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prettytatteredsoul
- May 9, 2019
- 1 min
Is This The Moment? – a poem about……….
Anxiety is strangling me forcing air out of my already battered lungs. I cannot deal with this distraction not on top of every other pained emotion I feel. I want these nightmares to end. Contemplating the pros and cons of life has taken its toll and it bores me, I’m finished and need it to be done, now. Yet, I am scared, unsure if I actually want to go through with it. Is this the moment when I die? NO! No, no, no it’s not because I want to live. They love me as I
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prettytatteredsoul
- Apr 1, 2019
- 1 min
What Have I Become? – a poem about……..
What have I become? Is any of this real? Slipped into the past No longer can I feel. Darkness floods me eyes Scratching away my sight Removed from myself I begin to lose the fight. What have I become? When I have to hide away Free from your vitriol Don’t expect me to pray. Blackened wounds on arms Mementos of a tattered life Pain filled bones and mind Battle onward through the strife. What have I become? Despising my own reflection Hating the imagery seen Damni
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prettytatteredsoul
- Apr 1, 2019
- 1 min
What Have I Become? – a poem about……..
What have I become? Is any of this real? Slipped into the past No longer can I feel. Darkness floods me eyes Scratching away my sight Removed from myself I begin to lose the fight. What have I become? When I have to hide away Free from your vitriol Don’t expect me to pray. Blackened wounds on arms Mementos of a tattered life Pain filled bones and mind Battle onward through the strife. What have I become? Despising my own reflection Hating the imagery seen Damni
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prettytatteredsoul
- Dec 29, 2018
- 1 min
Bandage – a poem about………..
Save me from myself, shield me from this darkness, bandage my angry wounds, help me to breathe freely. Cleanse my bloodiness, wipe clear my sins, stitch me back together, embrace my frailty. Infect me with a life, ingest what is within me, draw my blood together, then inject me into you. Sorry, I’m such a mess, I live off your soul, you give me tenderness, I’ll love you forevermore. #Love #painandsuffering #mentalhealthproblemsdonotdiscriminate #darkpoetry #despai
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prettytatteredsoul
- Dec 29, 2018
- 1 min
Bandage – a poem about………..
Save me from myself, shield me from this darkness, bandage my angry wounds, help me to breathe freely. Cleanse my bloodiness, wipe clear my sins, stitch me back together, embrace my frailty. Infect me with a life, ingest what is within me, draw my blood together, then inject me into you. Sorry, I’m such a mess, I live off your soul, you give me tenderness, I’ll love you forevermore. #Love #painandsuffering #mentalhealthproblemsdonotdiscriminate #darkpoetry #despai
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prettytatteredsoul
- Nov 23, 2018
- 1 min
The Man Who Cannot Swim – a poem about………..
Mental wounds don’t always heal. Not permanently anyway, they can remain prominent and so fragile, splitting open at the mere faintest of touches, pouring out negative emotions and abhorrent imagery, until we begin to fall into the cold waters of despair. Sometimes, we can fight against the tides of misery, swimming towards the glimmering surface, where we are pulled to safety by hope, wrapped in a warm blanket of calm understanding, soothed by a gentle embrace, tem
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prettytatteredsoul
- Nov 23, 2018
- 1 min
The Man Who Cannot Swim – a poem about………..
Mental wounds don’t always heal. Not permanently anyway, they can remain prominent and so fragile, splitting open at the mere faintest of touches, pouring out negative emotions and abhorrent imagery, until we begin to fall into the cold waters of despair. Sometimes, we can fight against the tides of misery, swimming towards the glimmering surface, where we are pulled to safety by hope, wrapped in a warm blanket of calm understanding, soothed by a gentle embrace, tem
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prettytatteredsoul
- Nov 15, 2018
- 1 min
I Do Not Want This – a poem about………
When you get too near can you not see the tear that exists on my face as if tattooed in place. It trickles down my skin exposing what is felt within illustrating that all’s not well reminding me that I’m in hell. Separating what is whole dividing me from my soul killing what I feel inside this open wound I cannot hide. Voices tell me it’s time to end this life that I cannot mend yet I’m reminded by your kiss that, I do not want this. #Love #mentalhealth #despair #
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prettytatteredsoul
- Nov 15, 2018
- 1 min
I Do Not Want This – a poem about………
When you get too near can you not see the tear that exists on my face as if tattooed in place. It trickles down my skin exposing what is felt within illustrating that all’s not well reminding me that I’m in hell. Separating what is whole dividing me from my soul killing what I feel inside this open wound I cannot hide. Voices tell me it’s time to end this life that I cannot mend yet I’m reminded by your kiss that, I do not want this. #Love #mentalhealth #despair #
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prettytatteredsoul
- Apr 11, 2018
- 1 min
Jigsaw Puzzle – a poem about……….
Separated into fragments broken and irregular distorted by darkened memories burned so black they’re now irrelevant waiting for you to appear to embrace me with your tenderness. Some days, I do feel better though I still wander blindly onward hoping that you will hold my hand show me what I cannot see to recognise what I’ve failed to learn solving my greatest mystery. I’ve fallen way outside of the box scattered shards upon the floor teach me what I no longer know
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prettytatteredsoul
- Apr 11, 2018
- 1 min
Jigsaw Puzzle – a poem about……….
Separated into fragments broken and irregular distorted by darkened memories burned so black they’re now irrelevant waiting for you to appear to embrace me with your tenderness. Some days, I do feel better though I still wander blindly onward hoping that you will hold my hand show me what I cannot see to recognise what I’ve failed to learn solving my greatest mystery. I’ve fallen way outside of the box scattered shards upon the floor teach me what I no longer know
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prettytatteredsoul
- Mar 23, 2018
- 1 min
Damaged Skin – a poem about……
See me naked then take away my damaged skin allow your fingers to penetrate until you find my heart lost within. When you have found me please let me know so that I can live help me realise there is so much more that I can give. Deep inside of me lives a being so loud and grey it consumes my existence makes me feel so wrong today. Separate this diseased flesh strip it bare and find my soul discard the irrelevant body parts build me up and make me whole. #Love #men
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prettytatteredsoul
- Mar 23, 2018
- 1 min
Damaged Skin – a poem about……
See me naked then take away my damaged skin allow your fingers to penetrate until you find my heart lost within. When you have found me please let me know so that I can live help me realise there is so much more that I can give. Deep inside of me lives a being so loud and grey it consumes my existence makes me feel so wrong today. Separate this diseased flesh strip it bare and find my soul discard the irrelevant body parts build me up and make me whole. #Love #men
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prettytatteredsoul
- Feb 1, 2018
- 1 min
Angel – a poem about…………
You are an Angel connected to my heart, not one spoken about freely via some religious dictation, but, a sentient being for whom I have a fixation despite my mental dilation, I feel you in my reality, sensations magnified when I hold you in my sweet caress, longing for the moment to never end. Sweet Angel, who has fallen from a cloud so real and visual, presenting your true form with beauty directly into my mindset, allowing this love to flow freely throughout our uni
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prettytatteredsoul
- Feb 1, 2018
- 1 min
Angel – a poem about…………
You are an Angel connected to my heart, not one spoken about freely via some religious dictation, but, a sentient being for whom I have a fixation despite my mental dilation, I feel you in my reality, sensations magnified when I hold you in my sweet caress, longing for the moment to never end. Sweet Angel, who has fallen from a cloud so real and visual, presenting your true form with beauty directly into my mindset, allowing this love to flow freely throughout our uni
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prettytatteredsoul
- Jan 24, 2018
- 1 min
Sing – a poem about…………
Shackled within this blackened tomb ignorant silence rains downwards on me as I long to hear my Mother sing. Sweet lullabies soothe my angry mind melodies recited with a measured responsibility how I crave the sounds to present calm. Catastrophic storms erupt within my weakened existence intent only to bring forth sufferance taking delight in inflicting harm. Our ‘Mother Mary’ no longer listens, so hear me now my lover never let me fall from your grace I pray for you
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prettytatteredsoul
- Jan 24, 2018
- 1 min
Sing – a poem about…………
Shackled within this blackened tomb ignorant silence rains downwards on me as I long to hear my Mother sing. Sweet lullabies soothe my angry mind melodies recited with a measured responsibility how I crave the sounds to present calm. Catastrophic storms erupt within my weakened existence intent only to bring forth sufferance taking delight in inflicting harm. Our ‘Mother Mary’ no longer listens, so hear me now my lover never let me fall from your grace I pray for you
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prettytatteredsoul
- Jan 19, 2018
- 1 min
World of my Illusion – a poem about………
I present to you my dearest, a world of my illusion, one without fear and filled with an innocent happiness, yet – it is strained, with a sense of mass-produced confusion, not that it really means the core of it should matter any less. Still – I view the world with a sense of fear, observing the heartless, dragging it down on to its knees, whilst mothers cradle their children, fighting back tears, as the fat rich mongrels ignore all their pleas. I’m still searching for nirvan
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prettytatteredsoul
- Jan 19, 2018
- 1 min
World of my Illusion – a poem about………
I present to you my dearest, a world of my illusion, one without fear and filled with an innocent happiness, yet – it is strained, with a sense of mass-produced confusion, not that it really means the core of it should matter any less. Still – I view the world with a sense of fear, observing the heartless, dragging it down on to its knees, whilst mothers cradle their children, fighting back tears, as the fat rich mongrels ignore all their pleas. I’m still searching for nirvan
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