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**there's a place where the
heart goes . a place that
only torment knows
there's a vale where
tears are shed
it's in the
stomach and
in the head
if you've
ever been
in love
you know
this place
and you have
fallen . you've
been shoved
when winter
comes to
replace
autumn
you're
in that
place
and
there's
no
B
O
T

T


O
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In this place right now.
I can't stay on site
right now
really
hurting

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It's so easy to throw up your hands
turn around, and walk away
I choose not to live a life of demands
in the moment is where I'll stay

I never think of what will come
I only think of what I see
the future is tomorrow for some
the future is right now, for me

it's so hard to even care
I want to live just for today
because tomorrow might not be there
in the moment is where I stay
smoking and drinking
anything but thinking
to this world, I am dumb
hoping is shrinking
my armor is chinking
my mind is now numb

toking and syncing
my mind has no inkling
empty out my head
the eyes of no blinking
they are set on linking
this life with the dead
:-)

a smile upon
a practiced face
is no longer
a smile

doll heads
are just painted
they use
cunning, guile

but you can see
duplicity
through the
thick
shellac

ask for honor
real truth
and watch
the
varnish
crack

they'll find
another
hunting ground
but their eyes
will be
their
fall

the baby blues
that look at you
DO NOT
SMILE
AT
ALL!



soulsurvivor
(c) 3-18-2015
:-)
Overcautious.
I am a vault, and you are the new lock keeper.

2. Overwhelmed.
You had me at first sight, your beauty and you charm.

3. Overjoyed.
You made me so ecstatic, you cannot possibly do any harm.

4. Oversight.
You failed to notice, I am flesh and blood, constructed of flaws.

5. Overgrown.
My love for you, and all the little things you do.

6. Overbearing.
I discovered this new side, you had buried it deep inside you.

7. Overused.
But ofcourse, those treacherous three words, the hollow I love you's.

8. Overstep.
The boundaries and limits, have been crossed way back.

9. Overprotective.
My walls are back up, and you have been pushed with the broken fragments of my past, way up above the rack.

10.
Oh this one came so slowly, after five painful months of ***** and three AM phone calls, to spill poetry that I would never show you, but it finally did come, leaving me so happy, when I finally got, Over you.
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