How to start this story?
Maybe once upon a time
You lived as a great prince
And I a maiden fine
As maiden I was charming
And you the prince were smart
Youd taken just one look
To capture my maid heart
The ball was on a Sunday
And I had nothing nice to wear
Still you eased my sorrows
And dispelled all my despair
You dressed me up all nicely
Then didnt take me to the ball
A mumble about some other plans
In a 15 second call
But still I search the ball for hours
For you my loyal, smart man
Then on the bed I see you
With her- your other plan
Her name seemed not to matter
Only dull words on your tongue
There is the silence,
no musical score,
but we still remain
dancing by the door.
I could scramble eggs
and drink coffee with you all day,
But time hovers over us in a militant way.
There was the rush of gathering your things
and it's funny how goodbyes
find those moments
tucked away--
There are the missing pens,
letters, ticket stubs
swept under rugs, cushions,
buried in cupboards and drawers.
They seemed absent among our anger;
but suddenly I remember every hidden place,
every night we stayed up late,
It is the residue that lines my heart.
I become emotional
My voice contained,
but forget words;
it was our eyes that sa
It is the fallen lash
of their wakeful lives;
the shouts and sirens
and muffled screams beneath
fallen debris;
the memory of torn limbs
and ravaged flesh;
blood paved streets and
crumbling spires between
pillars of smoke;
paper raining from blackened skies.
It is what's left of skeleton steel,
a sudden battlefield;
sudden soldiers
with the singe of skin and sting
upon their heads;
and one can only hope that the gentle hand
of wind was there,
to wipe their brows and sing a song of peace
before they curled into the earth
and closed their eyes.
but you'll see nothing of the sort;
just another standing memorial, a tourist
All this suffocation creating devastations
Causing hallucinations of my whole creation
Damned to this perspiring world of Insanity
Everyone only caring for their own vanity
Plagued by today's world of exploitation
Everything is destroyed by our own discrimination
People Insist to have their own justification
Not caring that its causing annihilation
Our whole life has already diminished
The future generation are nothing but finished
How can people laugh at our planet dying
It's all our fault why is no one trying
diseased and fading by all this crucial pain
How long must we have this endless darkened reign?
We should be dead for k
Resting in this lonely cemetery,
Nothing now can bring it back.
Standing over a brand new grave,
My year-spent heart is cold and black.
The headstone bares no epitaph,
No verses of remembrance.
It merely reads, in simple script:
Here lies my childlike innocence.
~ Zach Marcus
Rushing river
Flowing cold
Falling water
Feeling bold.
Over the edge
Pouring fast
I clear the ledge
Free at last.
Falling quickly
Full of regret
For all the things
I've not done yet.
Landing hard
Still alive
How on earth
Did I survive?
Wondering this
I climb the hill
And jump again
Just for the thrill.
All to dumb
I leap once more
But his time,
Unlike before
Something's wrong.
I'm sucked under.
Struggling for air
I discover
Before my eyes
In various fonts
That you cheat death
Only once!
~Zach Marcus
Suicide is Painless? by relativestranger, literature
Literature
Suicide is Painless?
She's lying there
On her bed
The voices whisper
In her head
Nobody loves you
Nobody cares
They'd be better off
If you were not there
The blade comes out
It moves real swift
And carves up and
Down her wrist
With her finger
She sat and wrote
In her own blood
Suicide note
Her sister was
The first to find
Her crumpled body
Defunct of life
Her sister does
Not deserve this
After all
She's only six
Her whole life
The memory
Will haunt her mind
For all to see
The person she
Looked up to
Is now not here
Oh, what to do
The mother next
She hears the scream
Comes in the room
And in a dream
She sees the body
Her first