Maybe seen,
used to been,
still your sin,
but just in a bin.
Swipe to clear,
make it sear,
but unhear,
I'm afraid not, dear.
Erase the proof,
simply ****
stay aloof,
still know the truth.
Now gone,
a con,
but drawn,
still on.
Delete,
complete,
a cheat,
I can beat.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
The sun makes shade, yet there is no sun in the dark.
The fun we play, yet the fun is no where in my heart.
The river flows to the wind,
The sliver grows within my skin.
However longer it may be,
I'm never stronger to pay the fee.
I still fight my way to you,
I'll take flight to end my due.
There is no other way,
I'm going to see you before I go,
One last thing I need to say,
There's still something you need to know.
~
The feeling you give me in my soul,
The life you bring me pays the toll.
So,
Fly away, fly away with me.
Don't
Sly away, sly away from me.
Let me embrace your heart,
Let me take place of your dark.
Free my soul and set me free.
Douse the coal and turn the key.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
Shaking, heart racing,
My body is out of control.
I try to start pacing,
But I've fallen down the hole.
Gnawing, so empty
My body needs its fuel,
But all this has kept me,
My body - I duel.
Eyes burning, tears falling,
I don't want no more,
The weight I am hauling,
It's at the center of my core.
I'm hurting, I'm lost,
It's never ending,
And I know the cost
Of just pretending
That this, yes this,
Is my usual day,
No kiss, no bliss,
And the nothing you say.
But I truly know,
That this is not the same,
No, what you show,
Is nothing but a game.
And I, yes I
Am stuck in its disparity,
And that is why,
My love is a rarity.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Why, hello there.
Who is this in the mirror?
A dark silhouette is here,
Telling me the end is near.
I shake my head,
I look away,
My feelings are dead,
Or so you say.
One long limb after another,
You stretch into my world.
I try to take cover,
But your fingers are curled.
I cannot walk,
Cannot see,
Cannot talk,
To what's taken over me.
You shush me quietly,
Do not make a fuss.
Let your thoughts run wildly,
Yes, let them rush..
You taunt me with my past,
Saying what's done is done,
If you want this to last,
Let's have a little fun.
Your friends over there,
They seem quite nice,
Tell them your life isn't fair,
That all has a price.
Let the tears fall,
Drown in your sorrow,
give your friends a call,
Tell them you need a favor to borrow.
They will assist,
But I will not quit,
You will resist,
But they cannot baby sit.
Who needed them any who,
I'm the only friend you need,
Ill always be true,
Even while you bleed.
You were already drained,
Before I entered you,
Like the days had rained,
But you had no clue.
My brothers and sisters,
had already infested your life,
From all of those misters,
They all held the knife.
My pessimistic ways,
are for the better,
While you're in its daze,
You write the letter.
I sign it for you generously,
So you can rest,
Because I am honestly,
The last "friend" that you have left.
My mission has ended,
Your misery is subsided.
To I who you had friended,
That you suicided.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
Gliding high,
Soaring wide.
I've got these wings,
By my side.
I may fly,
Or I may die,
But I'll take a chance to see
The sky.
Feathers ruffled,
I fall silently.
No fear because in the end
I'm going up.
My voice is muffled,
I cry quietly,
Nothing left to defend,
I shrivel up.
It's not a gift,
Not even near.
My feet will lift,
But not my fear.
And who's to tell,
Who is at fault,
When even hell is
Locked in its own vault.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
It pains me to know what is happening,
When I shouldn't know.
It's a pain that burdens me,
A pain I cannot show.
If I please my tears,
For If they fall,
I will be surrounded by my fears,
And I will receive my final call.
I silently watch the feed,
It fills the screen hourly.
My anger needs to be freed,
But I sit alone cowardly.
I ask myself why,
I look at this with intent,
I set myself up to cry,
but with not a single tear wept.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
Don't fly me to your heights,
if you can hardly even take flight.
If you plan to be flying by my side.
Your words are so deceiving.
You say, that you love, me.
[ and this just keeps on happening ]
Deceiving~
Don't take me, where I'm blind.
I don't want be your follower,
You can never, truly, chain me.
You say, that you love, me.
[ and this just keeps on happening ]
Deceiving~
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
My curiosity left me to searching you.
As I form your name,
I know exactly who,
It's time to start this game.
I enhance my appearance,
In a way you couldn't shake,
I'm making my reappearance,
It's time I reawake.
I knew I said I'd forget you,
I've convinced myself so much.
Even though I know I do,
I can't do as such.
There is something you have,
That grasps onto my heart.
It's like being cut in halves,
When we try to act apart.
Days ago, you accepted my request.
A memory I collect,
and send it to you in protest.
In hope you will reflect.
This morning I check up,
On this chest game I've made.
You replied a video saying " Sup!"
I'm surprised only a little delay.
My heart stops,
Your faint smile.
My bliss tops,
I ran that mile.
I have you once more,
I'm not letting you slip away.
I'm mending what' we tore,
By simple words we'll say.
I reply back,
My cheeks rosy red.
My confidence lack,
To those words you said.
Now I'm in my daily routine,
I see that you've receive,
I know that you've seen.
You smiled like I did,
That's what I believe.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
I feel the weight,
of our memories on my heart.
I hear the clank,
of these chains moving apart.
These days of none,
Have came and went.
I've learned to fund,
with not a cent.
I'm your tool,
I work to please,
to please the fool,
as I fall to my knees.
Friendships thin,
as his whips of memories,
tear into my skin,
and I bear the misery.
I bear the pain,
because I don't want to lose what I have earned.
I bear this stain,
because I want to remember what I've learned.
In his eyes,
I am really nothing but lingering.
In my eyes,
all I see is abiding.
In the end,
and I hate to think,
I'm really nothing but an old friend.
As our past begins to sink.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Day one,
I'm not going to jump the gun.
Day two,
It's only been a few.
Day three,
I'm starting to feel wary.
Day four,
Is that reality knocking at the door?
Day five,
Should I consider staying alive?
Day six,
I'm not seeing a simple fix.
Day seven,
What if this reaches eleven?
Day eight,
I'm beginning to feel hate.
Day nine,
I can't tell myself anything is fine.
Day ten,
There's no telling when.
Day eleven,
There's no turning to heaven.
Day twelve,
I start to shelve.
Day thirteen,
Affecting my normal routine.
Day fourteen,
This is obscene.
Day fifteen,
I don't feel clean.
Day sixteen,
All that I've foreseen.
Day seventeen,
Represents the age I am meant to mean.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC