17 Nov, 2016 12:13 AM
I used to have this dream years ago let me tell you though
it started with a smile and a wave on the patio,
then a flicker in the sky it showed a shadow.
but wait mum where'd you go I swear I just seen you though.
The sky would start to fall and I would scream but you were a no show.
Then my skin would slowly freeze as the world around me began to go.
Its okay I get it now seeing this tornado,
I'm nothing to you mum I guess this is like a puppet show.
Pick me up tear me down maybe I'm Dynamo,
ill fix myself up while you're drunk in the skid row,
Alone is how I'm feeling when I wake up and realise that I despise
the look in my eyes figuring out this nightmare is never gonna demise
, GodVotes: 3
08 Dec, 2015 01:11 AM
Desperation, it took me away like a thief
And you were left, with this broken belief
That nothing was wrong; that I wouldn't lie,
But you never knew of the many nights I'd cry.
Like a thief, death quietly crept in
And buried my broken dream, deeply within.
Little did you know, I was falling apart,
But no one could see, inside my breaking heart.
And so I was taken, suddenly, one day.
A memory left behind, of a darkening yesterday.
, CruelVotes: 8
08 Jan, 2015 09:27 PM
Floral limbs paint pictures in these woods,
Overlooking the garden where evening now hangs it's hood.
Dwelling among the stones where we used to sit,
Longing and loving, I shall not forget!
And I'll always remember where your impure heart may lie.
Where the loveliest did bloom, and where the blooms did die!
We took this path once when it was green and blue.
We counted the flowers and beheld this picturesque view.
We also walked around my favorite tree, so tall and so old.
It still flourishes over the weeds, truth be told!
And I'll still remember where your impure heart my lie.
, DeathVotes: 3
27 Sep, 2014 12:33 AM
Sadness is when everyone around you form
circles and clicks
laugh and smile
Talk about good times that you can't seem to remember
Back in the month of December
It's when you notice that no one notices you
There are groups all around but you're apart from all of them
It's just you
You can't even feel yourself
, EmptinessVotes: 13
08 Nov, 2014 07:38 AM
I know that it's bound to happen
That when the news is eventually brought to their attention
They'll take a second glance at who they WERE, who they COULD have been
It'll be an awakening moment of what they SHOULD have done
But they never would
Not without what had already happened
It's just the fact of life that we all have to live with
Or is it?
Why isn't empathy more empathized?
, Best Friend
, ConfusionVotes: 10
27 Oct, 2014 03:23 AM
Is it so hard to decipher the poorly encrypted code placed on my face?
"I'm tired" "I'm just tired" "I'm fine, I'm just fucking tired"
Is this so believable that you're left with nothing to inquire?
Or is there something less forming, some lack of desire?
The thoughts in my head are swarming, that no one is caring.
I always get left behind, there's just me being lonely and alone.
"It's OK, I'm really fine. It's just hard to sleep when I'm at home."
Just a second glance, it's all that I ask.
I'm at the brink of tears, I need some help before my skin tears.
, DepressionVotes: 35
03 Oct, 2014 05:56 AM
She smells like the sands of time
And is funny without ever being mean
I know that she's a dime
But I can't stop this feeling
I got my bottle of Jack
Then there's a sudden bleeding
In this abrasive room of black
I create a certain kind of seeing
Maybe I should care
, Letting Go
, DarknessVotes: 4
01 Sep, 2014 10:52 PM
My head full of new chapter stories
Trying to delete old memories
She calls for the first time
i find an excuse to start anew poem
My phone lights for the second time
It is her again ,Trying to hook me back
I have no love for her
So her calls carry no weight
My phone lights for the third time
For sure , She is trying to suck my time
, HateVotes: -1
12 Nov, 2013 11:54 PM
Oh My Dearest Princess,
I'm sorry to be a bother.
But our time is drawing shorter now,
and I won't be here much longer.
oh my Dearest Princess,
Don't worry your pretty head.
The roses are wilting quickly,
most of the petals, already dead.
oh My Dearest Princess,
as my time draws near;
Tags: DyingVotes: 2
11 Apr, 2013 03:44 PM
Deep red and orange
A glint of yellow
But not so bright
Slowly fading slowly
painfully dying away
Getting slowly ready
To end the brutal day
The glistening moon gets ready
To start the lonely night
, BetrayalVotes: 4