Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
There's a monster that lives inside of me.
Crawling, itching, aching under my skin.
It controls me. It haunts me. And it will never leave.
I'm left in the dark, alone, drowning.
It's holding me down to keep me weak.
People tell me to be strong but the monster gets mad when i fight back, it punishes me.
I'd cry for help but i cant, trust me I would if I could.
All I can manage to do if get mad,
blame others for my monster.
But there is no one to blame but me.
I'm the one that is afraid of myself.
 Sep 2013 Carley
mark john junor
under the stars
we danced the last dance of the night
to some slow tune
we danced the last dance of the night
just the two of us on the ballroom floor
with the ball spinning a world full of glittering stars
as the bargirl washed the glasses
and smiled at our soul to soul kisses
and as well bid her our fare thee well's
and walked cross the gravel lot
a breeze kicked up and unbound us
from reality
so we could sail home on a ship of dreams

i gathered her in my arms
and the world was light as air
we strayed along the streets
so quiet with slumber
and our shadows fell upon our door
like homecoming

she kissed me
and held herself there in my arms for a moment
as if to capture the fleeting moment
its frail wings beating soft and slow
and it is perfumed by her laugh
which is sleepy
and is followed by a trail of mumbles
like cowboys following the stars
like sheep playing in endless fields of fence
i followed them on down
and roped in the moon
set her in the bed
with its scent of roses and patchouli

she breaths softly here next to me tonight
bewildered that i should be so fortunate
to have such angels of beauty in my life
so we dance well into eachothers dreams tonight
with smiles for the
soul to soul kisses
i was born to be mushy :-)

— The End —