It may be sad to think,
That what's above us, may sink.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
Take it to the bridge,
That's where it's meant to be,
It's meant to be remembered,
By lowly lock and key.
It's meant to stay forever,
It should never be forgotten,
It was there the entire time,
Yourself, not nearly so often.
It stayed there through the cold,
It stayed there through the rain,
It meant to stay with you,
Yet you never walked that bridge again.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
I made it from the beginning,
I made it from spare parts,
I made it so I could finish,
To then rebuild it from the start.
I made it through the years,
I made it to this minute,
I made it to this world,
To be the only left in it.
I made it through adversity,
I made it through the pain,
Hey. I made it Mr.
I made it here again.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
Those hands they'd be like snow, for ice could glow in your eyes.
Don't compromise this moment we have, adjust the volume to max
We're the only ones here in this terrace flat, come round and we can chat for ages, take it smoothly, in stages; turn me up, feel through my pages, purrrrrrr
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
*I survived:
My father's death, who left too early,
My mother's trip to the land of forever fog,
The loss of a child,
A few years in the Pool,
Swimming with gentle crocodiles,
The mountain trail somewhere East,
An angry crowd in Musutiste,
On the same day, the shelling in Studencane,
A few disappointments,
One recent betrayal,
And the black cloud nightmares.
I will survive:
The daily headache,
The selection at the Academy
The fading love,
The obsessive longing for Someone,
Yes, I will survive
It all.
So help me God.*
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
The steel has been stained but it wasn't meant to be -
Caught up in the blizzard! now all you have is the scissors!
On the inside your broken and now your losing (your mind)
but they're so blind that they only see the bruising.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Sit alone with your thoughts for just ten minutes. You might realize that there is nothing scarier then what crawls around your mind.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
Maybe It's Too Late, chains loosen and your grip tightens, the children are frightened, meshed brains and broken hearts stand on broken floorboards tangled in wires; which operate their lives as they're spared from the damage inside their brains, nostalgia sprains the future findings of blood stains on carpets that are hidden deep like veins.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
There's a person there, if you want to greet it.
It's only deep when you want to feel it.
There is an answer,
There is an alternative;
There is someone there
If you wish to believe it,
There is an alternative.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC