Haunted Lunacy Poetry

We took our vows at the alter, promised to love and never falter. Sealed with a kiss, till death do us part, little did I know that  you would rip out my heart. Time went on  and years went by. Slowly our love, it did slowly die. The time has come, for this union to end. Wasted years, we’re  now only friends. With a poison kiss we both said I do, a slow painful death  is all we went through . On this blank piece of paper I write with  my pen a vow to never  get married again.

There’s a emptiness inside, a deep screaming void , a longing desperate need, for a heart, a heart that isn’t mine. Sobbing screams of wretched pain, escape my lips, piercing  the darkness, this heart of mine has gone insane. Save me! Save me from the whispers, the whispers that only  say her name. Fingers wrapped  around my heart, a gentle touch  of searing pain. Oh God please, please hear  my cries, still this beating broken heart.  Silence my unending sighs.

Bricks stacked one by one, / building walls to make me numb, / hide my breaking heart.

In everything that I say and do, my heart will be waiting, waiting on you . No matter where you are, or what your going through , You will have a place in my mind, and it’s waiting too. When you find love, Even if it’s not me. My soul will still wait, for all of eternity .

Building my walls high and wide, protecting what’s left  of me inside. Each new day brings a brand new brick, to hide this heart  that’s lonely and sick. Someday when love  seeks me and calls, I will be safely fortified,  behind these walls.

Waking breathless scream, / nightmares dwell beneath my skin, / calm them with your touch.

Brick by brick my heart slowly disappears. vanishing from the world forevermore.  No longer will it see the light  of day, or be on display for  all to ignore . trampled under foot it will no  longer be, safely hidden  behind my walls, within the   cage inside of me. So brick by brick, day by day. till I no longer feel this way.

Bewitched by her wiles, / heart held hostage by her whims, / never let me go .

I can write  the most beautiful  lines of poetry and  endless pages of  prose, but if my  words dry not your tears and fail to cease your woes. then they  have meant  nothing . 

Tears fall drop by drop, / so helpless to make it stop , / heart breaks piece by piece.

My heart beats in chaotic rhythmic motions, patiently waiting for a touch that will never be. For her heart beats  for another soul , and that soul does not belong to me. I write these words with trembling hands and an ache so deep inside.  I only wish to see her smile, even if she is not mine.

Kindred souls,  you and I, I pray our lips  should never meet, for the first kiss  always reveals, how are hearts will  cease to beat.

Loneliness is me, / held only by the darkness, / cry myself to sleep.

I will collect every piece of your heart that he breaks  away, put them in a box on my shelf and keep  them stashed away. Later when your shedding tears and facing stormy  weather. I’ll take that box  from my shelf and piece  them back together.

There is poetry in her eyes, words unspeakable, for their  beauty would render my heart still. There is music in her smile, a thousand symphonies all at once, angelic sounds  of heavenly chaos. No human dares to listen, for a mere mortal it would  kill. There is beauty in her heart, unmatched by any painting that Picasso ever touched.  A thousand brushes could  not paint it, for there is  simply just too much. Should my mind be at a loss for words,  I would borrow them  from her eyes. Should my soul ever  weep, She would heal it with her smile. Should I ever feel alone, her heart is where I will  hide.

There’s an angel  behind those sad eyes, and in those rare  moments she smiles, his demons tremble.  The angel hangs her head and cries., as he waits outside  of her temple. Her wings are wilted  and worn, For the battle has  been rough. She only wants to  be seen, and shown she  is enough . So dry your eyes majestic one, your tears should  never fall. There is a heart that  see’s your glow, and you will be his all.

Bleeding from my heart, / love is a destructive force, / I don’t want to feel.

Treat me as you will, / I am but a broken rose, / wilting at your touch.

Trampled hearts like broken roses, never mend or bloom again. The petals wilt and cease to breath , Only the the thorns and pain remain.

Vows ripped to pieces, / trust a distant memory, / invisible scream.

adulterous heart, / shallow words hold not the glue, / shattered I remain.

The moon need not shine, / for her light illuminates, / his darkest moments.

Look at me, an abomination  to the mirror, a broken mind and a hollow soul. a man unlovable with thoughts scattered in the wind, suffering hell for my own sins. Look at me,  I bleed, I cry , I thrust my fist into the wall. searching for a smile lost in the darkness, where  I left it, I don’t recall. Such woe and heartache, such suffering and pain. Look at me, a man left on his knees, so lost and so insane.

Tormented inside, / screaming quietly alone, / pretending to smile.

The things I don’t talk about, the things I don’t say. These are the things that fester, and eat my soul away. These things they rend and tear the inside apart, trapped within my rib cage, eating pieces of my heart. These things I don’t write about, not a single word.  Not a single drop of ink is spilled, Lest it be cryptic and absurd. So I close my eyes and  take a breath when these gifts the darkness brings. I leave them all unopened  and still wrapped, in the  corner with all these things.

I am nothing,  an empty scream that no one hears, crying out into the darkness to be saved, but no-one  comes. I am no-one, a ghost of a man, a lonely soul wandering in the darkness,  praying for his last breath,  but even God doesn’t care. I am but a whisper, an endless sigh from  the lips of the dying waiting to be silenced . no one hears me, no one cares. I am a ghost, I am nothing.

The darkness holds me,  It loves me so. It pulls me under  to the sweet below. It caresses my skin and tells me it’s ok, confronts my demons and makes them go away. It’s sit quietly and listens  to my tales of woe, and with a gentle kiss, tells me to let them go. It holds my hand and whispers this is the end, Now close your eyes and just let me in. There is much beauty that you have yet to  know. Follow me now, into the sweet below.

Bleeding quiet thoughts, / longing to just fade away, / my heart beats no more.

Weeping on my knees / wrap your hands around my heart / rip it from my chest.

A heart in pieces, / silent tears escape my eyes, / weeping for a friend.

Such a wild explosion of magnificent  words, She keeps inside that heart of hers. Waiting for her to set them free, Onto the page for all to see. Oh what a beautiful sound, to finally hear those words she found. She will feel the ink and heal her soul, pick up her pen and be made whole. Such a wild explosion of magnificent  words. The poetry within that heart of hers.

Pray to lift this curse, / harden my heart, make it cold, / cease my soul to care.

Disappearing soul, / escape this abhorrent skin, / forever a curse.

Longing to matter, / desiring to be missed, / still I weep alone.

Noises in my head, / silent screaming thoughts of you, / pray for endless sleep.

Waiting for a whisper, to tell me I’m ok. Waiting for the gentle words, to color these  feelings of grey. The demons in my head they tell me, that no one  really cares. So I’m waiting  for a whisper to tell me  someone’s there. I know my mind is telling  lies, and filling me with fear, but still I long to hear those  words, “I will always be right  here.”

The fear lies quietly  beneath my skin, afraid of the ghosts behind your eyes. Afraid to be haunted once again, your revenant it screams and terrifies. My sins remembered, I can never forget. For your ghost it whispers, I’m not done with you yet.

Splintered broken soul, / dark screaming chaotic mind, / silent, slow decay.

Stars fell when her gaze  fell upon them, for they  could not compete with  the beauty in her eyes. The moon grew dark  and gave up its light , for she was enough  to light the way. The devil bowed and  backed away, for not  even he could destroy  a soul such as hers . God rested and looked upon her for he had  created the perfect  angel.

Heart ceases to beat. / Awkward eyes, they bleed me so. / Kill me with your kiss.

Hesitant to breath. / My heart beats inside it’s cage. / Sweet release awaits.

The demons inside of me, they sink their teeth so deep. Devouring my flesh from the  inside out, I still feel them  when I sleep.  The screams inside my head, they bring me to my knees. What’s left of me is dying , It’s getting harder to breath . So I pour a drink to numb the pain, and drown the demons within. I might as well pour it down  the drain, for, my demons have learned to swim.

Poets view the world differently, the beauty it portrays. The way the leaves fall from the  trees, and majestically decay. Every sunset a thousand words, Every raindrop a phrase , Every snowflake a million  syllables, arranged in ink  to amaze.

Do they think me mad? Do they  judge me insane? Do they hang me from the gallows,  for this tragedy Inside my brain? With  their wretched fingers they point, and with their condemning eyes  they stare. their trial has been  decided unjust and unfair. Do  they seek to lock me away for these words that I write?  Will they come to slay their devil under the darkness of night.  No! I will pick up my pen the  poet said, and fight to the  death with these words inside  my head. I will drown them in  the ink of my sorrow and my pain.  I will rend their soul to pieces and  make them love me once again. I ask again. Do they think me mad?  I think they do, For, these words that I write, I write about you.

Come one, come all, join my  cult of poetry, we will surely  have a ball. Kool aid and cookies   will be had by one and all. We will   arm ourselves with pens , and slay   them with our words. We will use our tears as ink, and  write until it hurts. Later we will will read from the  works of Edgar Allen Poe, this will  be the last holy book that you will  ever know. We will spend our day  reciting this sacred, holy verse,  then later in the evening things  will get much worse. We will  place our pens on the table   and end this silent war, and   lift our cups of kool aid,  to quote the raven, we will be  “never more”. 

I will not be blocked! The poet said. There must be more demons inside this mad head. They live In every sigh  and thought that I think, but yet they   refuse to come out in this ink. The voices they whisper, on deaf ears they fall, for I can write nothing, nothing at all. I scream to the heavens, please purge me of sin! Please let me write those dark words again. Gone is the madness I once held so dear, It once filled these pages with tragedy and fear . So I pick up my pen and stare at the wall, but the devil inside me doesn’t  come when I call, for I can write nothing, nothing at all.

Of all the haunted places I have been through, Nothing could prepare me for the ghost of you . Wandering lost in a world divine, Seeking the spell to make your spirit mine. Searching through pages in libraries of arcane, but no magic can bring you back from your spiritual  Plane. So I look for your ghost, And my eyes, they cry, but I only find rooms now empty inside. So I sit and I wait hoping you will soon haunt me again. My beautiful curse, My specter, my friend.

You followed me,  I thought you cared. I followed you back, then you were no longer there. I cry to the heavens oh god why me, what have I done for you to leave me be. How will I go on without you in my stats. The desperate ones of Instagram, Oh well that is that.

There are days when my mind screams with rage, and I lock  myself inside this cage, but you bring the keys  and set me free, and command the demons to leave me be. You’re always there when I push you away, and always know the words to say. Sometimes I’m broken  and need to mend, but you remind me it’s not the end.  So thank you for always being there, for unconditional  love and endless care. The devil inside can never win, when by my side is my  best friend.

Words mean nothing. The poet said as he slammed his book shut and tossed his pen   to the floor. Just noise, syllables of   a discontent madman, and nothing   more.  Just phrases sculpted by our demons,  letters shaped from our screams. Quiet utterances of our deepest fears , Fuzzy memories of our distant dreams. The ink will dry, the pages will rot. We will die and they will remember us not. Words mean nothing the poet said  as he picked his pen up from the floor  and opened his book, but her,  she means everything, he said as he began to write once more .

In the darkest forest the black orchid blooms. With petals of never ending sorrow, for no light it consumes. It’s sepals are wilting, by no hands it’s been touched , choked by the shadows,  longing to be clutched. It muses in silence,  that it could be a rose, but alone in this darkness the black orchid grows. Oh, to have lips that could  speak, or eyes that could cry. For then it would weep, and let out a sigh, but in this dark forest the black orchid blooms, amongst these dead trees, It’s death so soon looms.

If Ghosts could speak, they would whisper your name. Haunting my soul  with reveries of shame. The wistfully speaking  specters, they would  torment me so, with  musings of mental  anguish that will never let me go.  It would be my hell, my consequence to reap. To be all alone with these ghosts that  could speak.

Every ache of the poets heart, Spills ink onto the page that  rip our souls apart. Every stroke of the poets pen, bleeds syllables that make us feel, time and time again. Every tear the poet cries, is shed for us, as his soul dies, and when the poets writing  is through, He hopes you feel that you  would of loved her too.

Head full of whispers, / toxic thoughts invade and kill. / Mental illness screams.

The siren temptress joyfully sings of haunted, quiet, fragile things. Her voice on the wind, lost souls it brings, to meet their death  beneath her wings.  She patiently waits and sings her songs, into her grasp each victim is drawn. Heart torn from chest, flesh ripped from  bone. The last sound they heard was her  sweet siren song.  So beautiful, the enchantress ,   such a sight to behold , but   within her chest a heart beats so   cold.   Cover your ears,  and avert your eyes.  For, her kiss is deadly,  her touch, your demise.

She reaches for her halo, but never can she touch. The heavens have cast her out, now her demons are her crutch. She dresses in her madness, and unfurls her tattered wings. She tries to fly, but sadness, won’t let her do these things. An angel bound to roam  this earth with a wilted  broken soul. Seeking only the gentle  solace, of her halos golden glow.