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Elexer Mar 2016
This idea of trust
Is one that is learned
Not inherent in us
And never learned soon
It is only learned
After slow, grueling pain
Suffering at the hands
Of the one you'd die for
No one understands trust
They trust blindly
Until they are led into hell
Then the moment of truth
Do you trust again?
Can you learn from this?
Most do, i think
Some don't, and
They are guided once again
But this time they can hear
The crackles of fire
The screams of death
And they are burned again
So they learn
And the next time they are led
Anywhere,
They look around
But everything looks dangerous
It all looks like pain
And they know
Then and there
That they will never
Be able to trust again
How incredibly sad
Elexer Mar 2016
It's like
Not being able
To see a painter
Or his painting
But peering
Into his mind
And seeing
Exactly
What he wants
To portray
Sorry, i had to. It felt so poetic when i was saying it.
Elexer Mar 2016
Loving and hating
Making it worse
For the better
Moving forward
In reverse
Sorrow precipitating
A painful curse
Growing inside
Wrapping myself in wind
Feeling unknown
Elexer Mar 2016
3/9
Reminders, reminders
Constant
About me
My imperfections
Imagine
Love is a blade
It cuts through
With ease

My body
Into pieces
Eleven right now
But more
Soon
There will be
More
Always more

Cursed
I was
With too much
Love to give
You all see it
As hearts
I see it
As a blade

Even though, i appear fine
It cuts through me every time
Elexer Mar 2016
Strong
Bold
Beautiful
Intelligent
Powerful
Kind
Wise
Our better half
Thank you. All of you.
Elexer Mar 2016
I'm hurt,
I'm broken,
I'm bruised,
I'm sore,
I'm losing
The battle
Of life.
I'm on
The verge
Of death
Right now.
But you're ok
And that's
What matters.
Elexer Mar 2016
I said
"I need to clear my head"
But i'm lying in bed
Pursuing the dead
And you can make the claim
To remove my name
Say "it's not the same"
But this isn't a game
It's my life, you see?
What can i be
When you're not with me?
You once said "patience is key"
But what's there to gain
Of all this wretched pain?
It'll drive us insane
What else should we feign?
The clothes we wear,
Or how much we care?
Perhaps, your hair,
The way you wear it there.
I don't know
The solution though
To the problem of our woes
Or where our feelings go
But i know one thing
I've heard the Bell ring
And the Tabby cat sing
There's something more i'll have to bring
There's something more i'll need
I must take the lead
And leave the greed
And accept that i will bleed
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