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 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
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that you came to me
in the late hours for comfort
it means more than I can express

I guess that makes me pretty pathetic
more or less
I know what I am and
I am insecure
My life is and I know I am,
I am a paradox and a self-fulfilling prophecy,
a song that balances on absurdity.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
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Waves
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
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Riding high on crests
Whispers hidden 'neath the waves,
Our desire to drown
Been lost so long it feels like home
Been high so long it feels like down
But that's alright
Yea, it's okay
Down here
We all live this way

I steal and I rob for the things I've got
Until they're stolen from me
Mostly I rob to pay for dope
A piece of oblivion in place of hope
But that's alright
Man, it's okay
We live and die this way

I'm losing my teeth
And my lips are cracked
My face looks as though
It's made of wax
I'm thin enough to walk through walls
And I can't ever remember walking tall
Still, it's alright
yea, it's okay
It'll always be this way

                                      By Phil Roberts
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