Last Commented Sadness Poems (1,686)

I never care to venture away from home
thoughts of doom frequently roam
Despondent because life's so f*cking unfair
my reality is emptiness and despair

On occasions I must get out
interacting I'm fearful about
I wish I could just be invisible
whats out there defines why I'm miserable

Pain inside blanketed by joke
optimism forever broke
What I want don't mean shit
decisions always split

Don't know what or how to feel
what can I do to help me heal
I'm afraid about losing touch
Save me from my demons clutch

I don’t really care about how I look or even how I dress
My whole f*cking life, is one big shitty disastrous mess
Who really cares if I sleep all day or work out in the gym?
Why should I be bothered, for f*ck sake I’m no longer him.

Drugs don’t work anymore and f*ck I’ve swallowed my stash
I’m thinking what now, as day by day I am running out of cash
Maybe it’s time to get another job go back and work for the man
Because I learnt my answers, are not at the bottom of a VB can

Lots of others don’t like me, but hey I loathe the sight of me too
I hate looking at myself in the mirror; I make myself want to spew
I am just a fat useless f*ck that has dropped the baton mid race
It’s all now so useless and pointless, f*ck I hate the sight of my face

I’ve botched the lot because I allowed myself to let go and again feel
Looking back at my list of f*ck ups, I wonder what was the big deal?
Though, now I have to face me, and find yet another new chapter of life
Is it possible that I could just continue on and perhaps stay out of strife?

So here I am yet again writing, getting this shit out of my head
I’ll probably finish this verse and then f*ck it; I’ll just go off to bed
For as tomorrow is Wednesday and yeah the f*cking sun will shine
Come morning I’ll get myself up and everything will be f*cking fine …

HOW CAN MY FAITH BE PURELY FULFILLED?...
WHEN I CANNOT EVEN BREATH OR BE HEALED...
I'M BROKEN AND SCATTERED WITHIN MYSELF...
FEELING THE WINDS FROM THE HOT DEPTHS OF HELL...

UNFORESEEN SHADOWS HAS ARISEN TO STALK ME...
VOICES WHISPER AS I HEAR THEIR SECRET TALES...
FROM THOSE ANCIENT ONES, STORIES ARE TOLD...
OF A PASSAGE THROUGH STYX WITH SOARING SAILS...

AND WITHIN THE GRIP OF PASSIONATE HATE...
LIES THE UNHOLY TRUTHS OF AN UNKNOWN RAGE...
DEEP BEYOND THE VEIL BEFALLS A SECRET SELF...
SO, GAZE TO THE REFLECTIONS, FOR IN SADNESS, TIME WILL TELL...

HOW CAN I EVER GROW TO BELIEVE?...
DARK POWERS GROWING THROUGH TERROR EVERLASTING...
LONELINESS CREEPS, I'M SO ALONE...
GAINING IN ABSTRACT IMMORALITY...

THEY ARE THE DEMONS OF MY DARKNESS...
HEARING THOSE SCREAMS THROUGH NIGHTMARISH DREAMS...
APPEARING TO THOSE WHO'S TORN AND WEAK...
FROM THE VERY DEVILS WE HAD UNLEASHED...

AND WITHIN THE MISTS OF POISONOUS LOVE...
LIES A DEEP, DARK TRUTH FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE...
THIS IS NOT A DREAM, BLEEDING UNDER THE SPELL...
AN INWARD DESTINY THROUGH ONES SHATTERED SELF...

AHHH... THE SECRET SELF...
THE SECRET SELF...

No visitors today for the lonely old man
And time passes away
Away without a plan

No cards no candles not even a cake
It's early in the evening
But seems so very late

Now at his table with praying trembling hands
He may be the only one to know if it's time for him to go
And by faith he didn't go away without a plan

As slow to pain and so we go,
Strong be our motif but weak be the end of our day,
No one in this Galaxy can pretend nor actually with mort's addendum say,
We did not exist.
Yet...
We are all Dead...
(We just don't know it - Yet.

Harrow the Waning moon,
Life arrives upon the Horizon...
It is not as it was nor ever shall be,
Again.

Pierdut în suferinta nimicniciei mele,
Ca frunza de pe apa, ca fulgerul în haos,
M-am închinat ca magul la soare si la stele
Sa-ngaduie intrarea-mi în vecinicul repaos;
Nimic sa nu s-auda de umbra vietii mele,
Sa trec ca o suflare, un sunet, o scânteie,
Ca lacrima ce-o varsa zadarnic o femeie...
Zadarnica mea minte de visuri e o schele.

Caci ce-i poetu-n lume si astazi ce-i poetul?
La glasu-i singuratec s-asculte cine vrea.
Necunoscut strecoara prin lume cu încetul
Si nimene nu-ntreaba ce este sau era...
O boaba e de spuma, un cret de val, un nume,
Ce timid se cuteaza în veacul cel de fier.
Mai bine niciodata el n-ar fi fost pe lume
Si-n loc sa moara astazi, mai bine murea ieri.

Carried away in the anguish of oblivion
Leaves in the rain, the fury of thunder
I called like a faun to the sun and heaven
To let me die in peace
My presence on earth is a passing shadow
My life passes like wind, sound and light
I am like a woman crying in the night
The only sanity I retain are flighty dreams.

In all the world, who shall be the poet?
If only he was heard by the stars above
But not known here below
Or noticed by the sand, waves and tide
What does he leave for our time?
A poet being here today is truly a crime
As he should have died ages ago.

I draw the drapes
Shut out the night
Now the day has gone
And another battle won
What is this fight
It’s the machine which
Ever assails the itch
Which is to create
There is no time
When fatigue defeats
There is no quiet
As sirens split the night
Or dogs howl
In bright moonlight
Take heed for sleep
that little taste of death
Another day will dawn
And bear the tide
Of repeated dreams

I can only imagine how I make you feel
When my heart ache pours all over you
My pain outbursts
I am toxic
My venom is deep
My heart feels no love
My eye’s can’t see that light
at the end of the tunnel
And all I want
Is your love
Is your arms wrapped around me
And you telling me everything will be ok
But I push you away
That venom is too deep
I walk away
My heart feels no love
My trust is broken
All the mistakes I’ve made
All the people I gave my heart too
All the people who took it and crushed it
I pile that on you
The only person in this world that matters the most
Pushing you further and further away
I am breaking
My soul is aching
My love is vanishing into dust
With nothing else to comfort me
I throw everything away
And to my surprise
You are standing there

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A WOUNDED deer leaps highest,
I 've heard the hunter tell;
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it caution arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You 're hurt" exclaim!


Defence mechanisms

How can you look at me and lie as you do?
How can you sleep while i have to start over like new?
The words you spoke and the things you have done have wounded me to my core,
ANd people wonder why i want more.
I have cried many tears and have had to pull myself together,
To be strong on the outside while falling apart on the inside if people only knew,
The Effort It Takes To Do As I Do.
Pain Is Nothing New Just A Reminder I Still Survive,
The smile across my face thanking GOd I Am Still Alive.
THrough dark days and dark nights i pour my heart out and i know someone has got to hear,
How i long for the one to come my way and hold me so near,
HOw i miss companionship and the things that come along,
BUt more than anything i miss feeling like i belong.