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David Watt Oct 2010
Design of such perfection,
you offer no direction!
like a shell with no emotion,
with nothing of loves intention!

This flaw is like a missing limb,
leaving me floating in the loveless din.
clueless as to the approaching sin.
Victim to yet another comedians spin.
David Watt Oct 2010
Hold this battered breaking heart,
one thats was first off this mark.
broken too soon and left cold and dark.
waiting again for an igniting spark.

hold me unsteady,
hold me so ready.
for the race is about to start.
running to catch the lovers dart.
David Watt Sep 2010
These hands cannot bear the weight of guilt,
that lays here drawn across this quilt.
let loose the blood that clings to hands,
and throw off this fate a strand by strand.

ive been to war ive lost my way,
gone and blind from the light of day.
faces haunt these pastel walls,
and ghost they haunt these sanctuary halls.

A lover that is bleached by blood,
the staining returns in holy flood.
the name of god cannot relieve,
the curse thats here upon these sleeves.

An enemy i see behind her gaze,
i **** her behind this bloodstained haze.
Rock me now in my great despair,
closed and weeping beneath these stairs.

Her eyes are watching dead and empty,
blaming me for this mental depravity.
I hang up these arms,
to prevent all from harm!

with one kick the chair flys free,
releasing me from this crazed insanity.
the last breath breaks,
and with me my lover wakes,
in heavens hold,
free of that blood that ran so cold.
sorry for the rather depressing subject, i wrote this when i found one of my old english books where we studied world war 1 poetry, and the shell shock victims and post traumatic stress sufferers. I just think its such a powerful subject and really heart wrenching to think these people didnt have the help they needed after serving their countries.
David Watt Sep 2010
The perfection is only so deep,
its cold and lifesless to the touch.
How long have i been looking into your eyes?
hoping this time to see some hope arise.

These lines are deepening,
these fingers claw at the paled yellow.
How long is it since you have slept?
and for how many days now have your eyes wept.

They called me the life and soul,
i danced and spoke in all the circles.
This face has no more smiles,
just misery in many and different styles.

But what is it here that i see now,
as the light creeps in around the towel.
The waking elation
back from a prolonged vacation.

it fills my heart and every muscle,
pulling at the tender flesh.
growing on my tightened face
and transmitting out into this space.

the smile is back and its here to stay,
get out my mind and out of my way!
sadness is not my lord today,
to the sun and out of the shade,
witness this joy that i have made!
David Watt Sep 2010
Breath that caught when in your attention,
has been released by this most painful correction.
Heartbeats that fluttered in adoration,
now wrack and twist in aggrevation.

You are a fake a liar a heavenly curse.
Who spins a spell in every verse.
A twisted reflection,
of an apparent Perfection.

Your absence sends me into ecstacy.
no more feeling of inadequacy,
no more living in duality,
afraid to brave reality.

i miss you no more,
from my diary this page is tore.
peverse reflection,
spin you spells in another direction.
David Watt Sep 2010
Her honesty is a thing thats rare,
a thing that causes most to stare.
Strangers hear of her akward jokes,
that may be acceptable around only blokes.

The smile that can lighten the dimmest of days,
only surpassed by the music she plays.
She gives and gives till she cries from stress,
which sends me into rediculous distress.

I cannot stand to see you sad!
for without you with me i look mad!
So heres to my friend,
who follows only her own trend!
Kay your great!
and a fantastic mate!
David Watt Sep 2010
I've given breath and love sublime,
but never really made life mine.
i've walked this path and watched this sky,
but lifes been hell since the day you died.

A month of breathing loving and living,
until my heart stops its blissful beating.
To suddenly choke and watch it all but stop,
in a few more days just round the block.

The place i stand alone as a man,
to die and stay here just as planned.
By your side in life and death
with my wife my friend my love my Steph.
Your memories the more beautiful in my enroaching end.
Which happened here just round the bend.
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