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  Nov 7 Frans
Larry Marshall
I slip slowly down into the cool water of my creek
Letting the water wash over me
Yet it never seems to cleanse me of the sins of my past
So I write
I write to clean my soul, scrubbing off the darkness within
I write to wash out the foul taste of blood from my mind
Words flow from me like a waterfall stripping away the filth of a life of shadows
I write down all these things that make me *****
As I lift up from out of the waters of my poems I feel a little more clean
Like a life of misery hasn't soiled me so badly
I feel a little more normal
A little more like I could be worth loving
Frans Nov 6
I will look forward

For the things that will be happening

And not on the what ifs

Its easier than said right?

I don't know why as well

Can you tell me?
Frans Nov 6
They are there

No matter what happens

But where are they when you're most likely to give up?
Frans Nov 6
I am crying at loud

Without nobody on my side

I cried and cried

And comfort myself

For something I did to myself

Isn't ironic? haha
Frans Nov 6
Yes you know me

But you didn't know the real me

Maybe because you're not interested at all

Because maybe, you just really needed a temporary companion.

And you found me as one.
Frans Nov 6
Sky's color are blending

Like my emotions every second

But mine's not a good sight to see

Because no one noticed it cause the blend is inside me with the colors of blue,yellow and gray
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