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WiltingMoon Dec 2015
A smile a day,
Keeps the demons at bay.
But if it is fake,
They will show you your wake.
WiltingMoon Aug 2016
Flawless wonder that roams my clouded hallway.
Visits in every second the moon has been victor of the starless skies.
Just allowing its specifically developed love to seep into each soul that sleeps.
A gift to hold sight of; for its a rare talent many fail to see.
This flawless wonder, this unknown sprirt always comes to greet me when the clock holds silence.
When the sounds of echoing ticks and tocks are merely just a subconscious hearing.
This spirit I am able to see, is nothing more then a undying fable.
A misspoken wish; with purpose over passing all ideals known.
Flawless wonder that roams my clouded hallway.
Visits in every second the moon has been victor of the starless skies.
For this spirit is my guiding angel...
Helping to freeze the the world, for I to see the importance in my subconscious hearings...

That are nothing more then hearings of my forgotten love...
WiltingMoon May 2016
The plead of love
Forever stains my hands
The colour of your heart
Always to be seen
Your voice
Bouncing forever in my head
The light in your eyes
Shall rid my sleep for eternity
It was love I asked for
It was the kiss of your peace I craved
It was your touch of warmth I miss every day
I wished for your love
That's now spilt on the floor
Staining my hand's
Blinding my eye's...
I asked for silence of your touch
For my breath to be felt again
For my sight to again clear
For your mind to reverse back...
To the day we meet
To the day I knew
To the day I thought I truly loved you...
I'm sorry that I spilt your love on the floor
When it was mine you wanted spilt...
WiltingMoon Apr 2016
I step
And step
Right into
The trap...
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
Here another day
What more could I say...
WiltingMoon Mar 2016
Must have been such a sight, for the eyes of those who wonder the world between me and a new life.
I have suffered so much, but at the same time so little.
I have witnessed death, to love and life, from hate.
Everyday I think about the world that may or may not be real, where a soul can walk. But everyday I never find out.
I am still here, walking this world with no path to follow.

I'm lost, but I still walk...
WiltingMoon Sep 2016
You were stolen from this cruel world in a flash.
And I was left standing there for years.
I never took a step,
I never took a breath.
I never moved, waiting for your return.
Everyday, was like drowning; as you were my air.
I said no words, as thoughts swarmed my broken mind.
Day become night, as I waited for you.
Till I finally realised you were gone.
Ready to give up, and leave to the other world.
About to take that step through the light.
Stopped by a hand.
Stopped by a voice.
Stopped by you.
As I saw your eyes in the stars of night.
And heard your whispers in the breeze.

'Never have I left, never have you gone. Never shall the world feel wrong.'

Then I opened my eyes....
And looked up to your face...

Nothing more then a dream....
WiltingMoon Feb 2016
Find the sun
In the moon above
Use the light
To out shine your monsters
Don't sit in the dark
Of the nightmarish night
Sleep with the glow next to you
Let it be your bodyguard
Of all things evil
That are killed
From the sun in the moon
WiltingMoon Feb 2016
I have a tattoo
But its does not dance with color on skin
I'm not happy with it
But I have it
I did it myself
Wasn't one of my finer days
But still it reflects me
I wish to cover it
I wish to was it away
But I can't
Its with me now
Even if it was to leap of my body
Its still with me
My past forever to follow
Never to leave
Thin lines
My tattooed life
I try and hide
WiltingMoon Apr 2016
My heart is broken
And yet no Angel could fix
Because only one thing will mean it
And that's the tender touch
Of our very first kiss
WiltingMoon Mar 2016
I'm hanging from the fan
Chair tossed over at me feet
I really found joy in this final ****
The feeling of my own breath
Leave for good
Taking all harm I could ever cast upon you
Yes it was really rather beautiful
As I stand in as a ghostly figure
Looking across the cold dim room
To my life less body
The fear forever stained down my checks
The hatred no longer healing on my skin
The terror from dying
the last thing to see through my dead eyes
Yes it was amazing to die
And take all my kindness
Support
Love
Hope
Dreams
I only ever offered to the world leave with me
Yes...

I'm so glad you told me to **** myself...
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
That stranger that I see,
That stranger, she is me.

With eyes so light,
And soul so bright.

That stranger that I see,
That stranger, she is free.

With wings unbroken,
Taking life's tokens.

That stranger that I see,
That stranger, she is full of glee.

With smile so wide,
Never wanting to hide.

That stranger that I see,
That stranger, she was... Me.
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
My love

My life

My only release

From the knife


My smile

My hope

My only distraction

From the rope


My breath

My light

My only friend

In the dead of night


Your page

Your ink

The only thing

That makes me think
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
Tell... Sell... Hell...

Life... My... Is...

