Tears trickle down my face as I sit and wait.
The silence, the lightning, all makes me frightened.
when you smile I can't hear it the screaming of my demons.
When you smile all my pain wane and fade away my shaking heart.
My aching heart's awaiting, wondering what's missing.
Iv'e been dreaming for a while now old dreams with a furrowed brow,
but When you smile I can't hear it the screaming of my demons. when you smile all my pain fades and wane away my shaking heart.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Screaming inside, no one can hear me pleading inside.
falsifying pride, no one can tell I'm dying inside.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
There was a time when we were innocent, naive, and content , but we grew up.
Some sooner than others,but defaced by life's brute evasion nonetheless.
So innocent we were; danger was no further than the hard wood floor where cushioned pillows and books were our safety to the door, but we grew up.
Faced with hunger, desire, and needs; disgraced for difference, overwhelmed by ****** greed.
There was a time when we were innocent when emotions were simple.
We laughed when we were happy, cried when we were sad, but we grew up.
We learned there were tears of happiness and laughter within the pain deep inside our chest.
We discovered emotions weren't simple; they're more than 123, a thing to keep hidden, or deemed unfit to lead.
So innocent we were when "I love you" meant the world. An intangible bond between us and our Guardian, yet we grew up.
"I love you" are fighting words you have to prove, feel, and fear 'cause it can **** and heal all in the same gear.
Yes, there was a time when we were innocent then a knock came upon the door. All glasses were shattered and our innocence nevermore.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Our minds are big, ambiguous,but rigged.
We think one thing of the other yet totally dismiss another.
Form concepts amidst time; lose track within its binds.
Tide thinkers, bold fakers, but content with old makers.
"Tell us what to do"
"tell us how to play "
"Please old teachers, tell us what to say."
We pretend we are grown up in control of what we do, but it's all a lie, a cover up of truth. Forever we continue following, burning just a few; yearning and searching for something dangerous, wild and new.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
I've waited a while to write this;
Dreamed of it for years.
I've waited a while to write this;
Screamed over it with tears.
I've waited a while to write this
Several years at least.
Ladies and gents to you I present my final masterpiece.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
I haven't written in a while.
It's not that I haven't tried, just
Lately that spark inside me has died.
Ever look at the world and all its wonders in admiration and think, just maybe,
maybe I'll be a part of that wonder some day.
Well I have.
Shadowed by insecurities I have cried. Swallowed in self loathing I hide. With every tear that escape my eye I have looked at the wonders of life and asked why.
The world's natural wonder doesn't come that easily because wonders don't talk to people like you and me.
We have to prove ourselves you see; weld and Learn scientifically. We have to embrace the night in sight to truly ignite the desired light.
So yeah, I haven't written in a while. With all my will power I have tried I've been struggling to survive, yet ironically the most important part inside of me has died.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
Everyone feel, but it's the poet who reveals the secrets we can't describe.
The definition of life is in the words a poet writes.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
I ponder over the words then write.
It's flowing, I'm glowing, everything is right.
What use to be intimate memories now visible in sight.
Decide on sharing 'cause I know I'm not the only one.
Turns out I am the only one tonight.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
A dog's bark echo in the distance.
Crickets chirp beyond brick walls.
One faintly hears the owl's sweet call.
A pounding heart beneath the shall.
In the silence noises seep
leaving the listener to silently weep.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
Afraid of what I don't know.
love what hate me the most.
Caught in a battle to be myself
when told the best thing is someone else.
Extricated from defeat.
Accompanied by agony.
Forced to love irony.
Humbled by deceit.
To be myself self I must stay sound
Or change my stars uniquely.
No more innocence to be found
What a battle within me.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC