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The Truth Jul 2016
I'm sitting here thinking of you
In my mind thoughts run though
I try to hide them, so none See's
How much I want you with me
I wrote poems for you once before
So I want to do it once more
In my past I was never that smart
But I'm willing to try for your heart
As I ache to sit with you in my arms
Hoping you'd fall for my foolish charms
Holding your hands, squeezing them tight
Never letting you go, as it feels so right
Wishing I was with you at this moment
Accepting this poem as my atonement
I come to you, wanting to belong
Promised to you I'd never do wrong
I'd rather be tortured than to cause you pain
For then my life would be anything but in vain
I know that I'm crazy, even a little bit insane
However with you, I am relaxed and yet tamed
So I write these words, for your face to smile
Because Id come to see you for a thousand miles
I'd crawl through dirt, mud, and grime
Just to see you become mine.
The Truth Sep 2015
I sit here, with you on my mind
Wondering why I was so kind
I gave you all of my love
I saw you as an angel from above
One who makes me feel like a being
I actually felt like I had a soul
Cheesy as it is, I felt whole.
I should've known it'd last not to long
Before I even knew it, you were gone
I kinda wish I fought for you
I wonder if you ever loved me too
Your smile was what made me happy
Your love made me complete
I should've known I'd have to compete.
While the other guys stared and played.
I should've known they'd take you away
You told me your love would never sway
It was a lie heading straight my way.
I felt as if I was desperate
Never wanting us to become separate
Once you left I found depression
It was there for me, left an impression
You'd thought I'd learn my lesson
I wasn't prepared for this devastating attack
The day when you went to stab me in the back.
The Truth Jul 2015
The lights are getting dimmer.
The walls are closing in.
Can barely see the hair
upon your own skin.
There's only one way out
But that's covered with sin.
There's no way out now.
No way to win.
Wish you could dream.
But you're trapped in.
Alongside with darkness
Your only friend.
Trapped inside
That horrible bin.
There's only one word for this.
Depression.
The Truth Jul 2015
Can you stand idle, as one loses their sense of humanity? Can you watch as one is bound to chains never to be free, held to serve a single entity, This is the path of our souls, this is the path we chosen. We always have, and always will, out of Fear....Fear of being different. Fear of being judged, Fear of unable to wear what feels great compared to what feels ****. These images, and myths we put in generation after generation. It is not the generation that follows fault, it is the generation that leads it. They refuse to change, because as always...We are stubborn. To stubborn to accept the single fact that, we cannot control the way life is.
The Truth Jun 2015
Rosey Rosey where are you?
Have they taken you away too?
Or did I just scare you away
Was it to much for just for you to stay?
I thought we were good, we were cute.
At least that is what others said
It was a dream that I would pursue
It was a love I'd would have bled
This is just for you, would you even care?
You threw it away, like I had spares.
Rosey Rosey what did I do?
I do what I thought was true
Was I wrong? Did I make you mad?
Did you know, you were the best I ever had.
Was I a bother? Just another problem?
What of that first date, that we had in autumn?
Do you remember? Did it mean nothing?
when you said you loved me, I guess you were bluffing.
Rosey Rosey are you there?
Or is this just a waste of air.
I held you close, I combed your hair.
Those endless nights that we just stared.
All those memories laid to waste.
Had me on a wild goose chase
Now I know, you were bad for me.
Thanks to you for setting me free.
The Truth Jun 2015
If you were lonely, or sad inside
Right next to you is where I'd be till the day I die.
I'd walk the 286 miles, from Bakersfield to Vegas
They would all laugh, but I would be shameless.
You are a great friend, one that cannot be replaced
My time with you, would not be put to waste.
Staying up all through the night
sitting in the dark without a light
Writing this poem, just for you
Hoping you will love this too
Those weeks we spent in a hellish place
I'd exchange for just a simple taste
To hold you close, never let go
To be the string, that holds your bow
To fight for you, hold your sword and shield
With only my heart in my hands to wield
I will try my best, to not let you get hurt
I'd pick you up, and dust off the dirt
For if you fall, it will be into my hands
I'd carry you across the sands
So Rosey Rosey come out to play
I won't be the one who betrays.
You know a secert of me noone else knows
One that I do not let show
But I am glad that you now know
I feel like I don't need to hide
Everything I am inside
Rosey Rosey Come out to Play
By your side is where I stay
waiting for you outside your home
Never leaving you alone
So Rosey Rosey, come to me
I want to give you a key
One that leads into my heart
One that can't be broken apart.
My shoulder is yours for your tears
Protecting you from all your fears
I will not allow you to fall back down
To the hole that is in the ground.
I will lend my helping hand
Pick you up to help you stand
Hoping that I can make you glad
So please cheer up, don't be sad
I promise that your smile will be real
Always stating how we feel.
So Rosey Rosey, open up
I will never let you up
I will give you all my time
So you know that you are mine.
The Truth May 2015
So
So, I need some clarity, for I am confused
Are we worthless, worn out tools?
Used to their expense because we let them?
As if were the final sip to the bottle of gin
A stomach full of drugs, getting doped again
Unable to even realize where are my friends?
The ones who promised to be there till the end
The ones who said, "I got your back"
Surprisingly, they are leading the attack
Gave out my heart just to ripped from my hands
And teared and stolen away, lost across the sands
People saying, "Oh it gets better" or "Keep your head high"
Not knowing all the times I barely survive
So what am I?
Am I just there, standing in front of you?
Trying to tell you all these things, dropping all these clues.
Unable to tell who is who
I'm starting to feel used.....
So who am I?
Am I just the friend you call when you need something?
Hooked like a puppet attached to all these strings?
Put below you as if I was a peasant, and you were king?
All these feelings, you put behind your books
I always wondered why we couldn't work
So Why didn't it?
Simple because, you tried to force me to become something I didn't
As if being myself, was against the law, forbidden
When I gasped for air, trying to breath
Words held between my teeth
So Was it ok?
Of course in your eyes it was right
Everything is wrong, even what I write
So I need some clarity....
What are we?
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