Cover image for post Losing Your Self to Yourself, by Leftyguitarist9

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Losing Your Self to Yourself

You get so tired that you can't even stand up.

You become so burdened that you don't know how to function.

You run away from everything.

You hide yourself in the cracks of your pain.

You let go of all that afflicts you.

You lose yourself inside of your emotions.

You release all of your fears and frustrations.

You, in those moments, find yourself.

You discover how beautiful and strong you are.

You realize how ugly everything else is.

You recognize that even when you're alone, you have yourself.

MichaelHall

192 reads

Empty Space

Going to bed alone,

Seeing that empty space,

Both in my heart and beside me,

Wishing evermore that there was someone,

To fill those empty places,

But unlike fair tales,

There is no happy ending,

And so,

Loneliness isn't a passing thing,

It's here to stay.

- Michael Hall

Lsu11

146 reads

Red wine stains her dress

Cigarette burns adorn her flesh

Scars drawn upon her wrist

Slurring swears

Confessions rest

Unable to admit

A life in ruin

Self obsessed

Laying on the solid ground

A lifeless body

The morning found

Lsu11

111 reads

Shhh the wind speaks

Empty cradle

Asleep in grave

Roses

Lilies

Rest in place

Curse the heavens

As we weep

Met with silence

As the angels sleep

MichaelHall

118 reads

Can’t Help Myself

Sometimes I can't help but write, even if my heart just wants to shrivel up and die.

- Michael Hall

MichaelHall

156 reads

Washing the blood off his hands,

Wearing that demented smile,

Thinking back to his mos recent victim,

Of how they screamed in agony,

And of how their blood spurted and poured out of them.

"More." He said gazing into the reflection of his bloodied face,

Smiling all the more,

Like a madman at a buffet,

Only the buffet was potential victims;

And for him,

That's what life was really like:

A killing buffet

"More."

- Michael Hall

Lsu11

391 reads

You never know what happens behind closed doors

TRAPPED

By walls

Nobody else can see

DROWNING

In life

Surrounded in misery

BOUND

And cuffed

With no hope of release

BATHED

In whispers

No where is there peace

STUCK

In nightmares

Dreaming and awake

YEARNING

For a way

For this cycle to break

The_N

125 reads

Love

Love, is the true manifestation that heart is not only flesh but a bizarre ethereal substance;

Love, the only evidence that inside our chests we have a heart;

Love, is the only reason that impulses our heart to destroy its bony prison;

Love, the only poison that gives life or intoxicates irredeemably;

Love, the only word with thousands of meanings even more than stars in the skies;

Love, the easiest goal to reach yet impossible as death;

Love, is what makes truthful words drip off the mouths;

Love, only few know about it, and those, for which it is unknown, deceive;

Love, the only worthy rival of time;

Love, the only purpose for which this simple poem would continue without an end...

DA 2012

MichaelHall

143 reads

Writing Journal

I believe that every writer should keep a "writing journal", something for them to scribble notes, ideas, quotes, poems, even stories in, something that they always carry with them, no matter where they go. I believe that many writers would benefit from that.

- Michael Hall