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mads Jul 2012
Like mood swings
on a pendulum,

My desire to give a ****
has gone again.

Only glass shatters
stop your plastic tears,

You're too **** precious to know a paper cut
I'll scream at you real world fears.
Jul 2012 · 586
After life.
mads Jul 2012
Though there is a beginning and end to every story
The human end is very different to normal
Now, now,
I'm not saying we're immortal
or you'll be a zombie until the world explodes
I'm saying there is an end, we will die
but our spirits live on through others
and supernatural explanations which are unexplanatory
(for my own vocabulary anyway)
I'm saying that one day,
we'll rot, be eaten by insects and be entirely consumed by dirt,
time will eventually allow our names to fade from paper
and dust in the wind will become our bones
but we all have that one footprint
that stains this earth forever
and we do stay here together,
We don't die, we just change shapes.
We leave our bodies and become something else,
we enter the empty space called death
to watch everyone else still breathing
with pink hearts beating.
Over tired rambling and such.
Jul 2012 · 963
The Basics.
mads Jul 2012
Go on, take everything, you want to
so do it, take the money from the drawer,
the pearls from the little red box,
the watches - useless with immeasurable time,
cigars from Cuba, take those too,
Picasso rares, Da Vinci secrets,
take them all, go on.

Take the whole world into your palm
with your last inch of weakness,
just squeeze, bare your white knuckles
drain us of the materialistic monsters
and with your weakness bring us back to us,
bring us back to this earth, with nothing but a clean heart.
I don't know.
Jul 2012 · 588
15 years
mads Jul 2012
In 15 years time,
I'll walk the streets of the place we promised to escape to
and I'll look up at the stars wondering if you see them now like i do,
I'll stumble over cobble stone roads, in the last stages of our memories,
I'll bump into foreign strangers, I'll be in a daze,
I'll smile politely as an apology and they'll do the same,
Time will have almost done its job of healing and erasing,
but in 15 years time, when I turn a street corner,
I'll see your face, ask if we know each other
and you'll reply with, "We promised to meet here,
just 15 years ago, dear."

In 15 years time, I'll fall hopelessly in love with you all over again.
Jul 2012 · 427
We.
mads Jul 2012
We.
We only sing the sad songs
and become too tongue tied to speak
our names so the thoughts fall from greater heights
as we fly too close to the sun,
absolutely in love,
with our feet firmly on the ground.

A town like this, with two of us stuck,
has nothing to offer in the ways of you and i,
I swear we'll be leaving soon
and the candles inside us will reignite
and shine
we'll be the brightest one day,
we'll be the brightest you'll see.

Take every memory,
and lock it under stolen breaths
so they won't know, so they won't know a thing
about the deaths
of our souls,
together we won't hurt anymore
but the memories must be forgotten
before they see and know
that there is nothing they can do
nothing they can do to save us.

We will love until forever
or until or heads stop spinning,
our heads are like the earth
they spin for eternity,
we will be infinite
though, we are already dead
in each others arms.
mads Jul 2012
Words that tumble inside my mouth
Stab my tongue like daggers;
I bleed so much pain.
And I really do
I really want to scream these words
From the top of my lungs
But they burst.
This is tragic, this love.
Happier than blue birds that sing
But it hurts too much to even move a limb.
Crippling love, oh woe.
Crippling love, you will save me.
Because as much as it hurts,
You'll still be my rehab, dear,
A love infested detox
Ridding my body of the demons,
The demons that cut me from the inside.
Say it. Say it. Say it.
I can't!
Two words too powerful
They inject a paralysis poison in my veins.
Say it. Say it.
I would love to, but,
I can't breathe again.
I swear,
I swear I'll learn to say it one day,
With my last gasping breath.
I don't know,
mads Jul 2012
It rains underneath the umbrella now, what have you done? What spells have you spun? No more, dear, I cannot take anymore. Eternal darkness traded for pain. I want the beauty of light again. And with my hand stitched to yours, I led you to the train, and on those tracks we died, under our umbrella of blood red rain.
It's not really a nursery rhyme, it just seemed like one to me.
Jun 2012 · 579
Them.
mads Jun 2012
You shake like a ******* crack addict coming down,
Yet, you've never smoked it in your life,
I don't mean to be obnoxious,
But, jesus christ!
Are you alright?
"Get out of here."
Pardon? I'm here to help you.
"They want me, and with you here,
You're in their way,
Go."
Who is they, lady?
Who are they?!
"No! Please! GOD NO!
No. No. No.
Ple-"
cough splutter urrrrrk
Speechless, I watched you choke
Twist and break your bones,
I've never, seen something so violent,
I watched you give in and die
To the voices inside your head,
And it was all their doing,
Whoever the **** they are...
mads Jun 2012
Spoilt, relaxation,
bubbles, baths bombs,
Those sweet smelling purple ones,
and the silence,
Ah the silence, but suddenly,
You're flooded,
Flooded by all the thoughts
you came in here to escape,
the small popping noise of bubbles
blocking your ear,
isn't enough to block out thoughts
instead they drown you
push you under
and hold you there,
you drown you,
are you suffering or are you coming to
your senses?
Under a spell of your own torment,
you can't stay like this
you've never been so violent,
Calm down and take me hand,
We'll make it, I swear.
I'm too tired to make sense. enjoy.
Jun 2012 · 446
Your hands.
mads Jun 2012
Continuing on like this,
would be wrong and
you would never understand
what its like to fall asleep at strange hours
and wake up violently
with the acid taste
of your name in my screams,
and memories drying cool on my pillow,
to claw at my skin
hoping your name will appear
in a permanent red on my leg,
swing from the ropes
that held you to me
at some stage before the present,
I can no longer hold onto the nights
you held me so tight
that I hoped I'd melt into your skin
becoming you so that you'd never leave
and your hands,
oh your hands, your hands, your hands,
I swore they would never go fragile
and your hands, your hands would hold me forever.
over tired rambling.
Jun 2012 · 860
I've broken my silence...
mads Jun 2012
Some sort of monster from the deep,
or the haunted darkness,
has taken its needle to me,
tying me to this surgeons table,
burnig in cold, cold metal,
stitching my filthy lips together,
digging its claws in to my lungs,
shattering my ribs and stealing oxygen,
Hands tensed, skin tearing on my knuckles,
I can't scream with my head in a vice,
constricting and getting smaller,
brain fluid will drip on your feet monster,
Thrashing about on the table,
like a fish out of water,
the cable ties around my hands and feet
finally pop and I'm free,
my tongue it taunts me though,
it wants to, but it can't speak,
Bones now burn to dust,
I crumble and it takes me,
stolen by the darkness
but i'm still scratching at the walls of insanity.
I'm just so frustrated with not being able to write or express and it honestly feels like my brain is constantly being crushed by a huge weight that isn't there.
mads Jun 2012
Right now, though nothing is wrong,
I feel as though everything is broken
and continues to break.

There is a constant war,
Between my heart, mind and soul,
Three usual allies,
That have now turned their backs.

At the current point in time,
Words, poetry and I,
No longer have that connection, or love,
We used to share.

It tears me apart,
To even think what I am about to write,
But I truely feel as though,
I am no longer able to write,
Or create art.

I will never abandon this site,
Nor will I ever discard poetry,
It will always have my heart.

Poetry is not a game,
It's an art, a love of words,
But I can no longer compete.
This will be my last poem for a while.
Jun 2012 · 632
Birds.
mads Jun 2012
There aren't enough hours in the day,
For every bird to sing it's sad, sad song,
And there isn't enough human ears,
Willing to listen to such *******,
The little wren's chirp,
Is only a siren song,
To warn you of the little things in life,
That people are yet to notice,
It's so wrong how feather's litter the sky,
But we don't fall down to devastation,
We simply catch feather's, adding them to our hair,
Birds are like the invisble beauty of the earth,
No one actually gives a **** about their existence.
I don't quite know.
Jun 2012 · 982
"Pink-haired parasite"
mads Jun 2012
"Pink-haired parasite."
I think that sums me up quite nicely,
Thank you,
But you must understand, sir,
That I do not wish to be clingy,
Though, I cannot help it,
But I am broken and destroyed,
From my past and beyond it,
Too many people have walked out of my life,
For me to fully understand that everyone leaves,
My head too rotten by hate,
To ever fully accept myself,
And this heart too shattered and young,
To ever know not to fall in love,
Well, atleast not so quickly,
I am this horrible mess,
And I will not blame anyone but me,
So I apologize, sir,
That you couldn't handle this "pink-haired parasite",
Usually known as me.
I don't know.
Jun 2012 · 676
4 a.m.
mads Jun 2012
Dellusional and scared,
I'm running from shadows that aren't there,
I can't scream in this haunted house anymore,
Walls are collapsing in on my lungs,
Ghosts have sewn my mouth shut,
Cobwebs have come alive and they're taking my arms,
Pulling, pulling, Tearing me apart,
Insomnia begins to sing as it tries to claim victory,
It has not won yet, I have not lost,
My limbs begin to bleed out as the clock tears at my skin,
I'm sinking into the floorboards, I'm sinking in,
Chuckling ghouls emerge from antique cupboards,
They dance, and the webs make me spin,
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Jun 2012 · 351
The meaning of life, 10W
mads Jun 2012
.                                                      I don't wish
                                          
                                                                ­          to read "Meaning of Life",
                      
                                                                ­     though,
                                                                ­                      tempting.
eh..
Jun 2012 · 490
The eyes of mine.
mads Jun 2012
A vile taste, they spat words at you,
They thought nothing but a joke of you,
But I saw it, I saw you for you,
I loved you for they way you'd smile,
The way your hair tangled, and your past,
If only everyone had the eyes of mine,
So they'd see beauty in people's flaws,
If only everyone had the eyes of mine,
They wouldn't have spat at you so violently.

And I swear, I shouldn't have been
The first to see you swing,
I shouldn't have rushed to bring you the chair,
Your spirit wasn't there anymore,
And when I cut you down,
I couldn't inflate your ******* lungs,
Why did I have to be the one?
It's all their fault, they needed to see you like this,
They needed to see the red beauty dripping from your lips.

From that day, May the 5th,
Not once, did your family ever speak ill of you,
Always cried and said they missed your heart,
On that day, May the 5th,
So many lies erupted, that they didn't need dirt to bury you,
In the first place, you shouldn't have been the one to die,
And they should have never told you to take your own life,
Too many times, you'd run away to me,
And I'd see the damage of the words they'd speak.
Today, I almost convinced myself that I could/ would no longer write... some strange thoughts have been winding their way through my head lately. Enjoy.
mads Jun 2012
There is no escape from the metal that fills the rooms
and taunts you in your sleep, whispering your name, waiting,
such a silly game it plays, a winning prize not much of a reward,
it is blood and close encounters with death
that keeps you dealing cards, just to see what one's next,
a yearning that drills your brain like a thunderous migrain
and yet, you still manage to sleep all day,
Ghosts are tired of bashing down your bathroom door,
you know painkillers won't stop it anymore,
they're real and only you can see them now,
I heard they're trying to put your body underground.
I should probably sleep more.
Jun 2012 · 778
We are destruction.
mads Jun 2012
The smoke from all the bridges we burnt, 
Pollute and burn our lungs, 
We'll run on empty hearts,
And rotting legs, 
This isn't the worst it could have come to, 
Ashes gather in our hair, 
Heavy winds picked it up, 
It travels with us now, 
Our past, has become us, 
Destruction, our past is destruction
it has become us, 
And now we fall, down rabbit holes, 
Onto rotting corpses, 
Into the arms of forgotten evil, 
Blinded by the smoke of the comforting drugs, 
And we breathe blood. 
This is us. 
We are destruction.
Jun 2012 · 1.2k
Today's youth.
mads Jun 2012
Stealing innocence from a thousand children,
we watch them bleed *****,
we know this is the end of the beautiful era,
where the only monsters that existed,
were in our closets,
imagination flowed through every vein,
kids could play on streets without a fear,
and they were all friends,
this is the beginning of something horrible, unimaginable,
this is the age of paedophiles,
eating disorder increases,
gun wars, ***, technology, drugs and knife fights,
too many of today's kids are being ****** into,
these blood splattered, ***** streets,
and we can't fight this movement.
mads Jun 2012
"I'll never let any evil mother ******* take you from me."*
Your arms like chains, I don't know if they're choking me
or if I'm just scared again, your eyes smother me,
but you taste so sweet, you can't love what is dangerous
and that is me, I break things and make people bleed
for all the wrong reasons, selfish reasons I don't understand,
but hey, take my hand and lead me to the watering hole
I'm nothing but a fragile ticking time bomb
waiting to explode in your arms,
I can't make another man die.
The rope you've been swinging from all your life
has held out brilliantly, 'til this little ***** walked in
and you can't see it yet, but there's an evil glimmer in my eye
and I suppose I am the evil thing trying to take me from you.
baby, I'll just **** you in more ways than you ever thought.
Eh.
Jun 2012 · 592
Drunken heart breaker.
mads Jun 2012
Twisted, dizzy and drunk as ****,  
lust took her hand, throwing her at you,
she's sorry for all the things she said,
she never meant a word,
she never meant anything,
she just needed to be wanted,
cheap wine and stolen beer,
feeding the beast,
and the vile bubbly taste,
knew she was gonna break your heart,  
A strangers lounge and a boy way too old,
a perfect mix for the best horrific memories,
if she drank anymore, I'm sure she would have,
taken your heart and ate it,
because she's a alcoholic beast,
tormenting male hearts.
Fever infested thoughts, enjoy the product of my illness.
Jun 2012 · 569
This is bliss.
mads Jun 2012
We always knew I'd be the one to drown,
How I was surrounded by confident people
Never really made sense to me, when I was so
vunerable and selfconcious.

I never quite understood how I always knew
that the water would be the only one to take me
and the only thing I ever learnt to respect.

They always said drowning was peaceful,
But it always seemed a myth
Until the seabed caught me, and ****** away my fears,
fears of the future, the past, the truth and life.

And all the burning suddenly stopped,
like the water knew how to put out the fire in my lungs,
The voices in my head, floated away
and the scars seemed to vanish in the salt.

"Death is just another adventure..."
They were right.
Jun 2012 · 561
Smoke
mads Jun 2012
Smoke that twists and constricts my lungs
is the same smoke that will blind you
And the ropes won't stop you falling
they'll just take you somewhere else,
the sadness in your eyes will never leave
and like chains it tightens around your head
Lungs won't rise and fall as mechanically as they should
and I love how your weaknesses are killing me
Because I never stood for anything
I've fallen for another life
I'm ashamed, these walls won't forget.
I hear our footsteps and I think,
How did we fade so easily,
How did we dissolve into the carpet.
Confused and tired nonsense.
Jun 2012 · 668
Last Night.
mads Jun 2012
We left the front light on last night,
Hoping you'll find your way home,
Through the fog and the beasts,
We didn't sleep last night,
We couldn't bare the thought,
We couldn't think,
Where did you go?
You didn't come home,
And we still don't know,
Like insomnia infested zombies,
We paced into the early hours,
All these worried tears,
Never, never scared us so much,
Then the phone rang...

Only to be a false alarm,
A telemarketer,
Who couldn't quite speak our language,

Once a bright home,
Now so dark and soulless,

A Tap.     Tap.      Tap.
In the early hours,

"Hello Officer..."

I've never collapsed before,
I've never screamed so much I've choked,
And I've never thrown up swallowed tears,
But they found you,
The police man said they found you,
Mutilated in a ditch,
By the park.
mads Jun 2012
I'm sick of dancing around in your pretty words,
Waiting for the truth; your point,
Say it as it ******* is,
Don't polish your words you negative ******* creep,
My heart doesn't bleed,
because your words, they don't hurt,
Your cheesy sorry songs never made sense,
Put down your diamond mask,
And give me your putrid words,
Try your hardest to hang me with them,
I swear, I swear I'll wriggle out of that ******* noose,
Don't ever think I'll crush and cave,
From your useless opinions,
You mean nothing to this brick incased heart and soul,
Don't be silly,
Your stares were never more than spotlights,
I love the ******* spotlight,
You're trying to destroy me?
Yeah... You and what army?
I'm sorry for the foul language, I'm over tired and sick.
Jun 2012 · 490
Dearest friend.
mads Jun 2012
You shouldn't think about death,
There's so much ahead of you,
Lips you haven't kissed,
Eyes you haven't met,
Hands you haven't shook,
Lives you haven't touched,
Towns and cities that wait
To feel your feet.
There's so much more.
You don't want to die,
You don't need to.
Your pretty smile needs to stay,
Others depend on it for their own existance.
People need you,
The world needs you.
Please stay.
Jun 2012 · 524
Cliche'.
mads Jun 2012
Lay our heads upon the track,
Hold my hands, We'll be just fine.
Patience, my dear, patience is key.
Together We'll leave this world, so happily.
Jun 2012 · 447
Creatures in the night.
mads Jun 2012
I promise you that tomorrow this place will be empty
And the creatures will form here again
Creating a new darkness and they'll wait
They'll bide their time and wait to eat your soul
like fog, their shadows will creep up
and ****** you away from behind
feast, feast they will on our souls
Dizzy breathing and broken clocks
the creatures time is coming
they're coming for us,
be prepared, like fog they'll take us
Oh god! they'll take us
Skies will fall and we'll be drenched in mud
Build a temple of souls, our souls
and it'll be tragically beautiful painted the colours of our pain.
Jun 2012 · 625
The Outcasts
mads Jun 2012
Broken bones and fractured skulls
How much longer can we take the heat?
They expect us to be okay
Under depression and the weight of the world
But have they ever measured it?
Our knee caps are exploding
We're falling apart
No ones ever done it quite so tragic
Hearts have never been so full of plastic
And so scarred with paper cuts
Swords in our eyes and we breathe
Through rotten lungs and sewed up mouths
Happiness and death have never been so similar
We have no idea why we're here
Or who we are, our heads are high
And bleeding from our ears
Filthy words and filthy judgements
We turn to the only acceptable places left
And they still don't apporove
Much of the drugs we take
And many of the liquids consumed
Are just for the relief of them
Those horrible humans
Who think they're better than us; the outcasts
Too bad they made us who we are.
Jun 2012 · 522
Unfinished.
mads Jun 2012
I swear I've never seen a more beautiful body than yours
as it was swinging from the roof.
You were almost hypnotic.
your whole life was always something of a dark show.
And i memorized your peaceful expression
seeing you happy, atleast, for the last time
It gets me dizzy and jealous, i think.
I think i'm just dilerious and beyond the point
of sane,
Help?
Jun 2012 · 499
Nonsense.
mads Jun 2012
Stab your hand, right into my chest
and pull out my heart,
it's for you, but i'm too much of a coward
to extract it myself.
When you're done ******* this whole city
I'll let you know i love you
Becasuse I don't think its true,
not just yet.
In this desert I'm suffereing
and tomorrow it will rain,
Tomorrow never comes.
My feet never follwed the wrong crowd.
Sit and bow our silly heads
forgive ourselves for never living
But I really want you to know I love you.
I'm too tired to make sense.
mads May 2012
Run away.
Come save me and run away.
Run away, *******!

We could leave this world for a better place
I swear one day, we'll find it.
We'll cut the dying smile from the earth's face
and eat that ******, on our journey.

Look into my eyes,
Run away.
Take my hand and run away with me.
RUN THE **** AWAY!

We're better off dead,
I can't live here without you,
The earth, there's nothing of it left,
Not for us anyway, people here will melt.

We don't need the shackles of their doubt
Their chemical words burn
But I swear we'll make it out
alive, alive and kicking. Tonight we'll run.
Tonight we'll run.
Tonight we'll run away.
May 2012 · 1.7k
Disgusting.
mads May 2012
I speak alot of the burn of breathing
and I dream of the day my lungs collapse.

Rot, rot, rot,
worms would have a field day with my decomposing body.
but even their digested parts of me
couldn't make a garden grow.
Over tired mind *****.
May 2012 · 540
Just another dream.
mads May 2012
"Gather 'round!
Gather 'round!
It's time to open this cage up!"**

In a circle we sat, mumbling of things
that never made sense to me,
smiling at the black sky in the middle of the day,
like it was normal.
Black skies aren't normal.
Slowly, slowly something inside me
begun morphing, changing
I lose control and these hands,
these fingers claw at my rib cage,
my chest, struggling for grip
They found it, and tore this ******* cage open.
Suddenly the spotlight turned to me
and everyones eyes are black
and they're dripping,
dripping blood, but whose?
Propped up against the brick wall
with my bones broken
and hanging open
All of you, coming in closer,
All of you ate me.
All of you ate me.
mads May 2012
No,
The last dim glimmer of self respect
Will not die out right now.
I'm sorry, Boo,
But I will not show my ***** to you.
You filthy excuse for a human.
I'll staple your eyes shut one day
Trust me, I will and I can.
Such a horrible, horrible minded piece of flesh,
Does it occur to you that you're rotting?
Claim to be Christian, but um...
Are you still a ******?
Haha, Don't say yes, you're a lie
And you had your fun between her thighs,
I'm so glad you never met mine.
May 2012 · 814
All the watchers are dead.
mads May 2012
Shedding skin,
I am choking in myself
And drowning in the sea of on-lookers, watchers.
Twisting and bending
Just trying to escape, i'm still trapped
And they're closing in on me
Vunerable and small.
I shrink into a microscopic thing
A bug, dust, a thing.
I shrink in my fear
But they're still closing
So I grow. Enormous
Bigger, bigger
Towering over the crowd
From faux confidence
I stumbled on the spinning world
Fell and crushed them all.
May 2012 · 878
Paper Thin.
mads May 2012
If she studies this shade of white any longer,
She'll probably become it.
And if She refuses any more,
Society will win, She'll become paper thin.
Thinner than her.
Thinner than him.
Thinner than all of us.
It's all that matters.
Breathing doesn't mean a thing
If it's not this painful,
Food seems to clog her mouth
And she struggles,
She struggles to chew, to breathe
Struggles to exist.
She bleeds for beauty that isn't real.
Waiting for that body to disslove in mist.
Paper thin. Paper thin.
Take me away, down the drain
Drip me down this sink like a faulty tap
Let me drink every other girl's selfish thoughts.
I want to change something,
I want to change someone, anything at all.
Paper thin. Paper thin.
May 2012 · 772
Precious Liar.
mads May 2012
Lie, lie, lie, lie straight to my face
And tear out my heart
It pulsates in your hand
But it's black, black and dying
Look at what you've done!

Lie, lie, lie, kiss me and lie with your lips
My love spills out from my mouth
You drink it,
It tastes so foul! Spit it!
Spit it out behind closed doors
Where I can't see
And lie, lie, lie to me.

Say it. Say the putrid words
I long to hear
Say you love me with no meaning
It's all I want,
I swear.
I just wish to dissolve in your lies
Liar, lie, lie, lie to me.

Plastic hearts always melt first in a fire
And darling, I guess that means you're dead.
Ghouls and zombies,
Precious creatures, especially you.
Lie, lie, lie to me liar,
And tell me you're alive.

Give me your heart,
I'll treat it well,
I promise.
I'll stab a ******* knife
Right through it.
That's all you deserve
You precious, precious liar.
May 2012 · 853
The things I'd do for you.
mads May 2012
If I could, I'd sing to you sweetly
just to mend your broken lip.

And I'd steal all the pirates treasure
just to heal your scarring hips.

I would burn every magazine
and modelling agency
Just to see you taste again

If I could, I would oil these rusty arms
just to hold you forever.

I'd paint a smile on you permanently
with the richest colour pink,

Sticky tape your shattered ribs together
and watch you breathe again.

I promise I'd guide you to the mirror
and make sure it reflects just how beautiful
just how beautiful everyone sees that you are.
May 2012 · 509
Take this to heart.
mads May 2012
You said yourself that the world doesn't spin for us
So, darling, why are you looking at me like that?
You're the reason I don't like eye contact.
Never sure if you're judging or wanting me.
And you're coming across as a child.
Didn't your Ma ever tell you it's rude to stare?
Ah, darling, talk to me to sort this out
Because we left this situation so broken.
Are you scared? I am.
Are you ignorant? I know you are.
And... Is that a bead of sweat on your brow?
I suppose -
The only way I'd know is if I was staring at you too.
May 2012 · 4.7k
Hippie song circles.
mads May 2012
Hippie song circles,
Twist and turn your fate
Show me what's beyond the eye
Taste the absinth and watch the illusions.
Mold me to this earth
And soak me in,
I want to be whole,
I want to be whole again.
Close your eyes and we'll place daisies
In your unbrushed, long blonde hair
LSD, LSD, oh, sweet drugs
Drink my soul and breathe me out as smoke
Dellusions, illusions
Take me back in time
I don't feel right.
Keep me in these guitar kissed
Hippie song circles forever.
May 2012 · 574
Your mind.
mads May 2012
Oh, pretty, pretty please tell me
You see me in your dreams,
And pretty, pretty please say
That in your imagination
I'm happier than I seem
Because I've alway been that lost girl
Searching this big world
And your mind twists and deludes who I am
I was never as bubbly as I came across
And I suppose that's why our bubble popped.
How did you make me seem so fake?
When I'm real flesh and bone
Just like you.
I could never be just what you wanted
And you couldn't stay as long as
I wanted you to.
make of this what you want.
May 2012 · 812
Three words to choke upon.
mads May 2012
I-I-I c-can't stop this stutter, t-this involuntary tremble,
And I-I can't seem to close m-my eyes,
Br-bright lights and h-****** screams,
I'm s-scared of this place that doesn't s-seem to exist
To the rest o-o-of the ignorant world,
S-stutter, I'm sick of be-being tongue tied,
Cut it out a-and paint these filthy s-s-streets
With a saliva and b-****** liquid,
I wouldn't mind, I-I'm a part of t-the ignorant world,
They w-wouldn't m-m-mind either.
Cut o-out my tongue and dis-dissolve my words
So I don't have to c-ch-choke upon
Thr-th-three words I've n-never s-s-said
Th-three w-words I c-co-could never s-say.
May 2012 · 725
Will you win or lose?
mads May 2012
I've seen you fall, sweety,
I've seen the earth open up
and take you,
I've seen you go through
the worst, feel the pain
and taste the drugs
I've seen you come down,
I've seen blood stained tears,
I've seen ear piercing screams,
I've seen you fight
But I've never seen you lose
like this before,
Don't give up now, girl.
Stay strong.
May 2012 · 686
It gets dark.
mads May 2012
It gets dark here sometimes,
Like the curtains have fallen on the last act,
seats empty and lights dim.

It gets dark here sometimes,
Like the last of a hundred candles
Has melted away to a mere puddle of wax.

It gets dark here sometimes,
Like the fog too heavy, blinding street lights
And late night walkers.

It gets dangerous here sometimes too,
Like standing in a violent protest march
As a kid from the 60's.

It gets dark and dangerous here,
I guess they call it 'Night'.
May 2012 · 320
The last thing.
mads May 2012
Here,
Take this,
It's the last thing,
I have left of you
And I want you to have it,
This memory of us, hiding from the world together,
Free and forgetting every other trouble we had,
It serves no purpose in this heart anymore,
And I don't think you should forget me again,
So,
Here,
Take it,
It's all I have left.
mads May 2012
Fill this pen with blood from the sink,
Bleed between the lines, let it soak me in,
Let all my pain, happiness, thoughts,
Become one with the paper,
The ****** blotches represent toughest times,
And the world smiles at the fading happy lines,
This is how I create my form of art; my poetry,
Every word is entirely me.
May 2012 · 501
Paint the world.
mads May 2012
My biggest regret wasn't loving you
no, it never was, it never will be
because I still do
but I'll admit,
my biggest mistake was
watching you walk away
from what could have been so
beautiful.
If only you tried.
If only you tried.
We could have had
this whole wide world in our hands
it could've been ours
we could've painted the grass blue,
the sky green and made this world our own.
But you let go,
oh darling, you let it slip through your hold.
The world smashed.
I held onto it only to be dragged down
to pick up the pieces.
May 2012 · 567
Waste away with me.
mads May 2012
The water washing over your currupt hands
will never, ever run clean, you're too far gone
you're too far gone, your eyes are black
no one can see you now, the cut isn't as deep as it seems
but, oh my, is it painful, unbearable, ineffable
it's time to swim away from this rip you're stuck in
break away, put the bottle down, spit the pills
and come waste away with me.

Pick our death, we'll go whichever way you want
as long as it's just you and me,
a train, a gun, a needle, water, a disease, old age
waste away, come waste away with me,
I know you're afraid to live, it's in your eyes
and, dear, I understand, but I'm scared too
of everything else, and I'm only here so you and I
are not alone, you can't do this on your own
I don't want you to. Come waste away with me.
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