We build our own cages.
We construct fences around our souls.
We scribble on the walls.
We believe this makes us free.
The world can terrify.
But there is nothing worse
than not experiencing life
for the fear of hurting.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
We are the ones who paint with words
thoughts and feelings soaring like birds,
horrors, dreams and things of the night
indelibly scribed for your delight
furrowed brows are forced to think
in pastel shades and jet black ink
scrawled in haste in an hour of need
raw nerves scraped until they bleed,
there is no cure or magic pill
we lost our freedom to the quill
slicing our souls down to the bone
to leave a legacy carved in stone.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Empty,
no hunger,
depression,
have to eat,
fill the emptiness,
throw up,
eat again,
throw up,
nothing fills,
only the pills.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
it seems that you
always have an excuse, for all of your lies,
neglect and abuse. there is a sob story behind
every mistake, you're turning me, into a pitaful catastrophe.
i dont know how much more this heavy heart can take.
does it help you get to sleep at night?
while its keeping me awake.
im slowly crumbling, i'm begining to break.
a gun to the head would be more merciful ,
then what you've done to me, a rusty dagger in
my back, and an aching in my heart.
you're killing me softly but slowly.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
*Today, yes today.
I found something new about you,*
Those philosophical thoughts of yours keep
repeating the same chains-rhymes, that circulate
in the air - showing me
that you are that worth;
to keep, to treasure for.
When those sparks of fire arises,
Let me be the water,
To be the tranquility of yours, to deliquesce you.
When those 'non compos mentis' thoughts of yours emerge,
Let me be the scholar,
To figure them, to decipher them for you.
However, the truth is my love,
Even after breaking those codes,
Smashing those unbreakable walls and barriers
of yours;
I will never fully understand you,
as you yourself don't.
The thoughts of me not having you;
disrupts the sea within me,
destroys the fort within me,
Sayang (read:love),
those inequalities of ours should not be
the river that separates two lands,
the wall that separates two nations,
the line that separates between black and white (even the grey exists)
Promise me that you will
bare with me, will you?
Even promises are meant to be broken.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
Anxiety is love's greatest killer.
It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
The world inflicts wounds
I don't react.
Follows old diktats
While I see them quiet.
Treads the wrong way
And the majority sway.
I don't have a word to say.
Encourages stupidity
Motivates ignorance.
Punishes you for being right.
Rescuing the truth despite.
Still I don't react.
Kills you, destroys you
Stifles your inner voice
Undeserving people taste success
While the intelligentsia demise.
And still I am a dumb witness.
Well.. I am quiet.
But you never knew.
An ongoing fight ensues
Within a chosen few.
We call them writers
We call them lyricists
The misfits and the poets.
Fight is on
As they write along.
Behind closed doors.
The moment you say
'Yea that's true.'
We know its gone through.
Their work they dont sell
They are a closed door rebel.
Swording with the pen.
They fight battles unknown.
Their work don't sell.
They are a closed door rebel.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
To drift in the wind on the edge of a dream,
chasing our thoughts on the back of a moonbeam,
candyfloss mornings and effervescent nights,
cascading rainbows in a box of delights,
pretty girl smiles and puppy dog tails,
candy stripe slugs and polka dot snails,
ride the light on a sunlit wave,
into the void of the crystal cave.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC