responsibility: the silent killer by therealanonymous, literature
Literature
responsibility: the silent killer
I hear the muffled voices,
the rustling of the bodies around me...
yet the reality is that
the scene is only but
a snapshot of reality;
everyone is still,
locked into their state.
I hear the muffled voices and
see the blank faces that gaze at me.
Their mouths move but
no words escape them,
their limbs limp and inflexible
despite my screams
for their help -
my desperate plea.
I hear the muffled voices,
thinking I heard their promises.
Hoping that maybe one day,
they would step up and
help carry the anvil
that was crushing my heart,
my dreams and
my soul.
I hear the muffled voices,
and I realise
their voices are muffled
so they
Falling in love with the idea of love by therealanonymous, literature
Literature
Falling in love with the idea of love
Sometimes we dream of a love
that we think we deserve.
We meet someone and pin
all our hopes on this
particular someone -
they begin to fill our world,
for our eyes are focused
only on their movements.
Sometimes we dream of a love
that appears only in movies.
There is no common sense,
no logic whatsoever.
It's not that you have poor memory,
just that you only remember
things about that certain someone.
Sometimes we dream of a love...
so much that we make a terrible mistake -
we fall in love with the idea of love,
instead of falling in love
with this certain someone.
And after all this time
thinking that you loved
this certain someon
Splash, there I go -
submerged into the dark blue water,
yet perfectly still, not moving.
The air bubbles, one by one,
escape my mouth
and I remain passive, calm.
The chilling, smooth blue silk
brushes against my cheek and
I breath in the water molecules.
It rushes down into my lungs,
my eyes glazed, body numb.
Floating, my feet dangling and
my arms loosely placed.
The only air bubbles
coming from the colourful fish,
dancing in the dark ocean -
they dart about quite happily,
poking at my rather limp, still body.
I'm completely lost in the abyss,
all I can see are heads
turning three-sixty degrees
and joints moving in a rather
synchronised, perfect manner -
jolting to one side, then the other.
As I stick my left joint up,
they stick their right
and it seems I will never be able,
never be able to follow this
imposing army of bony skeletons.
I try to march in their rhythm,
moving my skull just right -
sixty degrees anti-clockwise,
then three-sixty degrees clockwise...
making sure I walk parallel
to those that stand next to me, tall.
Trapped, all I can do is pretend
that I know what I'm doing.
As I march in the scorching desert,
a poor and stupid sk
I am utterly infatuated with you,
it isn't your eyes, nor your hair -
but you; the real you
(and probably your sexy smile).
I can't stop thinking about
the little things you do and
the jokes you like to say,
the way you seemingly manage
to make me grin every single time.
I pretend there's a chance between us
and dream about the endless possibilities -
we can be in a relationship together.
But a dream is but a dream,
and I realise we'll never be together.
You take my breath away,
the same way the wind sweeps leaves
on a warm, cozy autumn day.
There's nothing special about you,
yet I think you're completely different
and you're always th
responsibility: the silent killer by therealanonymous, literature
Literature
responsibility: the silent killer
I hear the muffled voices,
the rustling of the bodies around me...
yet the reality is that
the scene is only but
a snapshot of reality;
everyone is still,
locked into their state.
I hear the muffled voices and
see the blank faces that gaze at me.
Their mouths move but
no words escape them,
their limbs limp and inflexible
despite my screams
for their help -
my desperate plea.
I hear the muffled voices,
thinking I heard their promises.
Hoping that maybe one day,
they would step up and
help carry the anvil
that was crushing my heart,
my dreams and
my soul.
I hear the muffled voices,
and I realise
their voices are muffled
so they
Falling in love with the idea of love by therealanonymous, literature
Literature
Falling in love with the idea of love
Sometimes we dream of a love
that we think we deserve.
We meet someone and pin
all our hopes on this
particular someone -
they begin to fill our world,
for our eyes are focused
only on their movements.
Sometimes we dream of a love
that appears only in movies.
There is no common sense,
no logic whatsoever.
It's not that you have poor memory,
just that you only remember
things about that certain someone.
Sometimes we dream of a love...
so much that we make a terrible mistake -
we fall in love with the idea of love,
instead of falling in love
with this certain someone.
And after all this time
thinking that you loved
this certain someon
Splash, there I go -
submerged into the dark blue water,
yet perfectly still, not moving.
The air bubbles, one by one,
escape my mouth
and I remain passive, calm.
The chilling, smooth blue silk
brushes against my cheek and
I breath in the water molecules.
It rushes down into my lungs,
my eyes glazed, body numb.
Floating, my feet dangling and
my arms loosely placed.
The only air bubbles
coming from the colourful fish,
dancing in the dark ocean -
they dart about quite happily,
poking at my rather limp, still body.
I'm completely lost in the abyss,
all I can see are heads
turning three-sixty degrees
and joints moving in a rather
synchronised, perfect manner -
jolting to one side, then the other.
As I stick my left joint up,
they stick their right
and it seems I will never be able,
never be able to follow this
imposing army of bony skeletons.
