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I used to like to walk the straight and narrow line
I used to think that everything was fine

Sometimes I'd like to sit and gaze for days through sleepless dreams
All alone and trapped in time

I wonder what tomorrow has in mind for me
Or am I even in it's mind at all

Perhaps I'll get a chance to look ahead and see
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball


Tell me, tell me where I'm going
I don't know where I've been

Tell me, tell me, won't you tell me
And then tell me again

My heart is breaking, my body's aching
And I don't know where to go

Tell me, tell me, won't you tell me
I've just got to know


There's so many things I need to know
There's so many things I've got to know

If you should see me walking
Through your dreams at night

Would you please direct me
Where I ought to be

I've been looking for a crystal ball
To shed the light

To find a future in me...
I need my crystal ball
styx
What would you do
If no one loved you

Would you cry
or
Would you sigh

Love

Do you care
or
Do you swear

Do you look for love
or
Do you hide from love

Do you want it
or
Do you need it

Do you know what love means
Real love
Never ending love

are you a hopeless romantic
or
romantically wanting love

What are the feeling of no love

are they silent
or
are they loud

are they sharing thoughts
or
are they lonely thoughts

do you have thoughts of joy
or
do you have thoughts of nothing

do you smile
or
do you cringe

do you want it
or
not

It's actually not that hard to find

JUST LOVE ANOTHER
LOVE ANOTHER
 Jan 2015 A Love For Hatred
Rupal
Sometimes,
the most honest
thing to do
is to lie
I don't need a doctor to tell my track record is like the clash straight to hell
I'll sell my heart to the highest bidder I'm not bitter I know everyone comes into your life for a reason and you can't mix up people for a moment or even expect them to be there always and only be meant for a season

maybe I'm taking this to harshly but I'm growing color and it's costly to myself and whoever The Lord Has planned for me
My head and heart lost pages long ago in fact I'm sure they aren't even reading the same book anymore I don't know what's in store my head tells me spend some time alone work on yourself and my heart says you can't come close to doing that without a woman's help it's an internal conflict my own personal hell...

but I put a mask on so is hard to tell
Ripping the pages away from my brain
And out of eyesight
I focus in on the pain
Its waves are soothing
They wipe away the ink stains leaving a clean slate

I DO NOT focus on the memories of every single word
Only the important ones that seldomly occured
Love
Of course
Without which where would I be?
Weak and weary watching these waves wash over me.

But these words are just characters
They die off often and can be replaced
But the memories they brought with them,
The ones of your face...

Are gone.

But your love remained.
 Jan 2015 A Love For Hatred
silas
gaping wounds,
wide eyes,
steady streams of life trickling,
draining my body
of the happiness it once held.

pain doesn't always have to be externally felt,
does it?
today was ******* terrible but i'm getting over it
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