He stands in the alley. Just watching the flow of urban sprawl. The dark, gray, hood cloaking him. Black jacket tight to his chest. His denim blue. Dark. The zippers clean-cut. It's not like girls to be in the alley, but there she is. Dark, purple, skirt attuned to her figure. Black leggings, and a top to match. She's enchanting. She's mesmerizing. As if from another planet. Dropped between the high-rises by some enigma.
His past was forgettable. His home not a home. Nothing more than a trauma drenched memory. His mom not a mom. His dad long deceased. The streets filled the void the in his soul. While his horizons were bleak, he watched his mom use. Never getting better. Worse day by day. Cancerous fate tightened it's hold on his neck. He looks to see her eyes on him.
It wasn't odd, they were old friends after all. Friends with opposite backrounds. One bound by sadness, drowning in agony. The other pushed to success. Living a false dream while still managing to hold a smile. "I hate my mom, there is nothing left of her." He lipped to his quiet witness
He expected scorn, a sour look on her face. No one understood. Instead, she pressed a finger to the bottom of her lip, gaze turning to the sky. Her celestial, green, eyes illuminated by the moon. He pondered the barrage of words that she might say. From forgiveness, to half-hearted sympathies.
No.
When her gaze dropped, their eyes met in a moment that felt like an eternity."Let's runaway?" Her question brief and completely unexpected.
His eyes began to tear. Swiftly, he locked her in his arms. Her eyes followed suit. What they lacked alone, they found amongst each other.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
I would be your sword, if you would be my shield.
I would fight away your sorrows, if you protect me from myself.
If you would be my rose, I would be your water.
I would keep your roots alive, and show you how to thrive.
Without you, I would dissipate.
Eaten by the soil.
I would be the clock, if you would be my hands.
I'm stuck here in the past, and need you to move forward.
If you would be my kite, I would be your wind.
I'd take you to new heights.
Embracing every ounce of your beauty.
Showing you off to the world.
I guess it's nice to dream.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
A blackened path
A darkened soul
Reasons I fight
Lost from my sight
Slowly forgetting
What used to be
What could have been
When my light dims
The shadows come to take me
When my light dims
Will you be there to save me?
Or will I fade away?
Forever in the gray
Blessed by this deception
In need of resurrection
A bird with broken wings
This bird no longer sings
Time becoming thin
With each passing day
My heart is more constricted
Please come and cut the chain
Save me from this sorrow
And free
I will fly again
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
With every passing star
I feel you next to me
As the world weaves it's wake
Please rest among my arms
When the pain seems endless
And sets your heart astray
Know I'll always be here
Forever and a day
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
A ramble in the woods to clear the clutter from my mind
The mountains sing, the creeks & rivers sing louder
The birds can be heard, adding to the song
If you watch & listen an amazing show to be part of
A ramble in the woods, a great way to rapidly bond
Suffer together, type two fun
See what youre made of under clouds & sun
When the aches subside, a ramble again
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
Hope depleting
Heart beat fleeting
Cast astray
Void taking over
Numb to the touch
Cold at the skin
Crushed by the pain
A life lived in vain
There is no escape
Chalk and yellow tape
A hero, not pretend
Now has met his end
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
Spare me your remorse
For I was a tragedy long before
you walked into my life
And wish not for my happiness
For gray is just as beautiful as
red
Have no pity for my agony
And understand it makes the good times better
Sadness signed a signature
And she wrote it on my soul
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
The poets hand drags his graphite & somthing is created
One of a kind from a unique mind
Synopsis turned tangible
A legend by work, but name lost to time
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
The pain of goodbyes
Tears & long sighs
How does a man not feel weak as he cries
Cant stop the floodgates no matter how hard he tries
He tilts his face to the skies as he dries his eyes
Still he feels grateful for such strong family ties
The end of an adventure with so many highs
Pant thighs & shirt damp seemingly dyed
Forward through the fog as the pain slowly dies
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
I can feel it every now and again
The depth of my heart
Or where it used to be
It used to sing so frequently
Now it's lost it's melody
Now it's hard to remember the beat
Because there isn't one
When you chuck a stone into a cave
You wait to hear the echo
But if you throw one into my heart
It'd never hit a solid
For the space is empty
Where it used to sing
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC