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Fallen Angel Sep 2015
Dreams: a succession of images, sensations and feelings;
what you see while you're sleeping at times concealing a deeper meaning.
Intervening our evenings leaving us thinking;
clinging to a believing that they're healing or deceiving.
Lickety split I try to fit it to a reason why I had it
but I couldn't grasp it in time cuz it faded like the latest fad and
I don't know whether to be mad, sad or glad.
But it ain't so bad because I remember just a tad of it.
In my surrealistic world, you felt so real;
feeling you on my skin is an appealing ordeal.
Though it might sound insane, I'm not gonna complain
because I only feel the pain when I'm finally awake.
When you spoke, it opened my broken soul and
stole a major component from the mind of this poet.
My heart and soul know it; your love's just so potent.
Focused on what you spoke telling me, "I love you." Whoa..
Chills down my spine, now I'm on cloud nine;
wish I was confined to this divine design.
Wouldn't hesitate or decline cuz I know you would be all mine;
I'll no longer need this red, red wine. Let's fly
high in the sky, just you and I.
Baby, don't cry; let me dry your eyes.
Where you going? Don't say bye.. Where you going? Thought we were fine..
Now darkened are the skies...
Nightmares: a version of a dream designed to scare
or create feelings of sadness, anxiety and despair
from scenarios containing psychological or physical terror
impairing our state of mind as we lay unaware of it.
A deer in the headlights; I'm frozen in fear
unclear of what happened here and why you disappeared.
We finally came together, my dear,
now my tears are searing my face; please reappear.
Maybe I've gone completely crazy
but I miss you, baby; I need your kiss, my lady.
It feels like Hades turned the heat up to eighty
thousand degrees and now my visions getting hazy.
Morality's getting feeble in this inferno cathedral;
surrounded by this deceitful evil, it's lethal
injections from these needles filled with diesel and beetles.
How did I get this far away from our peaceful sequel?
But this synergy from my memories helped me fight off all these enemies
and believe me when I say that the reality from this jeopardy
had generally ******* me mentally because it felt like it took a century
for these entities to expertly **** with my nocturnal slumber sensories.
And I feel so alone
in this combat zone but when I looked down below,
to me, it's still unknown the emotion I had shown
when I saw the word "love" engraved on a broken tombstone...
Fallen Angel Aug 2015
I planted a seed underneath the concrete; unable to feed it what it needed, it seemed obsolete.
Aware of the complications to this plants creation, stationary I stood depending on faith to advocate me in my dedication.
As I waited for the rose to rise, I rose my head to look up at the sky; wondering why a guy like me is doing this and why I'm even trying.
I guess I just wanted to see beauty penetrate the tough surface giving it the purpose to teach me that beauty lies within each person.
The hard reality that everyone else sees on the outside fails to expose the rose underneath; so the cracks in the concrete are all that they see and all that they know allowing beauty to seem surface deep.
If they stuck around to see what's in the ground, the very foundation that reveals the variation of our souls, they would know that beauty can be seen even from the deepest of holes.
After much debating, contemplating and waiting, I had concentrated on a view so intoxicating; even correlating with my previous statement.
There I saw in front of me, a healthy, black rose that broke through; unknown as to how it changed its hue, it did what I didn't think it'd be able to do: it grew through the barrier into something new, teaching me that even a plant can do it, too.
Although the mystery of it's dark beauty is still a surprise, I won't question it; just make the best of it and understand that it came through, despite what may have tested it.
Fallen Angel Aug 2015
You could be my Jamie and change my troubled ways;
Even be my Savannah who thinks about me everyday.
You could also be my Allie and be with me when you remember;
Like Sally and love through all seasons forever and ever.
Be my Victoria and you'll never fear with me in dark nor light;
Be my Rose, such a heavenly love at first sight.
You could play the part of Belle and look past my horrid flaws,
But not like Taylor singing a bunch of break up songs.
I could be your Landon; not even death could do us part.
Even be your John and write you letters from the heart.
I could also be your Noah and always be by your side;
Like Jack put away all my selfish pride.
Be your Victor and know who I'm married to;
Be your Jack and give my life for you.
I could play the part of Beast and keep no record of your wrongs,
But instead, I'm just like Bruno singing these **** break up songs..
Fallen Angel Aug 2015
The colors in this mood ring are constantly changing along with these mood swings; I don't know what I'm feeling.
The music in my mind is what I have defined as the feelings I can find in my heart where they're confined.
My stomach holds these butterflies that reveal the insecurity in my eyes; I do my best to disguise it, however, it remains exposed despite how hard I try.
My heart has a beat that tends to deplete
the energy I have; I have to retreat from telling you I'm incomplete.
The closer I get to you, I obtain these different point of views; breaking down walls I didn't think I'd break through and reliving this painful déjà vu.
I'm perplexed as to how to confess and express the feelings I suppress; am I stressed? Obsessed? Depressed? Rather fall of a bridge than in love cuz it hurts less.
My heart has become external; on my shoulder, it sits so vulnerable. Around my enemies, it's durable; around you, it's penetrable.
My eyes, though closed from being weary and red from being teary, clearly are expressed as being dreary.
These butterflies have turned into bees;
as they sting, I drop to my knees. Like a disease to the highest degree, I'm eaten alive from the inside out by these.
The music that was playing is now betraying and dismaying; displaying the decaying of my once robustious ways.
How can this mood ring define what I'm feeling if a color represents one thing but I feel love, pain, fear and anxiety? Tell me please... I'm breaking..
Fallen Angel Aug 2015
I feel it crawling all around my skin;
I feel the war within my mind and It's about to win.
I do not want to scare the ones I love,
But God, please send your angels from up above.
I feel the bitterness and hardening of my soul
As It stiffens up my heart and takes It's unholy toll.
To the people I love, remember who I once was,
For it won't let me give a **** due to my severe lack of trust.
I've tried to stick it out and stay mentally strong, well now no one can penetrate my heart; it'll destroy any that don't belong!
Believe me when I say I'm sorry for my words..
BUT ******* GROW A PAIR ALREADY; THEY DON'T PHYSICALLY HURT.
YOU WANNA SEE HURT? YOU WANNA SEE PAIN?
TAKE A LOOK IN THE MIRROR. DONE? LOOK AGAIN!
WE ALL HAVE PROBLEMS; WE ALL HAVE FEARS.
WE ALL HAVE TISSUES FOR OUR ISSUES SO WIPE YOUR ******* TEARS!
I WON'T BE THERE TO CATCH THEM ANYMORE; YOU NEED TO TOUGH IT OUT.
THERE WON'T ALWAYS BE SOMEONE THERE WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!
I'll always be here for you..NO I WON'T! STOP LYING!
I still care for you..NO! THAT PART OF YOU IS DYING!
Am I going crazy? Who's inside my brain?!
I'm not insane, I'm not insANE, I'M NOT INSANE!
HAHAha
Will I be normal? WHAT IS "NORMAL"? Such frustration.
TO BE OR NOT TO BE; that is the unasked question.
Who am I to judge myself? I am not worthy.
It is not my duty to make such accusations against myself and be so wordy.
Who am I? What's my name?
WHAT'S YOUR DEAL, BRO? What's your game?
Are there any rules or is it no holds barred?
Will it be easy or will it be hard?
I need to care for my loved ones..THEY CAN DO IT ON THEIR OWN!
They need my support..SHUT UP, LET'S GO HOME.
How long will you continue to terrorize my sanity?
AS LONG AS I HAVE YOUR NAME, YOU'RE MINE, YOU SEE?
YOU GAVE YOURSELF TO BE LONG AGO..I was stupid and young;
I had no idea the power and poison I had within my tongue..
THAT ISN'T MY PROBLEM; YOU WANTED TO BE STRONGER.
YOU WANTED TO STOP BEING STEPPED ON AND RAN THROUGH ANY LONGER.
I can still care while I have a strong heart..
YOU'LL ONLY END UP RIGHT BACK WHERE YOU STARTED.
Will you understand how I truly feel, friends?
Is this the beginning or beginning of the end?
THINK OF IT AS *******; I COULD CARE LESS.
IT'S NO SKIN OFF MY BACK; NO WORRIES, NO STRESS.
THINK OF ME WHAT YOU WILL, BUT UNDERSTAND THIS:
THE LESS PEOPLE YOU'RE AROUND, THE LESS ******* THERE IS.
I truly am sorry all my family and friends;
I wish not to be this way and it won't happen again..
KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT; I feel it coming soon.
WHO KNOWS WHERE I'LL TAKE YOU NEXT COME THE BEGINNING OF JUNE..

Help m...YOURSELF.
Fallen Angel Aug 2015
I'm not used to this and I'm not great at it; dead center of the target in my heart, it hits crushing it to bits.
This is what I get for feeling what I had no idea what I was dealing with and I can no longer conceal it; only God knows the time needed to heal it.
We've had our time; it was sublime. Though it seemed so short...man, I can't think straight; I'm having difficulty finding the words to rhyme.
But I have to use my ability to rhyme and infuse it into these poetic blues to try and define how I don't want to lose you or confuse you when I tell you the news.
The last thing I want is for you to feel pain; I'm going insane in the brain trying to refrain from this strain that I'm doing my best to contain trying to explain.
Maybe you need to be away from me; this is no cliché nor a game to me. It's been weighing on my mind all day.
I've never had a relationship like this; no meaning behind a kiss and feelings are hit and miss.. I don't want to reminisce.
Maybe it's my fault for falling too deep; having too much faith in my leap..I ended up sowing what I reaped.
I don't want the hurt to show or reveal that I feel so low, and though I'll feel so alone, it wasn't that long ago when you had me before hello..but I have to let you go...
Fallen Angel Aug 2015
Dig
I dig,
You dig,
We dig,
He digs,
She digs,
They dig...

Not much of a poem, but it's deep.


Something to put a smile on your face.
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