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city-grave
citygrave.tumblr.com / The names City, and the rest is history
Sorry I'm going in your direction I'm trying to get through the cold It's freezing out here And I'm trying to avoid the bones It snowed yesturday but my heart didn't grow cold My graduation day is set for June Thought it would be nice to know And I know You don't wanna hear about my love or my dreams Because it's not your career But I just wanna stear clear of the lies Smoke and mirrors filled our past time I just wanna clear this ice cold road No, I never had hope, and my loved had failed Because I never had a man to look me in the eyes Tell me I'm doing right Wipe my tears Defrost the car Paint the walls white I'm doing right Struggle through the cold on my own Don't need to break your bones No I don't wanna live your fairytale life
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
Another Letter To Father
She was crippled Lost in her thoughts As pieces of her life shattered around her She was caved in The room began to spin Everything raised As what was left of her hope began to fade away Spinning, and shifting; no escape Never let loose for a breath of fresh air But caught in despair she drops the razor Flushes the pills Drains the alcohol But grabs the knife, and ends everything including her life
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 3:34 PM UTC
The Crippling
Give me all the drugs Give me all the *** Give me the fights at night Give me every ******* thing you have **** success **** being best dressed That **** doesn’t last It doesn’t last, it’ll pass when we pass You get happy then sad You’re excited than disappointment Constantly guessing all the possibilities And wondering why the pain haunts you day to day Give me patience Give me all the **** virtues that I’ve always lacked Give me acceptance Give me love, give me life So what if it gives me inspiration, I’m tired of the suffering No one asked to born But people ask to die Can’t even ******* fall asleep at night
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 3:33 PM UTC
The Haunting
Did it ever occur to you that nothing matters We’re nothing of something Products of the past None of us will ever ******* last Did anyone tell you the truth? Did you ask? Everyone that’s ever died is never coming back Once you’re gone, you’re done, dead, dust We’re not clean We’re not pure We’re unsure of the future and the past It’s a mystery This is all self-explanatory We’re all dommed to be consumed by what we ignore Our blood will pour As we adore what we can never have We die The world ends Everything stops, nothing last forever Whether it’s natural or self imposed Remember not all of us grow old So think before you grab the knife Think of the end to the suffering Enjoy what’s left before it’s gone Because one that’s exactly what we’ll be Dead and gone for no one to see
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 3:33 PM UTC
Death Grabbing Trees
It was as bad as consuming a bucket of onions Living, breathing, life Getting up every morning Taking a shower, getting dressed, getting out the door, and into the world A break would’ve been pleasant Being able to sit under the trees Not worrying about time Now that, would put my body at ease Constant rush, increasing pressure Life is like an on going natural disaster What are we even after? Who are we trying to impress? We as humans are deceitful We’re our own best friend Yet our own worst enemy I want a break Fresh air I’m tired of being stuck in despair Let me lie under the trees and breathe Completely let go of who I used to be
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
Breathing Onions, Chucking Up Air