand,

I let it lead me,

And the world turns dark,

A terrible silence settles,

Am I too lost?

Am i too lost?

Silence is what i found,

When I needed a family,

When i wished for a friend,

Darkness creeped around,

Now in darkness and silence,

I am found,

And

I am lost.

lilacwitch011019

You too?

Strange...

I hoped I was the only one,

The only one life's been cruel to...

But now that you're here,

Hold my hand,

Maybe,

And I'd be a fool to promise this,

But maybe,

There's a way out.

Or maybe there isn't,

But,

Won't it be better,

To hold someone's hand?

I always knew,

Heard Sounds in the silence,

Saw light in the darkness,

And thought,

Well, There must be others too,

Was to scared to reach out

Hold your hand and promise you too,

We will find a way out,

And have each other's back,

All the way through,

And when we enter the light,

And When this tunnel ends,

I will hug you goodbye,

And say "see you soon"

kaleb-is-definitely-sane

I love whenever someone posts a poem and then someone else reblogs it and continues the poem. It's so beautiul and wholesome <3

#yeah lilac this is about you #i love you #poem #poetry #poems #spilled poetry #sad poetry #spilled feelings #spilled words #spilled ink #spilled poem

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I am a fucking child,

And all I ever do is cry.

And I live inside my phone,

And life has been a fucking toll.

My friends tell me that I'm insane,

And I really love the rain.

Clap your hands if you are like me,

Clap your hands if you'll pay for my therapy.

kaleb-is-definitely-sane

I’m crying. Again. I’m crying and longing For a semblance of tenderness. Longing for a gentle love I never knew to miss. Illusions, of family and friends, They oppress and distress my heart. Trapped in a labyrinth — surrounded By a thousand skulls in the dark. I’m beyond mad — I’m insane there's no doubt, Longing for a way out. But the voice in the dark shouts: “There’s no way out, child, No way out.” All that’s left is a sadness. A pleading For an empathy in someone’s heart. A part of my longs to visit the Gardens of Death To visit the one who receives many guests. But I’m not dead. Not yet. I’m in desperate need of rest. I’m too weak to move Forced into constant solitude Hungering for help not just drink and food. No mortal medicine will help so, please, don’t give. Please, God, I’m simply looking for the will to live.

No Way Out