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Some say to live is to breathe
But they don't see
The forest for the trees
Its the tiny moments that gave peace
So I'll bury myself in the leaves
I always thought it odd
When you took me to the abc store
Walking the rows of liquor
Like of the pews of a church

Showing your son
what he was worth
Less than ***** less than the beer
I wasn't the thing that you loved here

It slowed you breathing, thinking, and fear
It formed it a distance
A whiskey sea between you and me
Its just not something I can swim
Its form a bottle around you
I don't care to get in
Your in a fight ,I know you can't win
I no longer ask how,why, when
So I'll wait for the end.

Like I waited for a father
Someone to mold me into a man
I grow tried of waiting
And make my image with my own hand
I won't follow in your stumbling footsteps
And won't support you when you can't stand
All you are is hateful, timid and destructive
From a broken father is what I construct with
From a man who is nothing, I will be become something.
To move on in a week
After two years
Like i never existed
So i ask my walls
As your stand-ins
If you ever miss it

You live across the street
But theres still to much distance
To even speak
I'll change who i am
And hope that the best part of me
Wasn't yours to keep
And be born anew


Here's to the past
And what its taught me
And to all who ask me
"I'm not broken, just bend
I feel empty but im not spent
And someday my body,bed
and heart won't be for rent."
This is to move on.
My skin has become a prison
My tounge a gate for the words
I must confess
My ribs have transformed into a
cage for my chest

Under this prison
These bones quake
Found something to live for
Something to love,they wake
Sie sind das meer mein Rhein.
Ich mochte nun das gleiche gilt wenn man nicht die meinen.

Sie befinden sich der regen auf meine elbe.
Die strome der liebe haben mich zum Anschwellen.

Liebe und Wasser verdunsten kann.
Und alles hat ein ende
Sie moge die liebe Seine die gleiche wie sie liebte den Rhein.

Minnesang
Me trying my hand at a german minnesang.  My german isn't very good.
My body is physically fine,but it's broken
Are words worse said or unspoken
I walk through every door left unopened
Only hoping,  to find you on the other side.

My mind is steady  but I'm not
Receiving what I  have wrought
My heart will grow hard
Or soft , for you I would stop time.

Tired but I still have hope
You're the ocean to my coast
You may leave but return when I need you most
My arms will be the walls around your heart
And in this home, I'll be your loving host.
I've waited for this to feeling to end
It's dug its way into the pores on my skin
And clawed its way within
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