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Socally Picter Mar 2013
Raise your head up above those clouds.
Wash away these broken smiles.
Dancing on yesterday's graves.
This new-born sin sings unsubtley.

I don't even know where I've been.
I love that I don't know her.
I know that I don't love her.
I know where I am but I know nothing.
Socally Picter Feb 2013
This body holds in it only the strength of being weak.
This mind holds in it only the will power from Self-Doubt.
This face holds in it only the beauty of never being beautiful.
This mouth holds in it only the words made entirely of silence.
This heart holds in it only the pain of being full of love.
Socally Picter Feb 2013
Can you look at me and just see me for what I am?
I was lost in the struggle for my own identity.
Now I am lost in the struggle for who I will become.
When I am gone without a sail, there is one constant.
In this abyss called me, I always know that I adore you.
When everything is cast in doubt, I know I want to make you smile.
When fear grabs me deep, it is your hand I want to hold.
Your laugh is the light that shatters my pain.
Now please raise me up one last time, and let us meet.
Socally Picter Feb 2013
This sordid little life slowly etching away.
Days pass only to mark moments leaving.
Waiting for a real life to begin or end?
I'm right here.
This mind doesn't take me anywhere anymore.
These leafs made of hope fall from me.
Death at my feet with darkness rising.
Socally Picter Feb 2013
There's a chasm in me that goes, "Thump thump thump"
I've outgrown the pain of my broken heart.
Selfishly I look at the happy memories and smile.
Laying on the ground, raising my hands to hold the sky.

These empty rooms seem so crowded when I close my eyes.
I'm standing on a pool of rock shouting whispers at nowhere.
I want to say I raised my head, but all I do is close my eyes.
Every day I am growing closer the age I'll be when I die.
Socally Picter Feb 2013
The fluorescent light flickered
Dancing the line of Life and Death.
Never resting and never moving.
The room filled with a hollow light.

The dreamer sat thinking of being awake.
Nights were filled with vain little ideas.
In the light, memories of the future became real
In the shadow of the sun this dreamer danced.
Socally Picter Feb 2013
I kept you like bottle of whiskey in my pocket.
The world knew nothing of your existence.
People I shared you with were overly nice.
Taking quite sips, too afraid to be consumed.

Now you're broken and running out.
I slipped, now the world thinks I ****** my pants.
"Leave me alone now. I have nothing for you"
I'm not lowering my head in sadness I am hiding this smirk.
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