Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
I disappeared so long ago, I need a welcome home
I need the truth to tell me I have never been alone
I'd knelt before an idol head who took away my name
And walked away to follow her - the shadow and the blame
A hologram in summer sun, you saw me now you can't
I found a way to lose myself by leveling a slant
The angle formed the solitude within which I could stay
A sleep deprived contingency whose methods I could play
But soon enough my thoughts became a harder kind of game
Along with them my heart compressed to stone of just the same
I beat to beat the hands of time but mine are weary now
I try to close my eyes sometimes but can't remember how
So here I am, alive and still, I'm asking you to see
I'm asking you to spot me here, wherever that may be
I used to be a resident alien and maybe I still am.
One day I looked at you, with my eyes embedded with admiration,
Locked in the truth that you are feeling the same way as I do.
Days and nights were the pretty moments we showered precise affection,
Never crawling away from each others arms, never letting go.

We fell asleep hugging our bodies that were full of heat and desire,
You, giving me assurance that I will never have a nightmare.
But when I woke up, I only saw myself in a room so dark and on fire!
The horror wanting to devour me, burning the souls that I wear.
 Aug 2013 Ayeglasses
Robyn
If I were to write a poem
To you
About what would it be?
Your eyes, your laugh, your smile
Your lips?
Or how drastically you've changed me?

~

If you were here
I'd cradle your head
And whisper sweet songs in your ear
I'd stroke your dark hair
You wouldn't go anywhere
Cause all you'd want to be is
Right here

~

If Fear was a man
He would cloak himself in Arrogance
It may keep him warm but
It is not a pleasant sight
If Thought was a woman
She'd cloak herself in Action
Peeling away each layer of Arrogance
From the Heart of Fear
She so desperately wished
To claim

~

I don't smoke
I don't drink
My parents are married
They're happy, I think
I have no diseases
No wounds on my skin
We believe in a God
That shelters within
We are loving and caring
I've all that I need
I am not a delinquent
I take most rules in heed
But when asked if I'm happy
What to say, I don't know
Most often I lie
Since my answer is no
Was looking through my journal and found some poems I forgot to share.
Have
people's minds become so thin that thinking causes pain
Subdued by every common thing consoling them insane
Transparency has found a way to take its toll on me
But I am here to welcome that which causes him to see
That I have woven far too much with strings that do not hold
And what I've caught inside of them is meant for letting go
The spider said he'd take me in and fed me my own mind
A web of lengthy subtleties diluted in my spine
I crawled upon them long enough to change the shape of days
Pretending to facilitate the others in their ways
But somewhere in this head of mine I tucked away your voice
The only sound that anymore can bring me to rejoice
The note, a key, in which I place the contents that remain
A map upon the lines I crossed but won't and can't
sustain
I refuse to accept that you are leaving
because you always leave
it is in your nature
and I am used to that
but this time you are going
to a place that I can not reach
and I do not know how I will make it
but ******* it, I am so happy for you
because you are getting out
and you are growing up
though you need not to
(wise beyond your years)
you will grow a garden with your words
and you will dye your hair eight different colors
before I get to see you and hold you again
and I will love you more with each passing moon
but oh my darling, my beautiful sunflower
how I am going to miss you so
every second of every single day
-
(please, don't leave
I would do anything
to keep you in my pocket
forever and always)
 Aug 2013 Ayeglasses
kylie
they were smoking cigarettes
on top of their old man's hill
at four o'clock in the morning,
and it was almost uncanny how
the sky was just like the two of
them

it was dark and it was quiet and
it was mysterious, and so were they,
but the sky couldn't talk and it couldn't
feel and sometimes she wished that she
couldn't either

"i love you,"
she told him

"your problem,"
he replied
016
Next page