A Banshee’s Cry – Day 65, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Noise…Noise!Noise I do not have a choice to tune out,Peevades my atmosphere as I grow more annoyed,Annoyed,And annoyed… If it's War they want,Then War I shall not shy away from!So what if they're fueled by the thought of my defeat?With a drive where God grabs hold of a wheel steered for me,Why would I ever... Continue Reading →

Binging On The Thought Of Death

What got me through a day of work?The possibility of killing myself after clocking out.Honestly,My only source of motivation as I'm nodding out every few seconds since it's taking everything I got in me!To…End the night,Without blood splatter in sight,Regardless of how desperate I am to,Die… What?Would you rather read the words of a liar... Continue Reading →

Just Waiting To Die

Sometimes,All a person wants is to be acknowledged.With love and open arms from someone they've known for the longest.But,Life seems to go on without a single thought for me.Not a single person in my life that calls me to say,"Hi!How are you?Just to see how I am doing.Not a single hug to keep me from... Continue Reading →

Will I Survive? 1.

Distant even if I don’t want to be. But, as much as I long for someone’s touch, I’ve had to keep far away from everything. People, poetry, sports, work to some degree. Everything. I’ve had to clear my mind of all the lies I’m told each time I bother reaching out for any kind of... Continue Reading →

Time To Stop The Party!

On some days,There are no words.Just,A thought you don’t want to have,Along a ball of angst ballooning inside of your chest,Until it pops!And,Takes you down with it,As hope begins deflating slowly,But surely.The one moment your demons find worthy to dance together,Hold hands and celebrate… Yet,Their celebration ends when you decide to shut off their stereo... Continue Reading →

Blank Stare

Sometimes,All I can do is sit down and stare into space with a face more blank than a canvas painters are afraid to touch.Feel pinned against a wall with a dagger as big as my list of mistakes throughout the last three years of my pathetic existence.Seemingly possessed by a vengeful spirit too exhausted to... Continue Reading →

Helping Handz

Not a single body of water exists where you can't drown.So,While you're swimming deep inside a profusion of tears poured by tear ducts,So exhausted from crying,Notice how peers duck your need for love,As your lungs become engulfed by every globule of sorrow left in your weary eyes...Just,Lay dead on the bottom floor.And,Witness God's hand drag... Continue Reading →

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