Staring into open space
Unknown water on your face
Precious memories fade away
What a wonderful day
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Crimson red like
A rose, a flower that
Weeps, a boat that
Sinks
Drunk on air,
High on dreams,
Dripping, drowning
Like the sea
Scorching touch like
A flame, red; red everywhere
I see, petals writher like
Death at a scene
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
And how does one forget
Forget the times when things were good
With an ever lasting smile upon my face
I could only think of the day's never ending
And how does one forget
Forget the times when the smile began to disappear
With the constant pushes
With the constant lies
And how does one forget
Forget the day when being told I was insane
That it was all created in my mind
That it all was lies
And how does one forget
Forget the days in which I was alone
Silence welcomed me
Silence became me
And how does one forget
Forget the day when it was all forgotten
Like magic children believe in
It was all fogotten
So how does one forget
Forget the times when things were good
When it was those good times that brought around the bad
And the bad resulted in me being alone
How does one forget
Forget those who did this to me
And will soon do to you
They'll abandon and leave a dark shadow looming over me... you... us...
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Don't go,
Don't go,
Sound the alarm,
Chime the bells,
Before everything fails.
Sleep,
Go to sleep,
Surrender to the dark,
Float in the unknown,
Your body has a mind of it's own.
Silence,
Deathly silence,
Make a sound,
Because no one is around.
Quick,
Quicker than quick,
Your mind is insane.
So sound the alarm
Chime the bells
Before they catch you
Before wrapping you up
No, NO,
Not a Christmas present
An Asylum, is your new tender gift
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
The echos in my head
Are where my dreams lay
My nightmares are my reality
My shadows are no longer my enemies
I feel the evil crawling beside me
Waiting to chain me to the walls
I need salvation
But this is what I'm use to
The on-going chants
Whispering it's going to be alright
Resisting never gets anywhere
Is this how I'm meant to be
To be enslaved to the mind
my imagination running wild
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
These flowers across the sea
Flitting down from the sky
Balancing upon the waves
Too far out
Why dont they come back
Come back into my arms
Where they will forever grow
No longer lost at sea
Their delicate petals drowning
Once a blossom pink
Now a dreary brown
Being undertaken by the waves
The ships that wonder
The ships that find land
Pass the drowning petals
That only want some love and care
So why dont they come back
Do they like the isolated wonderings
Do they like being upon the waves
Shall they not return I too will be set of to sea
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
When we are born there are hopes and dreams,
On the path we follow, enemies are made,
Cruelty forced upon us, tearing at our seams
The existence of the world is enveloped in flames, fire and decay.
Everywhere we turn – a wasteland waves,
Isolated, ruined, desolate
Negativity runs deep, tagged metal in their waist bands
The urge to be free, unchained, untagged.
Meadows of green grass and daisies and yellow roses,
towering the shadows, no worries about,
Winter creeps; silently, swiftly, suavely. Now
an ocean of black roses remain in power.
Oh colourful canvas, how beautiful you used to be,
Now you’re smothered in the greyness of despair,
An intimidation of words aggressively written,
And the pain never ends
That desperate wish that someone could care!
This noose I tie is never tied tight enough,
The glistening light shivers a hope for eternal sleep
Such a shame the cut never succeeds
And an only friend has gone
Facebook, MySpace, Twitter;
He made himself the target and ****** in,
He took their advice, took the bullet,
Their words are a complete and utter sin
My, my it was that hilarious! Honestly.
The world corrupt, no social networks,
What a laugh it was; all fits and giggles
The importance never occurred
We- the kids of this generation- know nothing
but how to navigate the internet
Them- the adults of the era- that want the best
ignorant to the life on the information highway
This world is changing,
This world is ending,
This society, will become my newest nightmare
This society, will become your newest warfare
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC