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Poetry, adapted poetry, and my poetry that, when added together, has 1 perfect, yet tragic, meaning.

impact
as we all ramble through our lives
intersecting with one another
in various states, various mindsets, various expections
always wondering what the other may ponder after each encounter

it never blows my mind to see the same commonalities
the same realizations that are so easily recognizable by the attuned
and yet, we all carry forward with "hope"
as if one day things will shift in our favor

the flavor of the week is a misnomer
for it never really existed in the first place
so why the damned beknowgst the damned
highlights of hurt is all i can attest to

see me fading, see me reign in all your glory
as you step another higher step atop your pedastel
ascention of the pain within grows closer to the norm
famous, are the broken of bones and spirit

so keep the blood in your hands
and the scent of apathy in your heart
a heart which grows on self-indulgence
one that will thrive & die by the blade of romantic ignorance
Monday August 21, 2006 - 11:32pm (PDT) Permanent Link | 4 Comments
malignant endings
"who knows how it all got started
but i know exactly how it all will end
i'll hide it behind something they'll never find
there will be no love, and there will be no pain"

watch me fall from grace with a bottle and a pill by my head
please tell me why you stole my life
nevermind, just give back that little pumping red part
regardless, you helped grow my life when you smiled and walked away

does the constant screaming evade your ears
are you blind to the bleeding from my eyes
insanity lives in the brushstokes of my hand across your breasts
however, that touch constantly reminds of a more vicious one
try to get away, led astray
it doesn't have to end this way
Monday August 7, 2006 - 06:51am (PDT) Permanent Link | 3 Comments
razors kissing veins
this weight is so unbearable, caving my lungs
all my life seems to be flashing in front of my eyes
run away from all the pain of life
ways of devotion turn to obsession, open your eyes
i want you to see what you've done to me, crying out those eyes
bring my end to an end
distance yourself from the pain that covers me
as i reach out for your hand, only to find there's nothing left for me
razors kiss the vein, overdose for pain
a 12-gauge cross kisses the forehead, a savior in a shell
sever me from the fall
fuck the people, fuck the world, fuck it all
open my arms
bleed out the flood
in crimson i begin to drown
Monday July 24, 2006 - 12:01am (PDT) Permanent Link | 4 Comments
spit
holding hands on this last night
fading strands of light into the darkness
a light kiss on your bottom lip recalls those antiquated feelings
are we really alone amongst the plenty
as damaged as we may be, that desperate commonality cannot be sequestered
revil in the pain to florish a glorious feeling of entitlement
i still write in the black of night by candle
words on the screen like protuding stakes from my chest
will you ever understand just how much this hurts me
imagine hard, in the clearing there'll be no more flowers
all shows how it taunts me
for it's you that haunts me
yet i still crawl while you spit
Monday July 24, 2006 - 12:00am (PDT) Permanent Link | 1 Comment
4 u
all this lovesick bullshit
duality of man sickens me at times
no one could ever understand this life i'm in
watch you, break me, carress you, destroy me
your precious, eroding life longs for something far more than you'll ever know
beckons me to see you, fist to eye or mouth to vein, who knows which
suffocate, don't give a fuck, cry to me, revive me
you never mattered to yourself anyway, right
the blindness of the heart conjurs the brain's torment
agony always prevails whence the unrequited is present
removal from the pit of superficiality will be the key to survival
for the milk has already been devoured
slit my wrists to drink more
bleed the heart of it's ignorant will
but don't ever deny the crack inside your fucking heart is me
Saturday July 15, 2006 - 11:24pm (PDT) Permanent Link | 2 Comments

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