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I sit in the middle of a dark room
Surrounded my forty eight candles

Burning brightly and quietly,
they flicker with the slightest breeze

One candle is one year of my life,
their wax melting graciously to the floor

One burns out then another
my life is being extinguished swiftly

Darkness envelopes me whole
a little light and warmth present

Twenty four candles out
haunting feelings set in

What has happened to my life
sickening feeling besets me

Three to go, its going too fast
my final words, my final breathes

Pitch black
Heart stops
I am gone
Cold air whisps
in the blue October

Tap Tap Tap
On the broken glass

Spine chilling sensation
creeps up on you

Tap Tap Tap
On your broken back

Closed burning eyes
never want to open

Tap Tap Tap
Across the wooden floor

It stands over you,
embracing your inner fears

Tap Tap Tap
On your shoulder

You are going crazy,
mental anguish sets in

Tap Tap Tap
It's all in your head
Dear Writers,

Water the page with thoughts and observe the roses which root and flourish.
Not done but I love the opening so I wanted to share
 Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
Hannah
You called me ****
and I laughed

Because I am so much more than that

-h.w.
I am broken and powerful tonight
 Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham



Tattoos and purple hearts,
Their there for life,
But you can have it all,
In the seeds of paradise,
Tattoos and purple hearts,
Their there for life,
But you can have it all,
In the seeds of paradise,

Eyes black like tar,
I can show you the other side of reality,
Revolver to your brain,
It doesn't matter if you live eternally,
You would have seen the inevitability,
In the words that you speak,
But instead you act senseless to thing that you hate mentally,


Tattoos and purple hearts,
Their there for life,
But you can have it all,
In the seeds of paradise,
Tattoos and purple hearts,
Their there for life,
But you can have it all,
In the seeds of paradise.
Who wants to be on part 2 !!!!!!!!
Welcome to your new home
I'm sorry about the mess
But the last person who lived in here
Left it a bit of a wreck
They often used harsh language
and smoked too many cigarettes
they were rough around the edges
and all around a mess
They passed that on to me
and for I while I joined in
But then it became painful to me
In nothing could I win
But they packed up and left
and I went through rehabilitation
So here I am before you
refreshed and anew
and now I wish to open my heart
once again for you
So come make a happy home
lay your self to rest
It all belongs to you now
I give you all my best.
 Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
R
Parched
 Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
R
She knows what she does to me
She leaves me completely and utterly parched.
Other places may not be,
But I can sure as hell can tell you that
When I break off our kiss,
I have no saliva in my mouth
For everything has gone
                 Down
                           Down
                                  Down
And I am begging to get her to drown
In waters where you can no longer
Wade.
****** prompt... Oops. Sorry not sorry.
Desolated in the rhymes of my mind
Isolated by the thoughts left behind
Many wayward dreams fill my head like a book
Rip them out at the seams, not worth another look
It's time to forget the past
Finally move forward, at last

Consecrated in the folds of my dreams
Decimated by the tears and the screams
So much disappointment lodging in my brain
Am I human, and if so, am I insane?
It's time indeed, it's overdue
Gotta live for me and forget about you

Impacted by memories buried deep
Infatuated with thoughts, losing sleep
The time has come, to look ahead once more
Staying sober of you, not like before
I'm through with the history
Ready for a grander destiny

Deep damage from all your savior faire
Detente, forced by the au contraire
Perhaps this vessel sprang a leak
Clean up your mess, I ain't your freak
Dot your vowels and cross your "T"s
The time has come for your release

Imaginary thoughts of you, now gone in the wind
Revolutionary ideas, now ready to begin
Picking up your missing pieces, shattered around
Never lying to myself again, you brought me down
I fell, it's just the ugly truth
Never again will I fall for someone like you

Time has come and gone for us
No more unum, just e pleribus
Many moments and many tears
Seems like a waste of some good years
Time to part and heave a sigh
Time to say that last goodbye
Well...  That's like three collabs now with the genius known as Quin :)
 Oct 2014 Dallas Allen
Creep
It seems that you thought it was all just a summer fling.
Well you were wrong.
It was everything to me.
eh.. just need to jot some notes down
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