"What can I do?
there's nothing to do, or say.
They tell me to wake up,
but I never sleep.
I'm always drowning in my thoughts
because they're too deep.
Life's not worth living,
It never was.
I'm just a big old useless pile of dust."
Sitting in the dark,
a shot of whiskey left from the bottle.
Bottle lying wasted and broken on its side.
Empty, like me.
Shaking hands lift it to numb lips,
breath ragged and painful
escaping from the gaping hole in my chest.
No one can hear the screams,
Or would they even care if they did?
There are just some answers
that can never be explained.
Do you think you know me?
Do you think you care?
Have you ever been so low in your life,
Or is it "None of your business,
none of your affair?"
I'm feeling as empty as that bottle
that I'm in front of.
Thoughts race, memories slice to the bone.
Happy times, with me and you.
Holding hands when our child was born.
Now I'm left here alone in the dark,
ragged, ripped, crushed and torn.
"You're stronger than this," I hear.
Voices reverberate with useless advice,
as I reach for another beer.
I know drinking won't give me answers,
It's not answers that I seek.
I long for a dullness, drown out the pain
and let me die in peace.
Tender kisses, special moments.
Were they all just a dream?
Was I just pretending
that I meant something?
Did you ever love me?
Or was I just a way to waste your time,
until someone good enough came along?
Tears and blood,
I'm just ending still.
Where can I go,
or am I already gone?
Is this the hell I deserve
for trying to be the best I could be?
Even though I know now
that I was never good enough.
You know, they say that once you hit bottom,
the only way to go is up?
But how can you rise above this,
when you're too tired to stand?
Looking up, all I see are stars
that we once made love underneath.
Even above me, rains memories down upon me,
sharp as razors slicing through my skin.
I sit here in the dark,
alone,
drink after drink
and I scream.
Silently in the night, I scream.
Drowning in thoughts too deep.
Can you hear the screams?
Would you even care if you did?
Please forgive me,
for what harm I've done to you.
The mirror shows demons within,
Can you see,
Can you see me?
Can you see what you've done to me,
the one who loves you still.
Please tell me
you can see me...
Author notes
"I was a wilted rose, till I heard your voice.
Now I am walking on clouds with silver lining
just because you saw I was not invisible."
[prompt1]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjZrQC6YFQs
[prompt 2]
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest by Riftkin.
700 points, ended July 13, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This brings the prompt to life, with the words and feelings that you have painted here. I believe many can relate to this. Thank you for this.
Riftkin
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Great job with show of emotion. Indeed MANY can relate to this piece. And know exactly where your coming from.
The answer not in a bottle nor a blade in some cases.
Amazing job.
This, is SURE to be a winner!
Passions
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That was just the prompt from the contest I entered, when I have moer time tonight I plan on writing out my piece.
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i knew it was a prompt, she had just joined your contest and hit finalist and you entered hers, wondering where the cards will fall.
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All I have to say is, The contests I start, I have no idea who writes the pieces. I put all the ones I like into finalists list and judge from there. I dont judge my contests based on favoritism of the writer. Some people may judge contests like that, but I dont, have never, and never will, although some people may do that. Also, the contests I enter Im usually requested in IMs to join. I write whats on my mind, and whats in my heart, nothing else. I dont write to win contests. Other people may or may not like my poetry for what it is. You may be pissed at me, But I am insulted that you would insinuate that I hold favoritism of authors in my contest, and only join contests where I expected to win because of favoritism. I expected better of you Tory, to think such things of me. *shakes my head*
I am sorry if I sound like an asshole there, but I have never, NEVER entered a contest, or held a contest, where certain people win or let ME win because of the person writing the piece. That indeed is a grave insult, and I am deeply offended. -
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And, look, even not in my own mind i dont know who the hell you are, and by the sounds of it dont care. I see that Whatever I prior said, is true, Did you not win gold? sure did. I shall check around and see what i have said before. and if your do apology i shall. Until then everyone is offended in this round
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