ThoughtsToMyself

I have finally got up the nerve to enter into a poetry contest and for my first contest, I want to put my best foot forward. I was wondering if somebody could read through my poetry and let me know which they think I should submit. My poems are fairly short and there are not very many. I know it is kind of a big ask, but I would much appreciate it.

All of my finished poems can be found here r/thoughtstomyself

I rob myself of night and day, In dark I lie and waste away. The months they come and years they fade,  I see my eyes are turning grey.

I know myself too well to pray, My empty words will fall in vain. The days they leave, and weeks they change, I see my heart is turning grey.

I see my death as sweet escape, Lay roses on my resting place, The minutes tick, and hours race, I see my skin is turning grey.

Right here I plant my final grave, In tangled roots and hollow caves. I burrow deep and hide my face, I see my life has turned to grey.

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No spark, no heart.

No life, no light.

Uninspired, no desire,

where's my fire?

I was, I'm not.

I had, I don't.

I found, I lost,

my fire. 

Put crimson petals on my eyelids, I'm drifting further from where light is. I don't know where my mind is, It's long gone and I've gone lifeless.

I search for angels in my crisis, but find cold devils in my iris. I'm entangled by my vices, strangled by what I've held the highest.

Depressed. My mind is fully drowned in stress.

Detest. I hate what's locked inside my chest.

Dissect. I watch red flow like I'm obsessed.

At rest. I swear I'll never be so blessed

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Cut the rot out from your tree, before it spreads, before it bleeds. Don't you hold to wilted things, you must let fall the old dead leaves.

You must know fear is rising weeds, it wraps your bark, it chokes your seeds. You've got to learn to kill these things, that trap your heart, that stoke disease.

So cut the rot and save the tree, it's time for change, it's time to be. Save the rest to bloom through spring, cut the rot and learn to breathe.

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This world of concrete leaves cracks in my bones, much like these streets paved with dead stones.

I'm dying to leave, to escape what I know, because nothing I see could ever be home.

To nature retreat to bring me heartsease, mighty waves of the sea, restart my heartbeat. To escape the city is all that I need, Rivers and streams can mend what is weak.

Escape to the trees who are woven with green, and to the leaves in the forest falling.

Escape from the things that keep me from peace. Escape from this dead world painted concrete.

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I don't cut to find escape, I cut myself to paint. I illustrate my pain with a brush that's made of blades.

So leave me where I lay, I know I'm sick, deranged. At least I found a place where my thoughts won't be erased.

As my clear skin fades, as I watch the dark red race, my body becomes a canvas that houses my self-hate.

Don't say I'll be ok, just leave me with my brush of blades. Leave me to create these pictures of my pain.

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Through hollow eyes I'm watching life, a frozen body trapped in ice. I feel in shreds and lost to light, I lay in bed and always hide.

I'm always trapped inside my mind, in which I'll rot within due time. Down hollow halls I walk to find more vacant walls to stand behind.

My hollow heart cannot survive this hollow life I've come to find.

A hollow chest grows weak with time, no blood runs through my hollow spine.

I cannot take my hollow lies, the words that echo, "you'll be fine."

A hollow soul just cannot find, a piece of peace to ease its mind.

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An empty shell is what you called me, a fading ghost of what I could be.

You'll never know how much that haunts me, Those words are hell and I can't break free.

Now it's my own thoughts that harm me, You spoke toxins until I believed.

Now my skull is a cemetery, filled with ghosts of what I should be.

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I take another breath, I take another cigarette. Smoke rises with regret, but you save me from my stress. I'm forever in your debt, and forever in your book of dead. You're ever in my chest, and ever in my poisoned bed. My love, you smell of death, but you always pull me from the edge. I wish I would have left, now you're ever in my head. Smoke rises with regret, but you save me from my stress. I take another breath, I take another cigarette.

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This was us, it was love, it slit my throat and made me choke.  It was me who you made bleed while I tied your noose and watched you swing.

All the same, you're to blame, you grabbed your gun and took your aim. But it's my fault, it was my assault, you dig my grave I'll draw your chalk.

I still think of all our walks under darkest nights where devils stalk. I'd hold you down and watch you drown while you broke my bones with words like rocks. 

I'll love you all my days, and you'll be mine always. You hope I burn in flames, I pray you go and do the same. 

I never meant to be your chains, you never meant to cause me pain. Never meant is all in vain, now we can never be the same.

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When the scent of you like fragrant blooms floats through the breeze like soft perfume, I can not breathe, my thoughts are strewn. Fall to my knees, I can not move.

Our memories, they will not fade. A love now lost haunts all my days. How much more can this heart take? Not having you is crushing weight.

Without you love, my body numbs. I count my thoughts, there's only one, and it's of you, forever you. Without your light, my soul's entombed.

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Put crimson petals on my eyelids, I'm drifting further from where light is. I don't know where my mind is, It's long gone and I've gone lifeless.

I search for angels in my crisis, but find cold devils in my iris. I'm entangled by my vices, strangled by what I've held the highest.

Depressed. My mind is fully drowned in stress.

Detest. I hate what's locked inside my chest.

Dissect. I watch red flow like I'm obsessed.

At rest. I swear I'll never be so blessed

©ThoughtsToMyself

My bed is just a place I hide, roses lined, and wrapped in vines. Thorns dig deep and pierce my sides, it is no escape from an arsenic mind. 

My bed is just a place I hide, crimson petals cover swollen eyes. Black stems encase me like haunted mines, a prison keep of my design. 

My bed is just a place I hide as I drift away to a world inside. Collecting memories of an older life, I recount all I loved and left behind.

My bed is just a place I hide, it brings no peace but it's out of sight.  I rest my feet and close my eyes, and in sleep ignore my strife.

©ThoughtsToMyself