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 Jan 2015
South by Southwest
I have seen the bliss
before the morning's dawn .
I have taken kiss from a woman
as she slept like a new born fawn .
I have seen the sun and moon set
together in a western sky .
I have seen all the reasons now
as we let our loving die .

I have seen the fog at times when
there was nothing one could see .
I have seen eternity from the mountains
all the way down to the sea .
I have seen love's kind embrace and
felt it's breath upon my skin .
But I don't even dare to dream
there will be another like you again .

Oh , I have seen paradise through
The yellow of the glass .
Tasted it upon my tongue
And it was so very nice .
I have smelled the rose's fumes
And it permanates the air
For evermore I assumed
But now face cold realities stare

I have seen the petals fall
one by one by one
I have seen the fingers slip away
until there were none .
I have this empty feeling
at the bottom of my pit
God it is so unwilling
I think I'm feeling sick

Our love has evaporated
After summer's rain  
Leaving steaming memories
Heat and searing pain
But I have not seen
Nor think I ever will
See a love again like this
Forever that's so real
 Jan 2015
Bleeding Rose
I sit in my room.
No light comes near my dark soul.
I beg and plead for an angel to save me.
But I feel no redemption for the demon within.
 Jan 2015
Wanderer
I want to take better advice
Latest being love like you've never been hurt
Dance like nobody's watching
Keller knows a thing or two
I found part of myself within those Break Science
Lights
Pigeons creating a helix of electricity
Within the shallow depths of my fingertips
Thankfully I can pull it closer
Feel it's lazer beam muscle spasm ******
Straight through to the other side of how I think
How I interact with the pulsing beat pounding within my vasodilated veins
I lost the darkness in your shadows
I found the light in mine
We raged that night until our bodies, twisted and wounded like geriatric versions of ourselves
Fell into tired cuddle puddles
Smiling, saturated with festival funk
All thoughts dissolving into psychedelic dreams
 Jan 2015
Katie Katie
That night I looked in the mirror
Expecting to see the usual
The reflection I recognize
Staring back in my eyes

It wasn't an eccentric expectation
Because that's how it's always been
But I looked in the mirror...
I wasn't there anymore

I don't feel like I was there anymore
I don't think I was scared anymore
Could I possibly be told anymore?

I was shocked that I wasn't shocked
Looking in the mirror that night
Seeing myself not being myself

My reaction wasn't how I expected,
How I was taught, how I thought
Not everything is as it appears

I saw everything in a different dark
Or a different light, my sight
Forever tainted with blood

That's when I began to question it
And I have been ever since
Especially because that night
Was not the end... What if
We are all monsters
At least to a certain extent
By our own definition
In our own unique ways
?
"How do I make you understand something that I can't understand myself?
Why would I make you understand something I didn't wish to know myself?"

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