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in a city that breeds hooligans
ingrates and indecencies,
where the architecture of a lost era
crumbles into brothels and madhouses,
where shootings peak
with the heat of summer,
where new windows are boarded up daily
and we chop down trees like fanatics,
in the city I call home,
in the city I love,
destroyed by its ignorance,
I am condemned to silent pleas
and empty stares.
Wasted breaths caught on my fingertips as I count the hours
Flickering stars twinkle like lights slightly low on power
And I wish I was sleeping but sleeping is a luxury
And it seems it cannot be afforded by me

I have wasted too much time with my eyes shut closed
Being foolish enough to think as I slept, time froze
Only to wake and see my day had turned to twinkling stars
And from today, now yesterday, I was so very far

If I asked politely for these hours to be returned to me
Would I expect my precious day to come back again freely
Or should I find a way to waken once more to sunlight
By closing my eyes once more tonight
She's never seen these flying dreams
As the streams of melodious songs do follow
Holding onto the scent of her hair in my mind
As if sealed so tightly in a bottle
Sending messages so serene
Opening once undiscovered doors
All this from passing a girl
I've never met before

She'll never know those five minutes of longing
The sorrow that came and gone as she passed
The strings on my heart plucking away in me
In a medley never meant to last
In that moment she was all there was to me
Her feet almost seemed to glide on this dusty floor
No inkling of the song I heard or the things I'd felt
The girl I loved and had never met before
Live, love, day to day
Dreams come, never fade
Wishes seem to say
I will find you soon

Hereon and herein
Never gone, never been
Devout to find you in
Silver hued, shining moon

Each touch thus wished for
Loving you all the more
Toujours rechercher l'amour
Jusqu'à ce qu'un bonjour, comment allez-vous
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The most typical way for a poem to begin
The most typical way for life to begin
But how does it end
You will never know
You don’t control how your life goes
So don’t make plans for tomorrow
Because you don’t know what will happen
Never mention the past
Because you don’t know what’s coming next
But then you have to be thankful
Think about all of the sin
We have done in life
But God
Still allowed us to wake up the next day
It's crazy,
This love we possess.
Spiraling up, then d
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                                                n.
Changing our moods all around.
We talk, then we yell,
venting in every way that we can.
Not knowing of the damage were doing,
Not knowing what will happen next.
Then there's ***,
there's love, then there is regret.
We are just making up for un-happiness.
In this moment I know I love you,
I know that I'm sorry.
Most of all I know it was just another stupid fight.
They tell me to fight,
but there is no fight left.
Running from a battle that's has me out of breath.
Nothing to give,
no ammo to shoot,
nothing to say,
no words are left.
My mouth is dry, my throat burning with thirst,
My heart with the feeling as if it could burst.
I'm losing a battle that was never to be won,
I'm losing a battle, only to one.
You push, you pull, you follow me around.
Soon enough I'll get tired of this.
I'm not a puppet that you can play with.
I let you tug, I let you pull,
You're my puppet master, but you are cruel.
I'm losing this battle.
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