Thanks... Soul... Real...
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
Song of hope
Old frayed rope
Blade of pain
With rusty gain
Light of dark
Death filled park
Tear tonight
My final fight
Stone with name
My only fame
Bed of wood
There was no good
Deep under ground
No more sound
My soul forever lost
But I paid the cost
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
Red and white
Head feeling lite
Sweetness of tear
Showing all fear
Scream so silent
Making it violent
Metal to skin
Will never win
Pill to lips
Scars on hips
Hands hold rope
Strangling last hope
Sleep long forgotten
Thoughts so rotten
Food like poison
Trap like prison
Life crumble away
Sanity won't stay
Ghostly last breath
Now welcomes death
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
A silent gong
Of all things wrong

Echo's through my empty eyes
Pushing out pain filled cries

The silent only defeating me
From all hope of me to be
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
1, 2, 3...
1, 2, 3...
We dance around the room
Our feet speaks with the music
My hands in yours
Stop a second
You twirl me now
Then catch me safely
I listen to no sound
The room now empty
But you and me
Twirls me again
So you can see
With each step we make
Each breath we take
Is to the music
1, 2, 3...
1, 2, 3...*
Now we take our bow
For this was your last dance
As it was my last as well
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
Talons on neck
Gun on mind
Rope my friend
Lifes not kind

Pills now seeded
Alcohol heavy rain
Words are lost
I feel no pain

Bed of glass
Clothes of heat
Hand on knife
Once more repeat

Pen to paper
Thoughts now ink
Smile now fayded
I no longer think
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
'May I have this dance?'


And that's how we met...
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
Its starts with such a beautiful note
That enchants you in, listing to more
The chords flow with such passion
Such hope for the future
Till you reach the diminished
That throws the whole song down to hell
From light and hope
To dark and sin
This song of life has changed in ways
I never saw coming
The tune grows darker
The volume become louder
The chords harsher
But then it stops
And one single note changes it back to the light
The hardness of the chords soften
The volume begins to calm
And the tune once more flows through my soul
This is the song of life
And then it finishes
Leaving you with the experience of music...
The experience of life...
WiltingMoon Feb 2016
Press the barrel with splatted dreams against my head.
Sorry that my only skill was to lie.
It killed me, bit by bit every time.
Just making this time that has finally come, easier.
I have slowly comes to love the sun.
To appreciate each blade of grass between my toes.
To love how a drop of sweat runs down my face.
Accept the pain that comes from laughing.
What I'm trying to say.
Can not be expressed onto paper with ink...
No.
Now this is the point where I say how much I'm sorry for leaving.
And I truly am...
But as I write this letter.
I have removed the barrel.
And walking to your room.
To say...

The evil has gone from me now.
I'm gone.
What's left...
Is the one you feel in love with...
And I'm sorry I left for so long.

I love you.
WiltingMoon Feb 2016
And as the sting in my eyes,
painfully becomes numb.

I say I'm okay,
as I point down my thumb.
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
Time does not exist...
Time is a blinding mist...
It's a lie that we all follow...
Forever asking for time to borrow...
We are to always live in today...
Never to have our say...
With a tomorrow that never shows...
As the wind of yesterday blows...
Time is a guideline for everything...
For how long our life can sing...
So time does not exist...
Its nothing a face on your wrist...
WiltingMoon Jul 2016
Traped behind bars, shaped as my mind.
I shall never see the light of your eye's.
Who you are, I have yet to know.
But before I do, I must imply.
If you are the one to love; to forever hold my aching heart.
I warn you this, a tale of tragic love.
For the closer you get, the further I shall push.
It shall not be you, your even me.
It shall be the thoughts that shan't let me be.
Just know this of me.
Before we know the colour of each others eyes.
If I push you away, it means that I love you.
But first please save me... For I am still trapped.
Let our names be known.
Let your eyes be seen.
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
Sleepy eyes,
With the wish to die.
Smile all broken,
Not excepting a token.
Cheeks hollow,
Finding it hard to swallow.

My face is full of pain,
And hate,
And wanting for death.

But you don't see,
Past the lies.
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
Moons rays
Ripple on your
Face.

Amplifying
Your sweat
Grace.

The mist,
From the midnight
Rain.

Showing me
You have everything
To gain.

But the
Twinkle behind
Your eyes.

Screaming for
Me to catch
Your lies.
WiltingMoon May 2016
Dressed in black
I take my stand
Grasp my pen
In my blood soaked hand...

With darkness my army
And silence our song
I confront the lies
That have gone on to long...

Mighty I stand
With my strength behind me
Marching along
With the wish to be free...

I lead my pen
To battle with the page
For the truth it sets free
From the hell rotting cage...
WiltingMoon Mar 2017
Though the stars seem dim
And the sun seems cool
I will still walk with pride
And speak from my stool

I shall raise my voice
I shall speak for all
To fight for something great
For us to all stand tall

If your moon has wilted
If your eyes have dried
Stand with me
And you can say you tried

Together we will live
Together we will provide
For we will help another
And never leave ones side

This is not about
Ones pain and grief
This is about all
To support every belief

So if your stars seem dim
And your sun seems cool
Take a walk with pride
And raise your voice from your stool
Even if you are hurt, remember your pain may help someone else. Be there for everyone because you never know what people have been through, or if they may even help you too.
WiltingMoon Sep 2016
The world is wrong
And we live as if it's right...
WiltingMoon Apr 2016
Sins
Are
Mutations
Of
Lost
Hope
WiltingMoon Sep 2016
Everything that's Possible
was once Impossible
WiltingMoon Apr 2017
Its cold in this world
But its colder in your heart
WiltingMoon Mar 2017
'Does the pain not blind your eyes?'

Does the love not blind your soul?
WiltingMoon Mar 2017
Love that is seen in the smallest of moments, is what makes life livable
WiltingMoon Mar 2017
We fall for a reason
We rise for a purpose
WiltingMoon Apr 2016
Silence
is a dead
soul's
cry for
help
Pleads are not to be unheard...
WiltingMoon Mar 2017
'and I say your beautiful, with imperfections, flaws and all'*

Was 2:32 when sun was still asleep
And the stars played with the light of the moon
It was silent withing these walls
Only the breeze outside could be heard
The only light that reached my eyes
Was that of my old phone screen
Its setting to the dimmest it could go
Your words appeared and the world the left
You and me was all that remained
It just a message with truth told from your heart and soul
But it was more then that
I read just words
But felt such embrace
Because i couldn't remebthat last time I had heard such love
That I read from you before the sun had shown..

And it was those words I heard again
Before we both said *I do
WiltingMoon Apr 2016
Not all scars can be seen
WiltingMoon Aug 2016
Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
To feel the water vapors cleanse our skin.
Watch the world beyond the scope of rainbows, and accept that we all live in a world of sin.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
With your hand firmly within mine.
See the moon dance with the sun; trying to understand each other's life line.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Become lingering memories in the minds of broken hearts.
Shedding a silent tear for your soul, falling to the ocean, creating rippling art.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Reaching for the stars that sing with aspiration.
Listening to their songs till the universe dissolves.
Feeling that small forgotten spark that's known as inspiration.

Will you join me upon the rain clouds?
Forever to be at rest with the hate.
To watch the rain fall to those that can understand.
As we glide to our long fought for fate.

**Will you join me upon the rain clouds?...
War
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
War
Must we fight?

When the world is at war?...
War
WiltingMoon Mar 2016
War
We all fight a war...

But just because we fight it...
Dose not mean we started it...

Or can not end it...
WiltingMoon Feb 2016
Alive the skies
Dead the seas
You and me
Never to be
I am one
You are another
We only destroy
We never help
I hurt love
You hurt me
We cry together
And laugh together
We are two
Destined to die
Lonely as one
I die alone
In the skies
You die alone
In the seas
Because we love
Far to much
It kills us...
WiltingMoon Apr 2016
Is it real this pain I feel?
For is this life just a walk in hell?
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
What would they do, if they knew what went through my head?
What would they do, if they knew I'd rather be dead?

Would they say for me to leave?
Would they beg me to stay please?

What would they say?
What would they do?

Would they help me come back?
Would they leave me in black?

Would they ever love me again?
Would they leave me with just pain?

Would they help me if, they knew what went through my head?
Would they leave if, they knew I'd rather be dead?
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
When skies fall,
And mountains fly.
I will change this pitiful life,
And throw away my ****** knife.
WiltingMoon Feb 2016
Whispers, whispers, everywhere.

Whispers, whispers, all do stare.

Whispers, whispers, disgust for me.

Whispers, whispers, my life I don't see.
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
Who am I? I am nobody. No one knows me, no one cares for me. I am a ghost trapped in this place I once called home. There is nothing left for me, so why do I stay you ask? I stay for one reason and reason only, the hope that one day, I can help other people just like me in this sad, sad place. I am the start of the resistance! I am here for those with no voice, no hope, no one!
I want to say, this is for everyone that has battled with pain, loss, hatred, harm, hopelessness, any form of hate towards yourself. I want to say that this is for you of you! I know what it's like to battle demons in the dark. And in the light. I want you to all know that I am here! You do bit have to be alone! I am not a person that will feed you lies! I will not say things are going to be OK! Because I know they won't! But I will say if you try, if you really want to feel again, if you are willing to let me help you. I will sag things will change. Not get better but change! Depending on what you choose to do. I know you can never go back to who you once were, no matter how much you want to. But you can remember them, remember what it once felt like to be them, you can hold that close. Use it to help shape yourself into a new person. That has scars, to show you survived. That knows pain, but now has something to gain. That once wish death, but know you fight for other people just like you! So that is why I have written this. Remember if you can't find your voice, I will be your voice!
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