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Metal, blood, and oil
plunged into the sea
Only at the hands of men
could this be
Beautiful things aren't here
for us to enjoy
Nor are they ours
to freely destroy
Yet to burn the world down
seems mankind's fate
Because of our love of money
and our nature to hate
Yes, we'll torch this innocent Earth to the ground
Till it's just another lifeless rock spinning around
And space won't remember us
neither will time
Our entire existence
an unspeakable crime
We don't deserve this place
and she doesn't deserve us
Our metal, blood, and oil
will turn her to dust
I know how to swim
but..
I
Let
Myself
Drown
We are close.

I want to be closer.
Not just physically,
With me running my hands through your hair,
Or with our hands interlocked as we take long walks at night,
Or our long hugs that makes us feel safe.

I want to be closer.
Where our minds are one and our thoughts are same,
Our heartbeats are synced as an orchestra,
My weakness is your strength and yours is mine,
And I can't hide my pain and sorrow because you see right through me.

I want us to be closer.
That when they see you, they see me
Our synergy becomes like that of the tides,
Where you are in me and I in you.

This is just all I ask of you.
Eternity speaks
will not be silenced
by shatter of glass nor falling rain

Eternity sees
will not be blinded
by flash of light nor midnight blackness

Eternity hears
will not be deafened
by screech of tire nor mourning's cry

Each fading pulse drops as rain on Eternity's Ear

Eternity waits
as I continue by
driving on to life undeserved

Eternity listens
to my stolen beats of heart
and borrowed years

while there, in that timeless place,
for two hearts now silent
Eternity sings
You are not perfect

Just real

TDPR
sad like her cheeks when she forces a smile
dry like her lips when she kisses my cheeks
lost like her expressions when she stares into the darkness
Quivering like her voice when she lies that she's okay
Deaf like her ears when she slips  back into her void
tired as her eyes when she hasn't slept all night
Yellow as the pills she places on her tongue
And red as the wine she gulps them down with

If you ever wonder what depression looks like
It looks like my mother's face
to be needed by everyone
but wanted by none
if i disappear tomorrow the only thing you'd probably miss is a clean house
 Sep 2020 Cassandra Stevenson
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i do not want you
to try to complete
each missing part of me
to make me perfect for you
i want you
to see me perfectly flawed
lost pieces and all
and still want
to light up my darkest shadows
enough to outshine
each star in the sky.
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