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Tristan Oct 2018
On a warm summer day
As you began to walk away
I think about
The calmness in the past
The darkness in the future
And the stillness of the present

Would it be right
For me to leave now
Would it be wrong for me to stay
Forever in this moment
On this cold winter day
People come and go just like seasons of the year
Tristan Oct 2018
In some sort of twisted take on the word
You make me
Better
Better at being alone
Better at seeing my flaws
Better at being nothing at all

Yet in the same sense
It seems harder to fall
Easier to stand
Better to feel like me once again
Tristan Oct 2018
A wave washes over a man
Taking with it all of his brokeness
And now there he lies
Nothing but a shell in the sand
Tristan Oct 2018
If I were to say what you meant to me
It would be a day and night comparison
Of what I said and what I mean
I intenionally stay quiet
While you cause a scene
You say it's my fault
But while you rose
I fell and took the blame
Because for you I'd still do anything
Tristan Oct 2018
My emotions are bottled up
They overflow and bleed
Down onto this page
Although I can't speak them
I still seem to repeat them
In my mind
Day to day
All the same

It comes to me so easily
When I write
But if I speak
It never comes out quite right
So here I sit
A blank slate
A man consumed by his own rage
As my emotion bleeds onto this page
I have never been able to explain my feelings and emotions very well through conversation but writing has really helped me over the years.
Tristan Oct 2018
If I told you to stay
Would that make a difference
In how you hate
Every word I say
I speak from the heart
While you try to pull away
All I ask is that you listen
This is my lifeblood
This is my only wish
That we can stay in this moment
Before I take this pill
And fall on the floor
Lying still as everything ends
And a new life begins
Probably my depression speaking but this is how I feel, I hope someone can relate.
Tristan Oct 2018
Like a firework
Life fades away into the night sky
We watch from far below
As we slowly lose control
Of our bodies and of our minds
I seem to have seen this a thousand times
In loving memory of my Gramps.
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