I try to march in their rhythm,
moving my skull just right -
sixty degrees anti-clockwise,
then three-sixty degrees clockwise...
making sure I walk parallel
to those that stand next to me, tall.
Trapped, all I can do is pretend
that I know what I'm doing.
As I march in the scorching desert,
a poor and stupid sk
I am utterly infatuated with you,
it isn't your eyes, nor your hair -
but you; the real you
(and probably your sexy smile).
I can't stop thinking about
the little things you do and
the jokes you like to say,
the way you seemingly manage
to make me grin every single time.
I pretend there's a chance between us
and dream about the endless possibilities -
we can be in a relationship together.
But a dream is but a dream,
and I realise we'll never be together.
You take my breath away,
the same way the wind sweeps leaves
on a warm, cozy autumn day.
There's nothing special about you,
yet I think you're completely different
and you're always th
A tutorial to write a Poem... by SorcererWithAPen, literature
Literature
A tutorial to write a Poem...
You want to write a poem?
You want to write a poem?
I'll tell you how it's done
Just throw around some rhyming words
Then add a random pun
You want to write a poem?
You want a lot of views?
Just take a famous subject
Maybe something from the news
You want to write a poem?
It won't even take a while
Just search some famous quotes up
'You'll find that life is worthwhile"
(Charles Chaplin)
You want to write a poem?
Well, you know what they say,
Just steal somebody else's words,
Change them to fit you
Different realities by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave, literature
Literature
Different realities
Surrounded by people
But still alone
Surrounded by light
But still lost in darkness
Smiling at others
But devastated by agony
Trying to enjoy life
But thinking about death instead
Before you kill yourself... by MikkiMarie, literature
Literature
Before you kill yourself...
Before you kill yourself,
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay st
I’m starting to count the days
until I call myself beautiful again,
saggy eye-bags and frizzy hair included,
and I’m starting to find poetry
in the glow of streetlights
as I’m driving at night
with nothing but classic rock
fighting through the static
of an old radio.
No matter how many mistakes
I make, there will always be something—
something warm and euphoric—
about getting caught up in
a moment and not caring
about the future,
and I’m starting to wonder if
maybe that’s what heaven is—
not a place, but a moment:
a state of not only knowing
that each second counts
but feeling each sec
Die:
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
Pressure:
You try to breathe, but you're barely breathing,
You can't think clearly; you can barely speak.
Your mind is filled with needless thoughts.
Your cheeks are red and feverish...
-
You know what you must do,
But you can't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you jump into a thousand distractions...
Mindlessly seeking the thrill of the 'anything',
You cringe at the progress of time on the clock.
And with lips gone dry from an internal hell-fire
You continue to evade what you cannot face...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd June 2013
It was approximately 13 months ago that I wrote my last journal entry http://therealanonymous.deviantart.com/journal/Thank-you-299777786, continuously updating it over the months. I guess it is time for a fresh start, a fresh journal entry, if you will.
There is always room for the amount of thank yous one has to deliver.
Thank you for the support and strength that you as a community have given to me. I honestly do not know what I would have done without those truly touching, heart-warming comments that made me feel that everything was all right with the world.
Thank you if you have ever favourite-d or liked one of my poems, if you have ev
I've been pondering for a long time...
How I was going to write these words.
I've decided the best way is to be blunt.
Thank you if you have ever:
Faved or liked one of my poems.
It truly means a lot to me
To know others can relate to my emotions.
I appreciate every single view, comment and favourite.
It amazes me to see how I have revolved as a poet.
Reflecting on my earlier works really make me shiver in disgust.
But I will still leave it on my deviant profile because it reminds me -
Of how improvements can always be made if you just look hard enough.
I may not post on your profile to personally thank you,
But I honestly do fee
This is to express my love towards one of the best written series I've ever read.
Primrose, stay strong.
http://therealanonymous.deviantart.com/art/Primrose-stay-strong-a-hunger-games-poem-287627596?q=gallery%3Atherealanonymous%2F30842443&qo=9
A cure for Peeta?
http://therealanonymous.deviantart.com/art/A-cure-for-Peeta-a-hunger-games-poem-289060439?q=gallery%3Atherealanonymous%2F30842443&qo=6
Blood to spill.
http://therealanonymous.deviantart.com/art/Blood-to-spill-a-hunger-games-poem-291865474?q=gallery%3Atherealanonymous%2F30842443&qo=0
A world of darkness.
http://therealanonymous.deviantart.com/art/A-world-of-darkness-a-hunger-gam
Will you mind if I add all of your poems into my faves? Because that is what I am doing right now... It is awesome, really... the things you write! I guess this is fate. I have had your dA account saved in my favourited websites for a year (or so) now and I finally decided to go through. Wow, really... So... can I fave them ALL???
Thanks for the fave. Have a llama Feel free to check out the rest of my gallery if you like! [link] And if you want to show some extra support then feel free to like my Facebook page! [link]