hmg101p

If I could erase the past, I'd still keep your memory to torment myself forever...

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  • hmg101p 1w

    Something happened in my sleep last night. Dreams rolled off my head, left me feeling not quite right. I tried to fade my fears to more relevant queries. But somewhere between the lines of heavy sorrow, I found such an empty. The new day only brought more accusations to my mind. Fingers pointing at my fallacies; suddenly I feel so unkind. Dripping notions of old lust and new sin. Oh, now I'm waiting for that devil to love me again. Tears grow steady upon face. As I truly began to realize, I can be a damned disgrace. My monster scabs and witchcraft sounds both agree. A bullet should be introduced to the softer parts of me. That's what I get for making wishes on life, before I ever knew it was real. Knitting sentences of knots and pain; never questioning what I feel...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 1w

    I wear fancy shoes, when in reality’s realm. But I always go barefoot, when in my dreams I dwell...

    I’ve been bound and gagged, left by the side of my soul. I no longer evolve from the lose knot’s hold. Writing words, for the screens of many. It doesn’t take a mastermind to see I’ve been hurt plenty. Pry open my jaws, but there is nothing left to hear. My heart refuses to let up from fear. Night time finds me raw. Bleeding from the finger poke holes. One from the shallow, one from the angry; one wanted to see, just what I had in me. The mornings after, I must confess, I know why they put me here; I know why I distress. But I haven’t sent a midnight letter, for ages now. It’s always intercepted by the eyes of the wrong clown. I think of life as a motion. I think of love as commotion. So I keep tight bound and gagged. By the side of my soul, my passions dragged...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 1w

    There's a deep winter moon,
    flowing through my
    Renaissance veins.
    A quiet kind of poetry,
    that one can feel for days.
    My spotless mind,
    content with lament.
    A teething feeling
    of pure regret.
    Eating sunlight never
    sounded so right.
    I need to drown in
    the eerie calm,
    of vacant moonlight....

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 2w

    I have become artificial,
    in egocentric beams.
    Neurons raging in
    my tendencies.
    I'm left crawling
    through my dark
    line dreams.
    My verses, heavily
    drugged, with oddity;
    weaving alternate realities.
    New moments, demanding
    my chill and eccentric unease.
    Crashing as my soul dims;
    teardrops catering to please.
    And I am genuine,
    in deathly reveries.
    Synapses haunting
    me like plague;
    in all I dare to achieve...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 3w

    My neurotransmitters are disconnected again. I feel psychosis sneaking in. Paranoia and anger begins to rise. If you look close, you’ll see vacancy in my eyes. Bipolar clashes with OCD borders. Don’t think I didn’t notice the letters aren’t in alphabetical order. PTSD feeds my old fears. And I can’t find the pills that ease my tears. Since electric activity has stalled in my brain. The lack of transmission from nerve to muscle, has left me rather insane...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 3w

    Her sky was violet with violent ways. She needed to be in the hands, of he who saw the deep and stayed...

    She made herself a ghost, to blend in with the night. To bring all those terrors back to life. He's counting petals inside her dark. Keeping close enough to hear her scars. A confronting wreckage the days have been. Her feelings are turning bad again. His cold beats fall between old sighs. She's hanging new tears on the edge of goodbye. Picturing solitaire, in her farfetched brain; while his bleeding parts have become her quicker way to dull the pain...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 3w

    Agonizing sweetness, oh your thoughts inside my head. I created you, with alcohol and cigarettes. Screaming silent name, dripping from my lips. Like candy on the windowsill, your eyes begin to melt...into me...you're perfect. In your imperfect fashion. You're foolish. In my backlashes of passion. Crucifying ecstasy, oh you reign from the dark above. I mended you, with cheap wine and blunts. Murmured tears, falling from my face. And with damaged skin, your blood begins to run...into me...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 3w

    Branching out in a room of dreams. Always trying to come to grips with these schemes. My haunted head and me remain alone. Black illusions of misery and roam; tell me where to stop again, I forgot the devil chose my skin as home...

    -HMG

  • hmg101p 3w

    As almost lovers, we always knew; the truth was written with sandstone blues. Nothing more to say, nothing left to do; so we carry our hearts to different shadows of the moon. I always loved you, and perhaps you did me too. That was lost to the long ago of choices turned to regretful hues. Star crossed lover, I miss you still. And I know this pain will never really heal. So just keep walking away. Leave me to cry, alone for my days. My almost lover, my broken dream; was it ever anything that it almost seemed?

    -HMG

    (The almost tears I've pushed away)

  • hmg101p 3w

    A breath of death between the sheets; I am the Queen of darkness, and devils live in me...

    Dead voices echo, haunted in the rain. Upon the sky, night begins to stain. Ink and star dust make up my soul. It's a wonder I've never truly been in love at all. In odd worlds, though. Oh, do I roam. Weaving my hands with a lovers embrace. Like dreamcatchers holding space, between time, hearts, and his vacant face...

    -HMG