Loneliness and broken wings
A caged bird that never sings
Desperation is so vast
They weep of such sad pasts
Cry into the night does he
Scream in fright of him does she
Chained down by the same insanity
That comforts them and lets them see
The dark monsters they have set free
Upon the rest of humanity
He licks a tear drop from her eye
Bring to her solace he must try
Rescue her from the consuming nightmare
His eyes gaze at hers with that piercing stare
He yearns to grab her and make her stay
But he knows she's just too far away
Choking and sobbing his hate burns white-hot
For the pain that he feels inside will not be forgot
He's drawn it from her the saint that he be
To lessen the burden she's carried heavily.
His heart is leaden with too much despair
For a ***** whose life he'll never share.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Those eyes are apostrophes, they make you stop for awhile.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
The only tear that slides down my cheek
Speaks for the thousands
That I only wish I could shed
It leaves my face cold
And it agitates me
It leaves a stain upon my cheek
Much like the stain
I happen to call a heart
The tear is like a ghostly caress
Only instead of helping
It intensifies my depression
It itches on my face
Like the itch upon my wrists
That only the knife
May satisfy.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
I.
Please give me shelter
from the rain and snow
Give me a place
where I may grow.
I'll mend you up,
make you look new.
Strike a fire in your hearth
and make those coals really glow.
All I need is some solace,
and a place of sanctuary.
I dearly need to get out
of the rain and snow.
II.
Grant me to watch the roses
creep along your stoney walls;
you look so ravishing
sitting abandoned in these feilds.
There is Perfection in your windows,
Triumph in your thatched roof,
Wisdom in the worn walkway
leading to your door.
I see love in your sturdy structure,
And as those roses grow up you,
you grow more upon me....
III.
The seed of my affection
becomes a burning infatuation.
I've plummeted into a
great sea of flames
contorting and licking and biting and twisting
pulling at me like the waves
caressing your near by shores.
I long only to stroke the stones
of your existance, to run my hands through your dirt
and through your grass.
I long only to exemplify you, worship you
To me- this home, this shrine, this temple,
you are omnipotent.
To be held above all else,
a treasure to be beheld by only myself.
IV.
As time creeps along
your walls commence to crack.
Your straw turns soggy and brown.
You are leaky and drafty.
and your door hangs crooked
as you begin to slouch and decay.
Yet, I shall stay.
I wrinkle and become stiff and grey.
I will not leave you, I refuse to stray.
For you've given me shelter,
you protected me from the snow and rain.
So for you, my love shall never wane.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC