autumn-black - Hello Poetry

when it all goes down, find me. words, words, words i need to hear your words. a voice that speaks comfort truth. find me. I'll close my eyes, you. you. you. blink back the tears strength, battles the fears release. inhale. exhale... breathe, we all learn to breathe when it all goes down fight give. learn. love. I'll search for you, survive, battle for you and when it's all done rest. learn to rest.

0

May 27, 2013

May 27, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC

autumn-black

Growing

when it all goes down, find me. words, words, words i need to hear your words. a voice that speaks comfort truth. find me. I'll close my eyes, you. you. you. blink back the tears strength, battles the fears release. inhale. exhale... breathe, we all learn to breathe when it all goes down fight give. learn. love. I'll search for you, survive, battle for you and when it's all done rest. learn to rest.

19

I looked through you once I never expected you to vanish I was so caught up in your stories I didn't want to let you go I never wanted to let go The sky caught your sorrows The stars let you steal their light You swore that one day you would give it all back It gave you hope Hope that you thought would patch you up Give you the breath you longed for The completeness that was trapped within your sleep Only in the dream You smile It came so easily And faded so quickly You never knew how it came and went But you've searched years for it Never knowing how you would grasp it But always trying Always trying You were meant to try So You Closed your eyes and sighed "I'll get ya this time."

0

Oct 10, 2011

Oct 10, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC

autumn-black

within the eyes of you

I looked through you once I never expected you to vanish I was so caught up in your stories I didn't want to let you go I never wanted to let go The sky caught your sorrows The stars let you steal their light You swore that one day you would give it all back It gave you hope Hope that you thought would patch you up Give you the breath you longed for The completeness that was trapped within your sleep Only in the dream You smile It came so easily And faded so quickly You never knew how it came and went But you've searched years for it Never knowing how you would grasp it But always trying Always trying You were meant to try So You Closed your eyes and sighed "I'll get ya this time."

26

it's a faint scent that always carries me back. i see only a glowing blue, a blue spark given to me by you subtly catching tired eyes, gently whispered lullabies, singing, twisting, encrypting everything i say. nevermind, that my dear it's really hard to stay clear. i'm floating in and out of memories. dreams stolen by lonely company. it's okay though, perhaps they need them more than i do. it's fall again. eyes in full swing business orange, fiery chaos. breathe deep. cool and fresh, October air. how can i tell you, when my chest is a dusty, ill ridden fissure. hollow, empty echos. echos. walls painted with unbelievable smiles depression compression within these dark places. is it too late to call your name? im back now. tattered and worn open book, tired of language Sleepy eyes, close themselves. Should I compromise? Maybe just let it happen.. meek, but never weak. goodnight, good night. music interjects. a perfect time to start over cool and fresh.

0

Oct 10, 2011

Oct 10, 2011 at 9:16 PM UTC

autumn-black

2:21 am

it's a faint scent that always carries me back. i see only a glowing blue, a blue spark given to me by you subtly catching tired eyes, gently whispered lullabies, singing, twisting, encrypting everything i say. nevermind, that my dear it's really hard to stay clear. i'm floating in and out of memories. dreams stolen by lonely company. it's okay though, perhaps they need them more than i do. it's fall again. eyes in full swing business orange, fiery chaos. breathe deep. cool and fresh, October air. how can i tell you, when my chest is a dusty, ill ridden fissure. hollow, empty echos. echos. walls painted with unbelievable smiles depression compression within these dark places. is it too late to call your name? im back now. tattered and worn open book, tired of language Sleepy eyes, close themselves. Should I compromise? Maybe just let it happen.. meek, but never weak. goodnight, good night. music interjects. a perfect time to start over cool and fresh.

40