What does it really mean,
To be human,
Is it our love and experiences,
Our pain and our fear,
To hate,
And cause war,
Is that really being human?
Or a slave to ways that will never change,
Being human,
Is to create,
To love,
To find joy,
To experience life,
But are we really human,
When we resort,
To violence,
To harm the innocents,
To segregate,
And divide,
We are told,
Time and time again,
Humans are social beings,
But how can we social,
With borders,
And barriers,
In our way,
Is this truly the human experience?
The human condition?
Is this what it means to be human
Renfield
Master,
Master,
Why do you not come?
Why do I no longer hear you?
Why can I no longer,
Sense your presence,
Have you truly left,
Master,
Abandoned,
Me here,
To suffer,
To what end?
Master,
Come back to me please,
I won’t disappoint you,
I swear,
Just return to me master,
My life is yours,
If you take it,
Perhaps,
You’ll return to me,
Master,
Please,
I beseech you,
Tell me where,
You are so,
I may find you,
So I can hear,
Your thoughts once again,
Feel your thirst for blood,
It’s empty now,
Have you really gone master?
Have I disappointed you so,
That you have perhaps,
Found another,
But there is no other,
Loyal than I,
Master,
Please,
I beg,
Return,
Return to me when the dusk,
And dawn cycle again,
Please come back,
Into the shadows of darkness,
It’s cold without you,
It’s cold,
Master
So very cold
^ alterative to where Renfield lives but Dracula dies but he doesn’t understand that because he’s still loyal and hopeful that his master is out there.
Weaver
Welcome to my house,
My palace,
Of words,
They float,
And dance,
Just mere words,
For a moment,
Before I spin them,
Into what you desire,
Tell me,
Do you desire a poem or prose?
A tale of woe and grief?
Something more light hearted?
Tell me,
And I will,
Grant your wish,
No matter how complex,
No matter how far-fetched,
For words,
Have been my domain,
For longer than I can remember,
Ever spinning,
Ever circling,
Until I weave them,
At my fingertips,
And create,
Small fragments,
That create,
A small blot,
On the page of life,
You could say,
I am there master,
But I prefer,
To be called,
The Weaver
Horizon
We watch,
The red sun rise,
War is coming,
We’ve to be prepared,
For something,
That might not even,
Be true,
Yet,
Fear grips us,
As we stare,
Uncertain,
Heads bowed,
To our phone screens,
Watching the news,
Waiting,
For an end,
For a call,
There’s already,
So much war,
What’s another,
As we fear,
As we are on our knees,
In chains,
To the overlord’s,
Above us,
They will not give us,
Mercy,
Even if we pray,
We are slaves,
In a world,
That wants divide,
In a world,
Where the facts,
Aren’t so black and white,
So,
We stare at the sun,
Watching the horizon,
As a shadow is cast,
And we can do nothing
Anguish
There’s a hole,
In my heart,
Of where you should be,
As I scream,
Into the abyss,
That I need you,
As I form the support,
That keeps me going,
Now that you’re not here,
Yet my heart,
Continues,
To scream,
I need you,
Over and over again,
As the darkness,
Closes in,
I need you,
As I’m barely holding on,
I need you,
As I’m broken,
I need you,
Even though you’re gone
Roses
!Trigger warning ahead! Please read at your own discretion
White petals,
Fall the sky,
Stained,
With blood,
That will never dry,
White roses,
Now stained,
Red,
Fall onto the ground,
Over 700 dead,
Their lives taken,
By their own hand,
Because they saw,
No other way,
Because of the choices,
That are being made,
By one man,
Of power and greed,
700 women,
Took their lives,
And it will not be in vain,
We will honour them,
Our sisters,
Our daughters,
Our granddaughters,
We will keep,
Fighting in the cruel,
World of pain,
We will remember,
Them and their names,
For how is the normal,
How can we stand by,
And stay silent,
As our choices,
Are stripped away,
As our rights are taken,
By corruption and malice,
We must fight,
Despite being scared,
We must be strong,
Despite knowing,
It might all go wrong,
We must continue,
So no more lives,
Have to be taken,
We must stand against,
This evil,
We must untie,
Under one banner,
Under one name,
Under the falling petals,
From the sky
Heart Vs Head
Holding my heart,
In hand,
Paralysed,
By,
The thoughts,
In my head,
That coil,
Like a serpent,
Whispering,
Lies,
And false hopes,
My heart beats,
Quicker,
As though,
To speak,
Above the,
Snake,
That winds,
It’s way,
Through,
My thoughts,
Trying to make me believe,
The worse,
Heart in hand,
Please guide me,
Once again
Beating Heart
They finally left,
They are gone,
But the thing,
Under the floor,
Still beats,
The same,
Thumbing,
In rythemn,
Pulsing,
The thing,
Shouldn’t not be,
Beating,
It’s impossible,
Improbable,
Yet,
I hear it,
None the less,
It’s pounding so loud,
It’s making me insane,
I almost,
Told them the truth,
Yet,
They couldn’t bear it,
It’s still beating,
The beating heart,
Of another,
I pull at my hair,
There has to say,
To end this madness,
Or the penalty,
Will be insanity,
What if…
No,
That plan,
Is too insane,
Yet,
The noise,
Is already,
Driving me mad,
There is a way out,
If only I have the courage,
Beating heart,
Will you cease,
Your torture?
I can’t take it anymore,
The end is nigh,
Let my beating heart,
Beat no more
^
If the telltale heart ended different.
What you see
What you see,
Is erratic,
Behaviour,
Uncontrollable,
Emotions,
You see me,
As a child,
Having a tantrum,
When you don’t see,
The triggers,
That led to this,
You don’t want to listen,
As I make my voice,
Heard,
In a way,
I can’t control,
Because,
You triggered this,
Response,
You tipped the scales,
I’m already struggling,
With my emotions,
You can’t argue,
That you,
Wouldn’t react the same,
But I forget,
I’m supposed,
To be calm,
Composed,
Unfeeling,
Unbothered by triggers,
I’m just supposed,
To let you walk over me,
Like a doormat,
I’m just supposed to keep,
My feelings silent,
I’m supposed to be perfect,
I’m supposed to live,
In your world,
Of delusions,
I physically can’t help,
How I respond to stress,
To pressure,
To being treated like nothing,
To being talked down to,
To not being good enough,
For you,
Or anyone,
I constantly fail,
I will never be rid of you,
So feel free,
Feel free to judge me,
Based on my erratic nature,
My passionate emotions,
Feel free to come back,
To hold judgement over me,
Because you made it clear,
I will never be free from your,
And I hate it,
I feel like I’m chocking,
So ahead,
Undo the progress I’ve made,
In realising I’m a good parent,
That I’ve done enough,
Go ahead and tell me,
I’m unstable,
I’m too erratic,
Explosive,
Because I no longer care,
This is my life,
This is my BPD,
But you refuse to see,
So continue down your,
Path of blindness,
Of ignorance,
I can’t change,
What I am,
I can’t change,
How I react,
Your refusal to accept that,
Only makes it worse,
So stay blind,
Continue to see,
The surface,
But you won’t like,
The beast underneath
Skin picking
Skin picking,
For habit,
Or for pain,
To feel,
Anything,
Besides,
The numbness,
Which can’t be,
Explained,
It exists,
And festers,
Like a wort,
That won’t go,
Away,
So I pick at,
The surface,
No thought,
Only intent,
To find,
Perfection,
That doesn’t exist,
Within me,
But,
Picking at the,
Skin,
Won’t solve,
The problem,
Nor is it the,
Cure I seek,
But I skin pick,
All the,
More,
Trying to,
Find,
The answers,
Beneath
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