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Walking did I to her a summer’s day
Song birds had flown about and guided me
To her; twisted the street had done in play
My path to her unblock without debris
A soft sound of a pitter pat that my hart
Tattoo inside my chest as I walk on
Not sure of how but knock at with a start
Super aware of self for I’m not brawn
Long had the time laid thick weighing me down
Did she hear me, had not the rapping awoke
Alarms to who was here?  At this I frown
But no my doubts have turn into a joke
Before me stood an angelic wonder
That time and space would be blown asunder
dont drink the           poison it kills
love blooms slow,  hate blooms fast
your heart   drinks slowly
and the effects
never
last
I don't want to go through life
Wishin I could restart
I don't want to look back
And see a mess fallen apart
And if I ever die
Just remember that I love you
I don't want to live lie
I've been thinking about my past
All those shed tears
That didnt last
I was broken at the point of it
I was dying inside
I really couldn't give a ****
I finally realized
That they can say
Whatever they want to
Its a new day
And I can finally look at you
You can try an drag me down
Spent most my life on the ground
But I'm starting to feel restless
And I hope you finally get this
I'm through, I'm through
With you,

We always used to fight
And my sanity was gone
But in the dark I found a light
That's why I'm making this long
And if ever I see you
I won't think of before
Because all the things we used to do
Ya, well I closed that door
And I'm trying to be strong
Even though my shields are down
And I don't know where I went wrong
But I feel it all around
And there was love loss
But no love found
The title Incase your wondering is a antonyms analogy
Eyes of blue oceans
Hair of blonde silk
She fell because she was broken
She couldn't make up her mind
And she was running out of time
The pressure on her shoulders
Pushed her through that hole
It was An escape from her reality
To another
The rabbit chased the wind
While she shouted to him
She was lost in a world that
Couldn't be real
But her fingertips defied
Solid and warm
The trees bark seemed to breath
Everything there was alive
In the corner of her eye little eyes look
At her curiosity, yet unease
Is she the one?
Little voice squeaks
Be quite she'll hear you!
Another one
What could this strange place be
The trees were taller than any
The grass and flowers , many
The small rivers and streams all around her
Could this be a dream?
A voice echoes , like it's lost in a cave
But suddenly her body hurts
A scream from her lungs
And suddenly she's flung
And the pursuer yells,
"off with her head !"
I wrote thus thinking about how when life throws you surprises they can seem so awesome and beautiful at first until everything goes wrong, not always the case but most the time , I guess it depends on the persons luck
In The Universe's Palm Lays A Rose,
With An Inviting Door Closed,
Black On White,
Dark To Light,
Words Slipped Through The Fence,
Penetrating Resistance,
Like A Grape Vine,
Forces Lost And New Ones Combined,
An Eagle Holds My Hand Through The Pain,
Warms Me With Wings In The Freezing Rain,
Kisses The Crown Of My Cranium,
Tells Me It'll Be Okay,
His Words Verbatim,
Then Flies Away,
Forges A Path Leading Me Past The Flames,
A Silly Game Played,
Millions Of Mirrors Showing My Reflection,
Oh The Curse Of Visual Preception,
Green Eyes A Watery Mess,
The Labored Heaving Of My Chest,
My Soul Speeding Past Life's Stop Sign,
My Heart Broken But Rebind,
Maybe The Meaning Of Life Would Be Clearer,
If My Vision Was Not Blurred With Endless Tears,
Red Nails Aren't Even Painted,
My Meals Poisioned And Tainted,
Smiling To Myself,
Everyone Jarred And Set On The Top Shelf,
My Gardian Eagle,
Sits By Me So Regal,
My Celestial Hero,
Blocking Every Arrow,
Which Try's To Knock Those Shelves Down,
Who Try's To Make Me Frown,
He Will Never Let Me,
Lose My Crown
To My "Gweagle" :)
Please tell me how you can look In her honest eyes
And try and break her down, with vile words
I can see her struggle to keep it inside
I can see that shes hurt
I can see her tears unshed
I want to hug her
I hate that she's so sad
I hate that those people are so cruel
I wish I could take away her hurt
But all I can do is give her
One reason to smile
Make her time worth while
Make her days brighter
Make her load lighter
Read her when words are to hard
And hold her up when the weight collapses her
I can bare her pain
I've seen it's dark hellish face
I've ran that same pace
I've been torn apart and fed to the beasts
I've cried and scarred myself for life
But if I could save her
I will fight forever
She is my best friend
The light at the end of a dark hall
The best of them all
If I could be just the slightest bit
Of the friend she's been
I would do my very best
To my best friend, who in the deepest of the dark finds a way to laugh , even if for just a minute, who listens to me, encourages me, ALWAYS makes me laugh , stay strong because you're so much more than you even know,
Call Me Wh#re,
Call Me A Sl#t,
Call Me A B#tch,
And A Tw#t But,
I've Said I'm Sorry,
You Don't Know The Whole Story,
I'm Tired Of You,
And I'm Done With Me,
I'm Tired Of Being Caged Inside,
This Skinned Ceiled Body,
I'm Tired Of The World,
Trying To Torture Me,
I'm Locked In A Cell,
And I Wish You Well,
On Your Way To Hell,
Listen For The Bell,
Don't You Dare Tell,
The World How I Fell.....
People Say They Respect,
The Stength That I Own,
People Say They Respect Me,
Because It's So Easy For Me To Put Up A Smile,
Respect Is Something You Earn,
Not Something That You Automatically Get,
I've Busted My **** To Be Respected,
But I Am Slowly Crumbling,
From The Alliance's Change In Wind,
I Hate Pretending I'm Perfect,
I'm Human,
You Gotta Respect That,
Do You Respect The Pain?
Do You Respect My Name?
Who Ever Respects Me,
I Respect Them Back,
You Can't Be Respected,
If You Don't Respect,
Let Be Your Teacher,
I'll Teach You The Ways,
The Ways Of Getting Through The Rough Days,
I'll Teach You,
If You Don't Have A Clue,
How To Respect
I Know I Said Respect A Lot, Just Trying To Get A Point Across. There Are Few People I Respect, You Know Who You Are. I'm Tired Of People's Garbage, Take Out The Trash Already...
 Sep 2012 Bailey Kreutzer
Max
The screaming continues, the yelling goes on.
Strained voices from creating so much
NOISE
I wonder if there was a time that we could
talk softly to each other, lovingly. I wonder
if 'before' we knew of other things
besides our own screaming. Our anger.
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