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help me to see
the light, for
the darkness is
blinding.
Copyright 3-2-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
 Mar 2015 Robert Ueda
rantipole
my eyes open, sullenly.
not a movement from
my body,
but that of my left arm,
reaching out for
that awful device
that forces me
to comprehend
a drab reality.

tap to snooze

waking up from a dream
where every day isn’t
the same monotony,
and every class isn’t
the same anesthesia,
and every moment
isn’t enveloped
in the pain
of missing you.

tap to snooze

i lay here hoping
begging, even,
that this burden
of waking life will cease,
and that one day
i will cross over
to the sleep realm
and never again
will i need to
*tap to snooze
His breathing is slow,
His slumber deep,
A bottle in his hand betrays,
His never-ending wasteful ways.
 Nov 2014 Robert Ueda
Xyns
Drain Me.
 Nov 2014 Robert Ueda
Xyns
**** me if it makes you feel alive

Drain me if it makes you feel revived

Hate me if it makes you feel alright

Hurt me if it makes you feel complete

Suffocate me if it helps you breathe

Cut me if it stops your bleeding

Slap me if it calms your nerves

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**** me if it makes you feel alive
I swim in a sea of ice
Below frozen waves
Bitter currents entice
Darkness saves
Where silence reigns
Below the surface
Swept up in chains
Light alerts us
To Freedoms cry
It seeks to stray
Into our lonely minds
We fade away
Out of sight
Out of mind
Fading Light
A dying kind
Has something happened,
Have I gone crazy?
When I like chaos,
But living lazy.

I wake up early,
And life's a movie.
There's people dancing,
And monsters burning.

I look at clouds,
And they tell me a story.
Life is fleeting, and life is boring.

I think they caught my depression.

So when I wake up at the edge of my bed.
And everything that's wrong starts fallin' outta my head.
I'll say I'm sorry,
I'm in a bad mood.

So I found beauty,
In all I hated.
In this scene of ***** ups
and desperation.

Maybe one day
I'll find my way.
With walks to new towns
And mental break downs.

I hate to tell ya kid,
You'll never be okay.
They won't listen
They'll hate you anyway.

So lose yourself in the chaos.

So when you wake up at the edge of your bed,
And everyone you love is slippin' through your hands.
You'll say I'm sorry,
I'm in a bad mood.

*Well something happened,

and I went crazy.
song I wrote and have yet to record.
i hope my shadow follows you through the rooms of your house
i hope my perfume lingers in your bedsheets and my naked body lingers in your mind
i hope that when you look at your backyard, that all you can see is the red hammock that we broke
and we laughed and laughed
i hope you sit in your living room and remember when i counted the fourteen fake candles. i hope you count them and find fourteen and remember when we kissed on the floor
i hope that blonde hairs litter your possessions. i hope that you find them on your clothes, in your car, in your room, for months after i've left
i don't want to be so easy to get rid of.
i hope my voice has stained all your family photos so that all you can see when you look at them is how cute i thought you were
i hope that the sight of your empty passenger seat physically pains you and i hope that every day you feel as if something important is missing
and i hope that that something important is me  
i hope your lips burn bitter with my aftertaste and your hands grow lonely just like your friday nights without me

i want you to miss me
even if you won't
i'm sorry i wasn't enough
this is a craigslist missed connection ad
because you were
beautiful and drunk
and i was
drunk
when you approached me
at the beer tent
said 'hi'
and something about my '...bare feet'
but all i heard was 'kiss me ******* the mouth'
we had so much chemistry,
neutrons and protons colliding
when our fingers touched as you
passed me your cigarette, exhaling
i watched as your hair began to stick
to a crest of sweat on your neck while
we chatted for forty seven minutes and
thirteen seconds, near as i can figure
never mentioning each other's names
or phone numbers but
if i ever see you smile again
i'll slip you my name like a prayer
pressed to your lips or a ring on your finger
even though you said you hate jewelry
your ears, so cute and small and not even pierced
solitary necklace adorning the angelic collarbone
now burrowed into your left breast
it's a cheap faux crystal trinket with a purple tint
that you got for $15 two years ago
but you love my earrings
saying you always had a thing for guys with tattoos
you're an environmental sciences major
and a wonderful butterfly
with eyes like an ocean
hair that just won't quit
and the most delicate navel
i've ever seen
you're perfect and
i might've dreamt
of your legs
for the last two nights
those devilish muscles that first
brought you close to me
then, quick as light,
stole you
away.
 Oct 2014 Robert Ueda
A
If you ever feel like
you have nothing left to give
just look all around you
for some reasons to live

There's the crisp autumn leaves
that fall in november
and all the christmas cheer
spread throughout december

There's laughter and tears
that come with moments in life,
and there's lessons learned
when things don't go right

You'll want to be there
when your sister says "I do"
you'll want to be there
for her darkest times, too.

If you leave during the storm
you'll never see the light,
so don't give up on us now.
You can win this fight.
I wrote this poem for english class year, and recently i found it written in an old journal that i lost. Figured i would share it.
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