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 Jul 2016 the Sandman
rose14195
I dont matter
I'm full of sonder
sometimes I wonder
what does it truly mean
its all so empty
nothing matters
souls scattered
hearts tattered
sanity ripped at the seams
nothing matters
and nothing is sadder
than realizing it
I hope she hasn't been creeping on my page at all.
She's just not a guest here that's all.
I have to stop letting my feelings dictate me.
I've been standing in my past so often lately.
I need to breathe.
But I haven't found the right oxygen.
I know that's my problem then.
But don't you ever act like you don't have your own.
Just us pathetic excuses.
I don't know if I have it anymore. But I just needed the self expression.
 Jul 2016 the Sandman
rose14195
Why
 Jul 2016 the Sandman
rose14195
Why
The real reason I don't go to the doctors about my mental health, is because I'm scared they will tell me nothing is wrong.
Breathing like pages of an open book
Exploding like fireworks painting the night of the 4th of July
Living every moment as death might kiss me in the next
Rearranging the colors of the rainbow
To reveal the secret shades
And hues of aphrodisia
Painting the moon in unknown
Tints and washes
To unfold the lost tales of
The melancholy of the night
Burning the heart of the sun to squeeze out
The purest white torrid dancing flame
Forging blood and heart
To endless pulsing fire
Forever swimming in
The intoxicating blaze
Of the rapture
Swirling in the stars and sea
Of you infinite ocean
Eyes of Vincent blue
And every part of
Perfect love
And you
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