Poetry to Enjoy ... Please Critique

[Psykˣ]

This is my poetry, I'd prefer if you enjoyed my writing and enjoyed my heart and soul being poured out into these words...

 
Guardian Angel:

Cold to the touch,
Yet burning like fire,
His heart was true,

I could feel it,
Faintly beating within his chest,
I could just barely feel it,
The warmth of his heart,

It was like a new life had been born within him,
He was an ever-cruel man,
Yet his heartbeat coursed with an undeniable warmth,

He never gave anything away,
Always keeping favors,
Never forgetting who he was,

He was admirable,
He was an admiration,
He was my admiration,

I had always wondered why he had chosen me,
I was a gravely terrible person,
Always getting mad at others and being aggressive,
Yet he chose me,

A good man grown cold,
Says he's "cold-hearted as they come",
Yet his heartbeat is a resurrection,
A renewal,

Something to smile about,
He's mine and mine alone,
He always tells me sorry,
For every little thing,

Yet I still love him,
He's my Guardian Angel.

~Psykˣ

[Psykˣ]

Wishes:

They’ve always been called ‘wishes’,
Things that we’ve wanted,
Things we’ve never been able to get,
Or what we’ve never get back,
Like,
Per-say,
The love of our lives,
Or money,
Or something we lost to some other bastard in this world,
It’s all so cruel to say that we’ll never get our wishes,
As no one in this world is a miracle worker,

Alas,
What I wished for wasn’t love,
Nor money,
Nor something I lost,
Merely something I never had,
I wished for the ability to not feel,
To not love,
To not care,
To not feel pain,

I will never have that kind of power of that wish,
Hell,
Only a handful of people have my wish,
And I’m sure they hate it,
I’m sure they’re tired of their curse,
Where in my eyes,
It’s a gift,
In my eyes,
It’s a gift.
~Psykˣ

[CASPER]

NICE

[Psykˣ]

Her:

Blood drips from the gashes on her body,
It was as if no one ever tried to help her,
Like someone just had to keep going at it,
Making her life hell,

It was like she had never learned how to feel anything other than pain,
She found insults at every corner,
Never finding that person who meant the world to them,
Just finding spitting hatred,

Poison coursed her veins,
From the tips of her toes to the top of her skull,
Pure poison,
Nothing but the way she's been treated,

Abused,
Beaten,
Hated,
Pained,
Suffering,
And lonely,

She never would've found a light,

And when she disappears,
Will anyone hear the sound?
The sound of her lifeless body as it hits the fucking floor?
Will anyone choose to hear?

Or,
She may be forgotten,
She was never really appreciated in the first place was she?

Never loved,
Never found,
A broken soul living in an empty shell,

That was,
Until,
She found me.
~Psykˣ

[Psykˣ]

The World We View:

I hated looking at my reflection,
I hated being damned to my appearance,
Shit sure as hell doesn’t get any easier as life drags on.
Sooner or later,
You’re going to need to realize who you are,
And what place you have in this world.

Then again,
Look at the history of our world,
Who really has a place amongst others,
In this world,
This world we live in?

It’s deeply perturbing the sadism in our history as a world,
As if,
Subconsciously,
We decided we wanted to torture and slaughter those we stood beside once before.
It truly is saddening that some people have only known war and that’s what they lived for;
To fight under the Red, White, N’ Blue banner that we wave over our heads in hopes of safety.

The melancholy of this unseen threat of another “Great Depression” or a sadistic event,
It’s all purely the cruelty of belief;
Belief drives people to do the things that people would look at them and say,
“Why the fuck would you do that?”

Our world truly is,
And always will be,
A saddening place.

~Psykˣ

[Psykˣ]

Fading Away:

As I fade away,
I see what people do,
I hear what people say,
Every day.

Worse and worse,
The words sting more and more,
Hatred gashes my body,
I see the rage seeping through the cracks,
It’s like a plague.

Sinful sins and singed wounds,
Torrential downpours and bloody soldiers,
When will this terror end?

Will this tyrant be put to rest?

As I fade away,
Dust swirls around my feet;
Weaving its way into my very soul,
Tears stained this rotten hell days, months and years before me.

I wince as the blood touches me;
The blood of many, many innocents,
It’s a goddamn shame,
Seeing the death counter clock up,
Higher and higher.

I wish I could do something,
I am but a lost figure in a field of fading echoes,
Fading away with the wind of our yesterdays.

~Psykˣ

[Psykˣ]

Screams of the Damned:

Fuck this,
Fuck that,
Fuck me,
Fuck you.

That’s all I hear,
The voices in my head,
Lost like echoes,
Speaking like vicious bastards,
It’s like my ears are being murdered.

I can’t slay the echoes,
I can’t best the sounds,
Forever circling my head,
I got a demon on my right and an angel on my left.

I feel them,
Crawling in my head,
Seeking out every way to save or destroy me,
Trying to find a loophole to every action,
Every calculation,
Every goddamn word.

All laced with the hatred of the screams of the damned.

~Psykˣ

[CASPER]

It is hard to reply when you post so many at once

but

I like then all

They walk the gambit

Some sad
some angry
some funny

Well done

[Psykˣ]

Drowning:

Hope is slipping through my hands (I need you now);
Gravity is taking hold,
Crying out into this abyss of darkness (need you now),
I need you to catch me...

As I break away from this bloodying world,
Bludgeoned and bruised,
Weeping and confused,
Lost and Abstract (why can't I see you?),
I'm drowning in these waters (drowning in my demons)...

My body shivers at the thought of giving in;
Of giving up on this (don't you dare leave me);
Don't let me go,
When I need you the most (need you the most),
At my lowest of lows;
(Please) don't let me go...

I painted this pretty picture of all our pretty things (I love her);
Spilled my heart and soul into these brush strokes (I love her);
Fighting the voices in my head (I love her);
'Cause I'm drowning in this hell (I need you so much),
Drowning here without you...

Don't ever let me go (When I need you the most),
When I'm at my lowest of lows,
When I need you the most;
I'm drowning in these sorrows,
Going down with my ship,
Don't ever let me go...

~Psykˣ

[CASPER]

I dig it. But may I suggest instead of

"I painted this pretty picture of all our pretty things"


you might try?

" I painted this pretty picture of all our petty things"

Take it or leave it, just keep writing ~

[Psykˣ]

And Yet:

Take the air from my lungs,
Watch me wither away to nothing,
Slay me for all we stood for,
I stood by them through it all,
And yet,
I'm thrown away,
Like a lost dog on the street,
A saddening fact of existence,
Something to pity,
And yet,
People still tolerate me,
They still somewhat care,
Making all these promises they can't keep,
It's like I'm dying inside my shell,
And yet,
Here I am,
Still drawing a goddamn breath,
Still writing these words,
Holding on to the little good left in my life,
And yet,
It's like I was told to jump off a cliff and live,
Nothing was ever the same,
Just like a suicidal plight,
My plans came crashing down,
I was slain for all I stood for,
And yet,
People still have the audacity,
To tell me "Get over it",
Like something like that would fix my problems...

~Psykˣ

[Psykˣ]

Scars:

If you could read her scars,
If you could read her eyes,
Her mind,
And her mind.

If you could read her life,
A book open to few,
A diary sealed tight to most.

Bastards have sealed the book,
Death and demise made her,
Loneliness and hatred consumed her,
Insecurities toyed with her,
Yet she prevailed.

An outcast,
A castaway,
A reject,
Someone people would look at and laugh.

Her eyes shined with the pain of a thousand sins,
She would never forget the torment,
Nor the faces as they beat down upon her,
Never forgetting,
Yet always forgiving.

She was always beautiful,
She was always perfect,
Always what she was supposed to be,
But she never got what she needed,
Always got what she didn’t deserve.

Sadness and grief ripped her apart,
They told her they loved her,
And then took everything she knew and threw it away,
Through suffering she barely survived.

Scarred and fearful,
She turned tipsy,
Couldn’t ever get outta the house without a drink,
She knew not how she was destroying herself.

Once more,
Sadness and grief gripped her,
Until she found him,
She knew,
At first glance,
She knew,
She needed him.

And she got him.

~Psykˣ

[CASPER]

Too many at once brother ~;P I am honestly sorry I been away