I want to talk of war
Of the horror
Of every stain in the mirror
Stains of ichor, blood and tar
I want to talk of pain
Of the manner
Its infusion makes me cower
This time, next time, and then again
I want to talk of fear
Of ice and gale
Of hope and rapture - how they fail
As I do so, see how I sneer
As your eyes widen
As your ears shut
As you mouth opens
To retort:
All the beauty in the world
Is all around to be taken
Life too short!
Wake up, and then
witness marvels of all sorts!
I do not want
to speak of your marvels
you are the one who buried them
And as you flaunt
beauty as your anthem
You are still holding the shovel
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
Broken Soul-
The pain I feel can never be lifted.
The needs my heart hungers for no
man could ever possibly provide.
Suffering inside with no light at
the end of the tunnel, no hope to
find a way to mend all that is
broken within.
So I sit in constant darkness,
filled with feelings of eternal
hopelessness and fear.
Just waiting for the day it
shall all come to an end.
When I will finally be able
to forever leave and just
simply disappear.
Lopez ©reationz 2009
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
am afraid to be your friend
because you might say goodbye tomorrow
am afraid to fall in love
because my heart might be broken by you
am afraid to tell you my secret
because you might tell it to the world
am afraid to walk in you shadow
because it might just disappear
am afraid to lean on you
because you might decide to just let me fall
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
**I woke up to screams, so loudly and piercing I felt my heart stop
and seems as if it leaped out of my body,
I kept hearing it
and it seemed to get louder & louder,
a beautiful siren's hollow cries
and wails calling from the unknown darkest places
I've longs to forget
and in the mist of the midnight those screams
haunted me awake,
I felt chills
and fear like never before, it got closer louder even still
and my whole being froze,
I can feel the blood in me go cold and as dark
as I am I'm sure I was a ghostly white
when I felt another's present
and those screams seems to go on forever,
I couldn't open my eyes,
I was to afraid to see what might come next,
at best
I thought whatever it was it'd get me,
I hide under the blankets and seems the screams followed me,
I jumped outta bed with my eyes closed
and
pressed myself against the walls,
I tried
oh how I tried to call out but
the problem
was it was
I the one
letting out this uncontrollable
SCREAM!
Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©**
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Soon I will get far
Beneath our footsteps on a long shore,
The sand is soft and promising
And there she is
A beautiful muse
Waiting for me like there's no fear
In the world
Looking forward for challenges
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
It feels weird talking to you
Like we're both too afraid
To laugh or make a joke
Or to say something that might prompt
I miss you, remember when we used to be friends?
That time is still too close
The cut I sliced into you
Has not yet become a scar
I'm still sorry I made you bleed
But you beat me and bruised me
Until I forgot how my skin looked before
Things aren't how they used to be
We didn't pick up where we left off
Because when I left you it was 2 am
And we were both in tears
Wondering if we would ever be the same
Now I'm trying not to bring up the fact
That I know everything about you
Because it might hurt to think about what used to be
And what if things have changed?
What if the person I knew so much about doesn't exist anymore?
Maybe you're happier now
I know I am
Maybe you're still trying to find a reason
I don't have an answer
For why I did what I did
I just knew I had to stop drinking the water
To get rid of the poison
This was probably a bad idea
Getting your hopes up
And mine
Sometimes I just want to cry
And tell you to love me
I want you to know me
I want you to fix me
I want you to break me
I want to be the most important thing in your life
The way I was before
And I want to break your heart
Over and over and over again
Please just talk to me
And think about me before you fall asleep
And pray that I love you back
Even though you know I never will
I want to annoy you
Until 3 in the morning
When we both should be asleep
I want to call you
When I'm drunk and alone
Because no one else will put up with it
The hardest thing I have to learn
Is if I really want you
Or a replacement
I guess I have options
I just need to take my pick
Please don't leave just yet
But stay oh so far away
Off in the distance
Where I can see your body
But don't have to read your face
Follow me wherever I go
Try to make no sound
And I'll look back but keep on walking
Until days like today
Where I just need to know
That you still care
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
How did I go from the heartbroken to the heartbreaker?
Every time I see a girl, I think I can take her.
Once you've been hurt so many times before, you refuse to be hurt anymore.
Are my player ways a reflection of my last?
Fell in love with someone, then you find out they're an ***
Am I becoming my exes?
Already thinking about the next while I'm with my present?
I can't pinpoint my change.
It's kinda strange.
I did a complete 180,
because I never felt this way.
But does this make me a bad person?
Am I afraid of healing?
Maybe it's the fear of commitment that I'm feeling.
I can be so distant.
Not grow attached.
Back-to-back relationships,
I don't see nothing wrong with that.
I just don't get feelings.
Is it so wrong that I've become numb?
It's like I don't have any remorse for what I've done.
So..
Am I becoming my ex?
Am I a bad person?
Am I done healing?
Or..
Am I still hurting?
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
They tell you to smile all the time
But then wonder why the hell you're smiling all the time, saying it makes you look suspicious
They tell you to tilt your head and you'll see things a little bit different
But then wonder what the hell is wrong with your neck
They tell you to speak your mind
But then wonder why the hell you're not shutting up
They tell you it's okay to be different
But then wonder why the hell a guy's wearing make up
They tell you to follow your dreams
But then wonder why the hell you're always sleeping
They tell you to stand up for what you believe in
But then wonder why the hell you refuse to sit down
They tell you all these goddammed double standards
But then wonder why the hell you don't listen
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
i walked in a garden
i saw roses, daisies, bougainvilleas
pagoda and peonies too
and somehow they reminded me of you
the roses reminded me of your lips
how it's so red and lovely
how it curves whenever your smile along with your eyes
how it separates when you laugh
the daisies reminded me of your eyes
how it slowly blooms beautifully in morning
how lovely when it slowly closes at night
how chatoyant it was when touched by light
the bougainvillea reminded me of your being
how you stood strong despite everything
how you stayed lucent and beautiful
how you let yourself bloom in many colours
the pagoda reminded me of your skin
how it's yellowish and eternally beautiful
how smooth and soft it was
how selcouth it seems in my retina
the peonies reminded me of your heart
how it's still exquisite despite of its fragile figure
how it's still eesome even though it looks wrinkled
how it stays strong and pulchritudinous
walking in the garden felt serendipitious
it felt like walking
inside your existence
and i liked it.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
She was as delicate,
as a flower.
But with time, all her beautiful petals,
had fallen off because of her sadness.
He left, her bestfriend left,
All her leaves, weren't green,
Anymore.
She broke a little inside;
Slowly, with time,
The delicate, beautiful,
flower, died.
She was Orphic.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC