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When no one else was there to save me,
it was.
It always wraps me in its warmth,
Listens to my every sob,
Pats me in sympathy and comfort.
It's been my lifelong friend.

Most kids are afraid of the dark,
But really there's no need.
Darkness has always been my friend
Too afraid to love, too afraid of hurt
*Too afraid of my world breaking apart
Too afraid of loneliness yet Love's cruel
Because  it's a war that ends in a duel
Too afraid to trust ,broken till the crust
Cannot see a variance twixt Love and lust
Too confused to tell which road to follow
Too burdened by  memories to not feel this hollow
Too scared but I doubt there's a safe way out
None can hear me albeit I let my silence shout
Guess whoever fills the void and heals the scars
Will share a night of counting the stars
Whoever will drag me out the dark
I should trust will have a honest spark
Whoever that will be should be able to fill this emptiness
Gaping wide and abysmal with special uniqueness
A weasel will commit a massacre within the henhouse as sure as a politicians tongue will wag without respite , be it attached or severed !
Copyright October 26 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
She had a balloon
She had a hat
She sat in her living room
Petting her cat
She waited for her guests
No one had came
And no one had left

No one came
There were no wishes
The candles were blown
No one to wash the dishes

She had a birthday
And the party was fun
Because...
All her imaginary friends had come
Mirror mirror on the wall
What is it that you see?
Say not but truth,  I need to know
What others think of me

Do they see my greying hair?
Crows feet about my eyes?
I'm asking you,  my hated friend
For mirror never lie

Perhaps they see a pitied soul
That life had rendered worn
Or do they see my lying grin
And eyes that spill with scorn?
Just something little that was nagging in my head :)
 Oct 2015 AmyKatrinaSmith
km
it's twelve o'clock and i'm still thinking about you
somehow i can't get you off my head
the thought of you makes me happy and sad
i wish you knew how i feel
thoughts before i go to bed
A crystal sun shines brighter
To crystal eyes
Than any golden sun ever could.
A crystal sun represents the intended idealology of perfection, and it is only seen as brighter because a person is already accustomed to having 'crystal' eyes that are only used to seeing in a certain way. It is a little sad, that the gold sun cannot be appreciated in the same way due to an unwillingness to see it as beautiful. Not to mention, gold is softer warmer and melleable while crystal has sharp edges and hard places, cold like ice.
"I can't stop thinking about you,
Reminiscing all the memories..

I sometimes wonder if you miss me too,
Or were they all plastic memories?"
Ava
 Oct 2015 AmyKatrinaSmith
raenona
I keep telling myself that I want to go home
but I think I'm homesick for a home that doesn't
even
exist
anymore
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