Three thousand miles of continent
soil
dirt
grass
gravel
Three thousand miles of people
busy
tired
drama
life
Three thousand miles of need
love
lust
touch
taste
Three thousand miles away from you
is
slowly
killing
me
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
I dream of a composed future
Of better composition than this rhyme
One where my eyes ignite at the sight
Of opportunity to bring forth old time
And to replace each painful breath with
Another's aspiration, who's be similar to mine
I dream of a collected future
Better still than this collection of lines
One where I only hear peace like
In nearby fields, where
Another can gather this rationale
So may his fingers be with hers
intertwined
I dream of a fulfilled future
For it's merely half full, at this time
One with the sensation of
Elation, relief and no condemnation
Solitude with her, from the past
Simplicity making this last, the
Serenity within that they both share
I dream of a future, I know that isn't there.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
I try not to let you strangle me
I try not to let you drown me
I try not to let you burn me
I try not to let you hurt me
Completely blind, absolutely deaf
To my own advice, my own truth
Afraid of my very own mind
Of the thoughts that posses every part
You crawl, you climb
And you stay, you linger
Control slips, its now out of reach
So you grab the chance and take over
I’m alive, but hardly breathing
You choke, not ****
You laugh, as you flood
You whisper: “I’ve done it again”
You win.
You’ve triumphed.
I fail.
I’ve fallen.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC