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Colin Makgill Jul 2015
I will stay with you
Until these feelings stop staying the same
Until these feelings grow more insane

Guess its just best if I back off now instead
Put these feelings to rest before they end up dead

I think too much about what I said
I sink too much into my own head
I'm overgrown
My weeds are getting tangled with my trees
I'm overthrown
It's brought me to my knees
It haunts me so I can't breathe
It taunts me so I can't see

Stop, don't make a sound
Drop down hit the ground
You can't imagine it
How much **** you're tangled up in
Mangled bits you're parts are stuck
I don't give a ****
But I've got to live through this muck
That I made
And it's all the same
Every god dam day
Found a way to stay so grey
Found a place to stay
Found a name who knows his way
Found a face who's built to play.

I see clear
Let's just have some fun
Shift my gear
Get something done
I can't steer
I'm so dumb
I'm not here
I'm numb.
Colin Makgill Jun 2015
Maybe this the end
For my friends

I'm mending what's gone wrong
I blend into what's dead and gone

They can't comprehend
What I lend

I lend them my heart
Only to be left apart

I let them trample my heart
Just to be a part

Of the their life
One of these days I'll do it right

Maybe today
It'll be okay

But I'll check with you
I'll try talk to a few

I'll try walk through
I'll break this chalk for you

So I can't write
Don't know what's right

I'll try do anything
Everything

I'll try be anything
But I don't have a clue

I try to do something new
I'll die if you need me to

I don't want to die but I'll try
I'll cry and won't want be by my side

I sigh, grit my teeth and get on through
I'll stick to you like glue

But this is the end
For me and my friends
  Jun 2015 Colin Makgill
Brian Payamps
You claim you fight for peace.
You claim you are the reason I live free.
As you stand with pride on both your feet.
Whose helping out your brother who's begging on 42nd street.
He lost both his feet.
You don't fight for me
But for the 1 percent that can afford to put their kids through ivy league.
You think I'm free
within these parameters inposed on me.
where I can't even speak.
You lost your brother, well so did I.
He stepped on a C4,
mine got gun down by the police force.
You fight for peace?
had *** three times last night and I'm still trying to lose my virginity.
You think I'm free
I'm more of a slave now than kutakente was back in eighteen thirty-three.
You think I want you to risk your life for me?
I guess if somebody must die better you than me.
Fighting for peace ****.. take it how you want. Poems are suppose to hit a nerve. Just my thoughts
Colin Makgill Jun 2015
I hear,
These noises at night
Voices that write
Choices that aren't right

I'm near,
The edge, looking down
The ledge, mustn't frown
The edge, looking at the ground

I fear,
What's left for me to give
We met for us to live
What's left beyond cliff

Before you
I saw so clear
I endure you
For the longest year

Tell me anything I want to hear
Sell me everything I want my dear
Keep the counter open
And yet so much deeper have we sunken

Started as a floating heap
Floating to the face that is so steep
Wrote things as I start to leap
Crack my heart on the rocks below
Smashed apart on the rocks that have grown
Made a start on the rocks that I know
Broke my heart on the rocks that I show
Myself to
My feelings to
My health to
My left over peelings to.

Sharing times together alone
Parting to find another whose grown
Tearing what's mine for her to overthrow
Only need a caring mind to get her on your own

I act kind
I don't mind
Let you unwind
You're unkind
I need time
I lead you to my mind
I feed you on what we find
I need you to be mine

I hear these voices at night
They're for you
They make things a little brighter
  Jun 2015 Colin Makgill
Ruzica Matic
greeting the morning
with spoonfuls of sunshine
in our bitter teas
we smell the earth
beneath the boots
of endless steps
rain filled
feeding the roots
of walnut trees

crushing daisies
between the pages
capturing breaths
in fishing nets
we glint in moonlight
silver and slight
Colin Makgill Jun 2015
Can you make me happy again
You are my only friend

But maybe this is the end
For us

Maybe its just enough to live on
But its not enough to live

I guess it'll be fine
I guess you won't mind
I guess you won't think bout me all the time
I guess you won't be mine

I think I better hide
I think I better lie
I sink into my own mind
I drink your poisoned wine
Then I'll die.
Then I won't try
Then I'll be by your side
Then I'll be with you in a different time.
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