A friend accidentally got me into writing. Now I can't stop!
Screams of regret hang at the lobe of my ear Inaudible to an angel with no ties to the living Listening for something to acknowledge its existence
By Daniel Freeman about a year ago in Poets
The bleeding hands of a broken heart Tear open their wounds to see her Forgotten face ripped apart As I let my blood stir
Trigger warning: self harm, suicide. I do not condone what is said in the poem. Dear third wheel, I have one friend and he’s trying to Leave me.
By Daniel Freeman 3 years ago in Poets
Hold in your hands’ prospective creases However much you want of Heaven’s luminous gift to our kind Held together in a perfect sphere
Boiling Wisp of sustenance Burns and ravages mother’s home Mankind’s duality // Condensation Base of life’s matter
Face retribution Optimally served frozen For blue sustenance
I was the king of the world For all of three days And everyone forgot me within two But it was such an excellent reign
I’ve just arrived and I already feel so Out of place here Everyone else dressed disco style, While I’m here with an old suit that
Everyone goes one by one to the bar To show off what they can do, which I can’t So each and every one is a known star While I stay back here, to myself I chant
Why can’t I stand upright When I’ve already cut the rope That squeezed my neck tight Shouldn’t I be at the top of the slope
Are you truly the only friend I’ve got? You, who exiled me to destitution? Now you’re alone. Now it’s your turn to rot.
Shackled to the bed, doubtful I’ll ever go. Keep it to myself. Force it to fall asleep. If I’ll be able to leave, I’ll never know.
