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IPM Jul 2017
Before I fall asleep
let's make it very clear,
the reason's not in you...
it's me you have to fear.

Before you read this letter
I'll hide it somewhere safe
away, it will be better
with lies I like to bathe...

Before you run away
and follow in their steps
I'll show you something dear
so come with me and let's...

Let's see what's hidden here
let's see, but you just can't
because it's pain and tears
with darkest of intents.

You now know everything
and don't you dare to frown,
because these feelings hurt
and all they do
is weigh me down...
IPM Jul 2017
Beast howling in the night,
depriving me of sleep.
Oh, come and lick my wounds,
the rest is yours to keep.

I've fought you all my life,
but here you are again.
Beast howling in the night,
my life is yours to drain.

Corruption swarms my brain,
yet scared I am no more,
a monster you may be,
the beast that I adore...
This one's an old poem I deleted once. Don't want to make that mistake again.
IPM Jul 2017
I'm sorry, can you play
for me?
My ears are ringing
now,
they're waiting for you
faithfully,
to soothe them with your
call.

The others never mattered
for you, I write
it all
and even when I'm
shattered
your warmth will be
my goal.

Because you taught me
everything,
you taught me how to
smile,
you freed my heart and
let it sing
to thank you for the
while...

So play again, play
for me
the remnant of your
soul
and I'll just listen
carefully,
the quiet piano.
IPM Jul 2017
It's been too long,
too long since I've felt
a thing
feelings seem to last
forever
so everlong, but fade
like a dream.

It's harsh out here,
summer seems to
never end,
yet snow is all that's in
my mind,
the fading fire -
my only friend.

A rainy sound,
softly - from outside
it came
it's summer, so I ask
myself
why does it always have
to rain?

It's been too long,
the time I've spent in this
lair,
so harsh out here, don't
you know?
So harsh, but you never
cared...
IPM Jul 2017
Just plain and simple
a boring existence
persisting from day to day,
doing nothing nimble
without no resistence
like dust, I'll be swept away.
IPM Jul 2017
Indoors again in this summer day
the warmest of winds violently blows
and peaceful memories, remind me of May
painting the image
of ashes and snow.

Ashes and snow,
the Spring was my Fall,
bullet shaped snowflakes
shoot through my view,
and splatter my heart
staining the wall
leaving a messege -
"I'll always love you..."
IPM Jul 2017
What would you do
if you had an eternity
to do whatever you wish?
Would you, read every book
for knowledge and truth
to capture the essence of life?
Or maybe you'd paint
swirling your brush silently
on the grandest of frames
beyond the walls of time.
Sadly, it all ends.
Every word written,
every stroke made
every stone carved
wash away like the sand in the ocean,
within the ashes of the infinite cosmos.
It costs us many tiresome hours and allnighters
for the smallest cause - fulfilling our dreams, small and grand.
Funny, how everything ends.
No one lays in a bed of roses
in their final moments, in fact
time keeps moving forward
and actions don't make the reality bend.
Reproduction seems pointless for everything we bestow
upon the future generations is gone with the wind tomorrow.
Is it all pointless?
No matter the struggle of our soul to get noticed by somebody just for a second
in this abyss we call life, we ask ourselves - is it worth it?
Is it worth all the suffering,
just because we feel and feel just because we exist
repeating a cycle that's already sealed?
To answer the question before
what I would do if I had all the time in the universe
is try hard, until my bones were sore.
Naive - perhaps, considering all the previous words,
but maybe that's all we have.
Maybe trying and even failing
is the right thing to do
just to make something beautiful, because everything else hurts.
Maybe life isn't so cruel
and it's all a facade
created by sadness
and loneliness being it's fuel.
Either way, it's all I have
and I won't stop trying
for all the hours I've spent working
all the days I've wasted
in a sad week of crying
will all be for nought if I just quit.
Someday, I might also create something worth remembering,
but before that day, I'll try until I fit.
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