RoyalT:

Fictionally im slipping off of my own time line,
realistically im
simply
lost in time ,
drifting out of my element
preserved in statues of ancestors that
have been forgotton

my surrounding freezes,
and i re-appear in broken
canvases
fading in painted aspects of the past
im suffocating
concealed beneath the layers of photo albums
these.memories crumble into mental holographic asteroids,
and as it collides against the hollow walls of my soul
my eyes are pierced with involuntary
flashbacks
i've learned that
memor-ies are nothing but broken pieces that float
withing the atmosphere of our minds
debris that is left behind from the last emotion-al destruction....

  Rissa14:

Secretly confused behind poetic metaphors
I find myself slipping through galaxies to far away for man-kind
What am I then, if I can see what everyone else can't
I can see that this isn't the way things used to be
I am not who everyone assumes I am
Because assumptions fly to free through air polluted with ignorance
How can anyone expect me to possibly amount to anything
I guess I'm simply stuck alone and by myself,
trying to find a way to fly with wings that don't come naturally,
trying to soar in a sky with
too many obstacles that seem impossible to overcome
I only see pasts that hold nothing near to what dreams would call a future
I wish they'd see the reality that I try to portray in myself
I'm juss trying to be who I am..why can't that be excepted?

  RoyalT:

these words...
these words are the
death-threatening gases that are released through my pores,
melting the words engraved on the surface of my
inspi
ration,
causing the emotional glaciers within me to thaw
and my true colors to
un.freeze,
im drowning society in my emotions,
forcing them to choke on tears that they
have caused to fall from my eyes,

i mark the spot on this earth where my soul used to be
as i sleep i already feel lifeless as if the
bed was my grave
my dreams have dissolved into
particles of dirt
im buried alive
jailed beneath this shatter-ing world
my grave gets stomped on
instead of rose petals they place
torn pieces of my poetry on top

  Rissa14:

I bleed through fingertips that I have left
imprisoned through nothing by school papers and essays
no time for anymore poetry that I just might let sink through
I used to need, what has happened
Still slightly addicted to the something that has become a cloud of nothingness
What has this sadness done to me
Left me broken, alone, unable to speak to a shadow shaped to much like myself
These humans, a world of unspoken inner anger
Destiny exploding in our face, like car bombings that occur way to much
What is our world becoming
My fingers bleed for a new creation
I guess things were just meant to be this way
because the person we call 'God' has set us up for what feels like a fallen future

  RoyalT:

They say that God holds our world in the palms of his hand
progressively our earth has crumbled,its shape has deformed
breathing souls have been replaced with fallen angels
i exist through a missing identity,
my presence becomes the shadows that fade into
brick walls and concreted floors

the say that the present is distant from the future it refuses
to give you any sign of where it would take you,
and that the future brings you closer to the time
of your demise
mentally i feel as if i have already reached
mines

...My crystal tears have become weightless dreams
eluded from the pits of this deplora-ble heart
silenced, it slips from...

  Rissa14:

from my throat, like the knife might soon to be sliding across my wrist,
cause I can't take the pain this universe produces
I can't stay motionless in a pit made for a lifeless body,
made for a closed coffin.....

  RoyalT:

See our
Our souls are fused together creating a bond that
society cant restrict
This poem is more than page-deep for our emotions
appear as shadowed sketches
center pieced on the blood-painted skies of our
world

  Rissa14:

stanzas and bundles of truth we throw at you
crumbling and molding each into mental holographic asteroids,
as it crashes upon the mirrors of your soul
your eyes are forced to view life
from
our perspective

  RoyalT:

our troubles no longer exist,extinct,
now buried artifacts
engraved beneath the plates of our earth