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Steve Parker Sep 15
I am consumed
Too much hurt
Anger
At myself
Hate
At my choices
Disappointment
at my strength
I am my own disaster
At my own hand
Today, but not tomorrow
Tomorrow the sun will rise again
  Sep 15 Steve Parker
Infamous one
Everyone will be okay
Everything will be alright
Another day to get it done
Somedays have some fun
Not stress worry or care
Be careless with no regret
Dream big without doubt
Always pretending it's real
Anxious for it all to come true
Haven't give up still striving
Working behind the scenes
Finding peace within it all
Steve Parker Sep 14
She left me in an empty house full of bed bugs
They crawl up through my stomach and into my heart,  
      that part where you used to live
                     making pain seem like home
           Was I ever the rays to your sunshine?
                     Did I ever fulfill the troth you left with me years ago?
Steve Parker Sep 14
She came clean to me in a shower of lies,
                                                as she took away my sins
She let me *** deep down her throat,
                             as she swallowed every last drop of hope left in me
My mind races, desperate to make sense of it all
          losing to despair
Artificial loved ones whose faces melt without warning
     my destruction is revealed
Another bright eyed lifeless corpse, crying for help
      blood of their last victim
        dripping from their unfulfilled promises
            of love and affection
Steve Parker Sep 14
I love you like the sky loves the moon
     Like the morning dew loves the
             glistening touch of the early morning fall sun
                           The sins of a beautiful soul

                                                forgotten again
Time is a monster,
that eats away your soul.
A nibble here.
A nibble there.
Until it takes its toll.
Unstoppable.
Unmeasured.
Undeniably the truth.
Time is a monster.
And it's favorite food is youth.
It's really suffocating to think that every breath you take is a moment slipping forever away.
  Apr 28 Steve Parker
Pagan Paul
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And then you were there
your presence touched my dream
I recoil at the beauty of it
unfamiliar with the feeling of love,
I feel your confused hurt
and wish you would withdraw
and wish you would stay
because the emotion scares me,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.

And then you were there
your fingers brushed my skin
I recoil at the softness of it
unfamiliar with the touch of fondness.
I see your confused hurt
and wish your eyes would laugh
and wish your eyes would cry
because your heart calls to me,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.

And then you were there
and then you were not,
and I yearn to find you,
somewhere, somewhere in the night.




© Pagan Paul (19/03/19)
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