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CL Fjell Jul 2019
Lily covered hills
Dreams of him inside my mind
As my eyes grow wet
CL Fjell Jul 2019
Our society wants to control you.
And you don't know it already does:
The clothes you wear, the things you own.
Your creativity and mind become society
It's a clever way of controlling.
A clever way of saying,
You've been had so bad
You would never know,
And that's quite sad.
CL Fjell Jul 2019
I want to run
Let me run
Through fields of clover and dandelions
I want to spread my wings and fly
Fly back to reality
Because this ain't living baby
Life is out there and I'm in here
So let me run
So I can fly
CL Fjell Jul 2019
I'm spent
No more lyrics of love and metaphors
The words fell out like mouthfalls
Each rock struck a new poem
Each glistening rainbow a new idea
Each droplet of mist my persistence

I'm spent
I thought it was beautiful to see life
To truly see what it's like to be free
Now I envy the lovestruck fools
Blinded by their individuality
Ironically enveloped in community
Head up *** and foot in mouth

I'm spent
What's the use in giving my thoughts
Everyone either relates or claims false
I'm a liar, a beggar of attention
***** of Babylon I beg on my knees
Waiting for one true prince to pick me
Like that daffodil I pressed in a book
I don't want the prince, or the flower
I want to be alone.
But I hate to be alone.
CL Fjell Jul 2019
Passions are for children;
A passion can't pay your rent.
Rent is made to **** your passion.
Don't you see that the real you is crying?
Wake up, you're stuck inside dying!
Stuck inside you, stuck inside a house!
Rent is gnawing at you, you're dying.-
You've been dying!
You've been lied to.
No more hiding!
Your rent's due.
Existentialism will be the death of me
CL Fjell Jul 2019
A rock sat still on sunken cloth
Dull and boring, shineless in her form
She had no cares, no wit nor love
Ignorant and heavy she sat still
Like a rock, forever staring at nothing
But taking in everything
And rejecting it all
CL Fjell Jul 2019
I could show my worth to a thousand people
And my own mother wouldn't bat an eye
I sometimes ponder and I wonder if she'll miss me when I die
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