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Charlie Jul 2015
The key to my heart hangs around my neck,
one day I'll give it to someone worthy.
My heart openly exposed on my sleeve,
free for anyone to take.
Who will unlock its secrets?
Charlie Nov 2015
He sits in his chair with the gun in his hand,
whisky in the other.
Lived a troubled and disturbing life,
abandoned by his mother.
Ex took his kids and half his money,
laughed in his face, then walked away.
Now he sits alone, nobody to talk to,
his rage and hopelessness consuming his day.
The nameless man will die tonight,
while we sit and ignore his plight.
Charlie Jun 2015
Judas speaks to me proclaiming his innocence,
Brutus begs for mercy,
Cassius screams for his torture to end.
Their pain inflicted by my own hands, my own teeth.
I see my reflection in the burning ice.
I am Satan.
Charlie Jun 2015
Embrace the dark.
Let the shadows consume you.
Slip slowly into the eternal sleep.

Embrace that which you cannot change.
Let him into your life when no others are there.
Greet the devil with kindness.

Embrace him when God abandons you.
Hold him like you'd hold a loved one.
He is all you need now.

Embrace the eternal sleep of death.
Embrace its peace and calm.
Embrace your tortured soul.
Charlie Apr 2015
I sit here alone and think,
what a dangerous thing to do.
Charlie Jul 2015
I melt when our eyes meet.
When you smile angels sing.
When you laugh the world falls silent around you.
I'm transfixed on you.
Do you even know my name?
Charlie Apr 2015
Not a day goes by when I don't yearn to hear your voice.
I sit there by the phone waiting for you to call but it never happens.
I miss you, why don't you miss me?
Why do you break my heart?
All I want is to hear the choir of angels that is your voice.
Charlie Mar 2017
Your scratches and bites excited me at first
The gentle clawing and nibbling my neck
But you didn't stop there.

You got harder and harder until I bled
I asked you to stop
You bit harder.

It didn't take long for me
to enjoy the pain again
Because it was you
Ours bodies embraced.

That wasn't enough for you

You saw my enjoyment
and had to change it
You saw my pleasure
from your genetic violence
You wanted to hurt me, irreparably.

You attacked my body first, then moved to my brain, heart, soul
Your words burnt like fire
Your tongue lacerated my soul like a whip
Constant agony.

Unrequited love disguised with manipulation
You were pretending all along
And yet I stayed
Now, I am gone.

Forever yours in body, your little *******.
Charlie Apr 2015
His eyes pools of blue, his hair mousy and soft.
His lips as luxurious as a breeze on a hot day.
His words pierce me like cupid's arrows, his gaze as stunning as Medusa.
I feel this for him yet I'm just a friend, my soul sings like the caged bird.
Charlie Aug 2015
No smell of sulphur in the air
No bullets flying past your head
No screams of agony to be heard
No injuries to be seen.

Scarred by the words
Bruised by the fists
Paralysed by the sirens
The urban battlefield still destroys lives.
Charlie Oct 2020
That crippling loneliness with which I am well acquainted

Waiting as a silent observer

While I sit here and write

Sat here decaying waiting for that call

That vicious lump within my mother's womb

Is it what we fear the most?

That cruel diseases that took my grandmother from us too soon?

Every second drenched in fear and terror

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
.
.
Charlie Aug 2015
War, war never changes.
The suffering of the many at the hands of the few,
the overwhelming invasive force,
the authoritarian, oppressive government.

But in the darkness of war there's always light.
There are always those willing to stand up against them.
The lights in the darkness.
The Spartacus, the French resistance, the common man
Charlie Mar 2016
The warheads rust in peace while the population celebrates
War is over
Peace is here!

An explosion of ecstasy in the inner cities
Joyous laughter and delight
No more young men dying without a cause

And yet there still stands the grieving mother
Crying for her baby boy
War is over
But grief remains.
Charlie Sep 2015
To love we must suffer.
When we suffer, we fight.
The dangerous first step into no man's land.
The first message.
Strike up the conversation like a firing pin.
Will it hit or misfire?
Charlie Nov 2015
What is love?
Is it Barrett-Browning's sonnets?
Shakespeare's soliloquy's?
Can love, true love, ever be truly represented in written form?
What is love?
Do you feel what I feel?
Is love the same emotion for us?
We'll never know.
Charlie Jul 2015
Who ever said poetry had to rhyme?
To rhyme the divine is a crime.
Why change the perfect form of expression
with your attempt at creative oppression?
Irony? Sarcasm? Satire? Who will ever know?
A concluding line,  let's forgo.
Charlie Apr 2015
I have to sit and wonder how life would be if once in a while you noticed me.
Would I be happier? Would I be content? Would I still feel this way?
Would I still love you?

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