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 May 2014
Poetic T
They call me evil, but I am in you,
cocooned till I am released, the
trigger is in you. It just needs that
incident that something, to give
birth to me within you.

I am like a butterfly of darkness,
my wings are spreading releasing
the evil within. I couldn't do these
things with out you, but you are not
alone, everyday I am released to do
the unspeakable.

Some have regret with what was
done, while others soak it up and
use it as a strength within.

Those others do not understand
that I am evil within, for I may
sleep to the grave. But in most I
am in some ways released, and
the black butterfly will once again
spread its wings within.
 May 2014
Poetic T
Never surrender never give
up, fight for it tooth and nail
for it is too precious to give up.

There are those that wish to
take it, but never let them get
to close, it can be lost in a heart
beat, then it stops.

One day it will be lost, but until
then live it like it needs to be, it
is a must, we only have a limited
time of existence, we only have
one life, use it well for one day we
are life, the next we are dust.
 May 2014
Poetic T
It flows over me, there is no
escape, it holds me down even
though it has no weight.

I exhale, inhale it in, it sends
me to a deeper sleep from which
I may not live.

I am surrounded, light is blocked
out, it fills my lungs coating them
burning them so hard to breath.

It is like drowning in my sleep,
I don't know that its even happening.
No longer am I breathing in air,
just the blackness that surrounds
me.

As I surrender to the sleep
as it covers me like a blanket
of death i am suffocated on
the outside as well as within.
its not always the fire that kills you its the silent partner..
 May 2014
Poetic T
Life has many roots we take a
step left, we step right, each is
like the branches of a tree each
will grow in a different direction.

Some branches grow weak over
time and die, where others will
branch off with each different
direction we take, fruit will grow
where the paths stepped correct,
but when stepped wrong the fruit
is rotten and will fall to the floor.

Are lives can grow in many ways,
it can flourish grow strong, but
we can misstep just once and be
the fruit that lies discarded rotten
on the floor could be what becomes
of our life, we grow no more..
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
They once called me crazy
I've since been deemed sane

Is it insanity
When I call out your name

In the middle of the night
Alone in my bed

My heart it bleeds sorrow
I can't hear your name

It drives me to madness
I'm going insane

I can't call you up
I can't knock on your door

Each time I think of you
I'm wanting you more

I wake in the darkness
A terrible fright

I don't feel any warmth now
I can't see the light

I try to forgive you
I try to let go

I still think about you
I thought you should know

I stand up
Leave a rose on your stone

Say my goodbyes
And walk myself home
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
The blind man sees with fingertips
Kisses his wife with his lips
Hugs his children in his warm embrace
Never will he see a face

He knows the steps through the house
Cannot see it ,but can hear a mouse

He walks in darkness all the time
At times I think he sees more than  I

Not limited by what he sees
The man who can hear the falling leaves.
Hopfully everyone likes it,
 May 2014
Jack
Dark


I can feel the empty loneliness, the dire sadness in your words
Black on white letters arranged in sorrow’s indelible font
Tear drop tense in flowing cradles of desperation
sad eyes of whys, question mark patterns
on stark gray silk, neatly pressed
offered no one in particular,
a butterfly necklace
weeping on skin
fading slowly
into the
dark
~
“I fell and my eyes could not see,
you were gone and my heart shattered”
~
dark
gloomy
skies drip
memories from
charcoal rain clouds
flooding emotions on the brink
blinding the sight of anything good
dancing on the broken stoop of splintered
dreams and broken hearts clinging barely to breath
screaming to invisible heavens and gagged reasons lost
somewhere beyond the here and there, where she does wait
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
Do you ever think
What the truth really is ?

Is our universe endless ?
Or where does God live ?

Are we alone
In this infinite space ?

Or maybe there are others
Out past our gaze ?

Our questions must have answers
I guess we can't know

Until the time comes
When we're above or below
 May 2014
NuurSeraph
Thank you for dealing with my serious sense ability today,  
for that, I want to send 10 billion hugs into the air.
Sparkles everywhere, if I can muster the strength
I'll send another 10 billion Rainbow wishes, for good measure.
I appreciate all of you and thank you so much for showing me an interest to you and all your caring support
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
My muse no longer visits me
I know not where she's gone
No words now swirling in my brain
I cannot take this for long

Please come and visit again
Your presence brings me peace
Without you I shall struggle
My brain unleashed a beast

I write or rather scribble
My words all skewed and trash
Until you return to me,
Writing,this is the last.
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