Silient, but deadly,
Here in this big empty bed, I lie,
I dwell in sorrow,
And I cant help but cry.
When the day is at its end,
And I'm trying to sleep,
I close my eyes,
I've become good at pretend.
And only then,
My thoughts finally become clear,
And I have courage.
Judgement;
I, for now, no longer fear.
In my dreams I'm made of stone,
I can finally reign on my emotions,
Perched atop a ****** throne.
But my king is nothing more than an arrogant fool,
He knows not how to treat a queen,
He's so selfish and cruel.
And even there in my prison,
I feel so free,
With chains on my wrists,
Blood dripping onto this marble tile,
I feel so at peace,
I could always stay there awhile,
But I must go,
Back to reality,
A place most hostile.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
i won
plans executed perfectly
and i saved people
i did it
i saved people important to me
with deviousness and trickery
when they say you've done something right
no one will ever know you did anything at all
as relief washes over me
a sense of anger does as well
this never should have been my battle
but I won anyway
I'm the winner
why does this victory feel so hollow?
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter
the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile
they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world
they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you
but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.
j.f
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC