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Destre' Apr 2016
It's not even dark*
But it's horribly dark
Don't you see?
How the walls inch closer
And the shadows jump out at me
How the floor creeks
And the breeze creeps
Through the window past the currents
It's terribly dark
But you can't see...
Your blind to what lurks
What jumps, creeks, and what creeps
The street light shines in
So no.. I guess It's not dark
Destre' Apr 2016
The road seems to flow like the ocean reflecting the midnight sky
Wind sways the limbs of an oak tree near by
Light from a street lamp casts there shadows down
They shift and sway and flow when no ones around
But shh...
Not many know
That at night, there's an ocean just up the road
Was it an oak tree?
Destre' Apr 2016
One window
one door
but no where to go
Seems I can't run from the thought of him
I can't hide from the happy memories
And I can't trick myself into believing
that this feeling has gone away
Maybe it will one day. I don't really like posting things like this, it feels a little redundant, but whatever. Can there be, or is there, a saying that goes "the only stupid ideas are the ones not shared" I think the one I'm thinking of is about questions.
Destre' Mar 2016
Once so close
Now so far
Two trains on parallel tracks
With no chance of a head on collision
I think I need to take a step back
Set a pen to these pages and start making some revisions
Takin' a look, past, present, future, I have no plan but maybe it's time to make one
Destre' Feb 2016
It's like a flutter in my heart
A sudden rush of gravity
As it falls out of its place that was once behind my rib cage

It's a flutter in my chest of the worst kind
Not one of butterfly wings or hummingbirds
Not one of shy smiles and blushing cheeks
Its One of less than beautiful misery

No this isn't a flutter of wonder
This is one of dark corners where the unknown lurks
This is one of dead trees in an unkept desolate cemetery

Maybe one day I'll look on the bright side

Maybe one day this flutter of sudden gravity pulling my heart though my chest
Will subside
It'll be okay.
Destre' Feb 2016
With each inch the caterpillar crawls
the leaf it's after is blown another foot

With every flower the bee buzzy around
there are five more that need to be visited

With every page turned
there are a million more to read
Destre' Feb 2016
Eyes grey like the clouds of a rainy day
Hard with your anger
Soft with your smile
Your eyes were grey changing shades with the light
Mesmerising
Beautiful in such an odd way
I always thought it was such a dull color
Until you looked at me that night in the dark
And I got lost in your shifting grey eyes
I still get lost in them..
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