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 Sep 2015 SaturnKnight
Luke
Lethe
 Sep 2015 SaturnKnight
Luke
Float on lifeless vessel, I’m afraid I must jump ship.
Everything I’ve ever done, ever suffered
has lead straight to this.

Every story they will sing will be of sorrow and of doubt
but this was never about taking the easy way,
this was just about getting out.

I’ve lived so long in regret of moments that fleeted all too soon
that my head has become crowded with all the broken memories
and now there’s just no room.

I can’t exist beside them for any longer, not for one more day.
So I’ll deliver my bones unto the river and
let the current carry my conscience away.
This one may seem like it's about suicide but it's really about letting go of the things that you've been holding onto, forgetting them, moving on. Lethe is the river of forgetfulness, being one of the five rivers of the Greek underworld. It is said that if you drank from the river you would experience forgetfulness.
Give yourself to the moon
And let the earth carry your shadow.
For your heart has already taken all your sorrows.
And your soul , all your dreams away.

Whisper a tune of joy,
Long ago forgotten
To a dead sunflower,
For it always followed the sun
And let the air take all her seeds away.

Reveal all your scars,
Burn all your memories,
And into the wind
throw its dust away.
and go over old poems
and think of what could have been
and sigh, that beard looked pretty cool
with the scarf
I looked ready to take on the world

but I've changed, I don't look the same
I took the medication
and now I sit
and look over old poems
wondering where the madness went
 Sep 2015 SaturnKnight
Makayla
Crimson lips, red eyes and thin lips.
-- Horns and black eyelids.
Although, it was very obvious that you were toxic.
I couldn't help but witness how the ends of your lips formed upward so beautifully when you smiled,
Or that the darker shades of everything brought out your eyes.
You went on and on about things that weren't normal at all but, I loved how your pupils widened and that sparkle lasted as long as our conversation on your interests did.
On the days your demons came to visit, I held you close and so tightly that my arms felt like they were being detached
And when you cried-- oh god, I would take on the world to make you stop.
You never asked me to leave and I never wanted to, I fought your monsters and I kissed your crimson shaded lips.
I tasted the flavor of every being that has betrayed you but on your lips-- you made them taste so sweet.
When I laid my ear on your chest, I heard no heart beat but I loved the roars of your insanity.
"Today was a good day." You would say as you attempt to cover up the markings of the innocent that lay on your body like tattoos.
I would only smile and hold your hand and I swear that I knew you were evil but your demons had always laid comfortably with mine.
You would always question what was mentally wrong with me for laying with a monster, and I would always question why you were so insane to believe that an innocent would actually lay with you.
You always laughed, and I seen the skin of nearly every human we crossed paths with that day in your teeth and the blood of children stained onto your tongue.
I never bothered to stop you and I suppose that was my karma
Because the day I showed you where my wings once were you hissed with frustration and left.
Were you expecting to take the life of an innocent or fear to fall in love with something that was rare to find in the darkness that you slept in?
Who needs antidepressants when i have my own best form of therapy. It may not be what you consider healthy, but when i put it to use, it surely does make me happy. Maybe you don't know whats best for me but that's just fine because the only person living in this body is me
-j.s
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U text me dis
I text U dat
She dissed my dis
I sent last Sat.

U LOL’ed
on down the list
I sexted sixth—
my 7th missed.

U banned my width
I booked your face
U twittered on—
She saved my space.

U scrolled me down
He tweeted smiles
We USB’ed,
recharging miles . . .

U giga-bit
encrypted files;
I saved as mine
and cached denials.

In digital
we re-erased,
then Skyped our souls
and interfaced.
Babylon is falling...

— The End —