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  Mar 2019 Dearth
Skye Lawrence
I wait upon a psychic
To tell me alls okay
To wake me from my nightmare
And make the bad stuff go away
The pain is all so frightful
But yet the pain it all so real
I dream about a child
A child all quiet and still
I need her to come closer
Closer closer still
To bring me peace and happiness
To bring me happiness still..
Thoughts
  Mar 2019 Dearth
Irate Watcher
I want to be available
to the people who love me.
I want to be there
emotionally, physically, financially.
I want to be their shoulder
their crutch, their solace.
The person who does not drop anything.
I want to give the feeling
of lightness to every being walking this earth.
Every human, creature, and plant
as they grow up fast.
I want to be nutrition,
a steadfast superhuman
so unfazed, so cool-headed.

It infuriates me
that I'm not this person.
It should be so easy to give.
If I just get my **** together,
I've repeated on and off again
the last five years.
But somehow, I always manage
to waste enough time
to get there,
but late.
When I have nothing
left, a hollow person
someone gave too
many tries.

Still, the people I love
tell me I'm wise,
an angel body.
Like they must justify,
who I am,
the imposter
the transient,
always planning,
for when she can
run away again.
Dearth Mar 2019
Without you I'm lost
Though with you,
equally lost
But at least
I could pretend I wasn't
When you were still here.
Dearth Mar 2019
What's it like
To be undying
Eternal
Staring at the edge of eternity

What's it like
Knowing this will never end
With every breath you draw
Burnishing the brass in your lungs
Dearth Mar 2019
Your words haunt me
Every waking moment
A singular note
Heralding my despair

I lived and loved
Every bit and bite
That life offered
Regretting nothing

But one

For you were my only mistake
The burnt toast
The spilled milk
Of my story
Dearth Feb 2019
Your aseptic words
Carefully crafted
Like a careful carpenter
Or a surgeon with his scapel
Wreathes me with fire and smoke
Sophistry in its finest form
Dearth Feb 2019
I see your sorrow
In the lines of your smiling face
Every crack
You try to fill with plaster
And gold

While I sit alone
Drowning in this
Abyssal ink
Just another poison
I'm addicted

The sense of loss
Broken and marred
Your visage
A lonely mask
Covered in heavenly tears

The longing to stem
The stream
Runs through my veins
Like the nile
It always overflows

Whats it be to be a pariah
False hopes and dreams
A pyrite, never gold.
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