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A M Ryder Dec 2019
Matches
Ashes
Acid on my casket
Buried with the hatchet
Of my fight with this life
I knew I could never hack it
btp Jul 2019
Walking on planet earth
Seeing souls given birth
Walking paths far and wide
Seeing nothing by my side
Walking to my blurred out casket
Hiding from my blood spilled hatchet
She Writes Apr 2018
When I asked if we could bury the hatchet;
I didn’t mean in my back.
Phoenix Bekkedal Apr 2017
Sometime one day I'll bury a hefty hatchet
Feel the weight slip off my shoulders
Right before I collapse
Into the grave I dug for myself
In the woods where quarrels end
Where anyone can lose their beginning
Whoopwhoop.
Àŧùl Sep 2016
You tell me another story.
But I gathered some facts.
Lame excuses' it's a lowry,
I'm so fed up of your acts.
Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn,
So tired of locking yours with my horn,
Are you dead tired of fighting too?

Did you not know this already too?
Gaining what out of the fight you are,
Only we can be the best possible friends.
Come descend back home,
A helpless heart awaits you,
Another ceasefire beckons,
Come let's bury the hatchet.
HP Poem #1159
©Atul Kaushal
C Davis Sep 2015
Don't bury it
burn
the hatchet
and the money
and the     grass.
All frightening things
seem trivial
once the moment           starts to pass.
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miss pie Oct 2014
same same
secret sorrow clown
a 1000 smiles open doors

darkened blue eyes
elbow room
packing his fiend
along side

muttering silence
something about freedom
hatchet horror show
something new
What now shall we do **** clowns?
Madzq Sep 2014
.....before you hurt someone else
With the sharpness of. Anger.
Wash your hands clean of
The past we were given
So that you may hold present day,
Not stained by the rust
Of a saddened heart.

My brother, you are my best friend.
You know my dark is the same as yours.
We carry the memories of
A tainted childhood.
My brother..... Let go.

Some things are better not said
We cannot change them now.
Nothing they could ever say
Could take IT away.

If it's validation, here this,
"My brother, we've survived!"
Look at you. So strong,
And this life made you this way...
Not broken, not ruined, unafraid.

This weight that you carry
Must be. So. Very. Heavy.

My brother,
Let go.
Abuse is not cool, but neither is bitterness. Forgive, forgive.... and free yourself.

— The End —