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Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Everything I say gets drowned out by cheap perfume and cigarettes.
I heard there once was a time when the only things labeled, were jars.
Now everything is defined by another.
An endless circle of cans' and can'ts'
It's so tiring.
Everything I aim for is shooting me down like a bird.
I heard we all have pre-made holes, never able to be made full.
Now everything is in our minds.
On our minds.
An endless rant of holy waters or red wines.
It's so tiring.
Everything I see, I've seen so much.
Seeing day by day.
I heard the same sounds, and they don't matter anymore.
Now everything is so repetitive
An endless dispute between caring and slumber.
It's so tiring
Everything has become a bore
Almost full off boredom.
I heard such things that have driven the emotions out of me.
Now I'm pulling out the string in the seams.
An endless unraveling of sanity.
It's so...tiring.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Everyone lets me down and no one dares to catch me.
I fall to the ground with answers, but no one cares to ask me.
If I told them what I knew, they'd quickly lose their interest.
If I were too, baby blue, they'd further our distance.
And so I fear, for what I cannot change.
And so I stare at the dirt as if it were strange.
I do not cry, nor tear.
For I can not miss what was never here.
I do not sit alone.
For my shadow is a best friend of my own.
I might add to this eventually, but does it sound good so far?
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Can the sun be any brighter?
I may be engulf into the sky's bright ray.
My heart is so full I cannot have any more,
and so I shall love no more than what I do.
This is the ocean I hid inside.
This is the rabbit hole,
that sparks my every curiosities.
Can I fly any further?
I may implode without warning
My goosebumps may come right out of me,
and my heart, climb out my mouth.
This is the river to the hidden third path diverged
This is the forest I always get lost in,
that secretly points me to the answers.
Can I love?
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Under the water.
At the bottom of the shore, it lies.
It faces the ocean roof, and peeks out to the sun, that peeks out to it.
It breathes and stares on into the glass top.
Everything is slow.
Everything is cold.
This is where it always was.
This is where it always is.
The water overflowed the hole hidden in the stomach.
There is peace for once.
It could cry of joy, but no one would know.
That is why it ran.
That is why it left.
To take a breathe into the unknown.
To be where others disapproved.
It's the disapproval that drives the car.
And the car falls.
And the car drags a figure to the ocean bed.
And the figure lies on the bed.
And instead of sleeping it stares at the ceiling, as it always has.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Laying under this old forgotten sky.
So forgotten its blank.
No one looks up there anymore.
As if they didn't care for the beauty.
They say stop and smell the roses.
Taste with closed eyes, they say.
Feel the chill run upon your spine.
They say it all, and forget so much.
But how can you forget the sky.
It once wore a baby's blue.
And the cotton ***** were  afloat.
Now this white cap has become a normal thing.
And do they care?
Do they?
Not in the slightest.
Child, you ask me how I know?
Why don't you ask the big white dome
Where I live the sky really is just blank. I tell my friends how strange it is, since where I was born the sky was always changing colors. From blue to orange and red. They tell me it's a normal thing, but it sees kind of sad. Imagine swinging and when you look up the sky is a grayish dull color. Maybe it's all one big cloud, or maybe it's all one big dome.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
Dear Anon,
Today I die.
Dear Anon,
do you wonder why?
Dear Anon,
oh how you make me blue.
Dear Anon,
never caring to ask, "where are you."
I can't possibly matter to my dear dear dear.
Well Anon,
  I am here.
Well Anon,
have no fear.
Well Anon,
  are you well?
Well Anon,
  I guess I fell.
Down that old well well well.
Love Anon,
be there to open curtains.
Love Anon,
make me laugh.
Love Anon,
  don't abandon me.
Love Anon,
I was in a crash
You have to worry about people! If you don't, no matter who they are, they could be hurt somewhere. Worry, care, and love just a litte
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
A wicked woman told my love, "**** him and you will be free."
My love paused, and the wicked woman's old twig of a finger pointed off to me.
Love walked to me with tearful eyes, as if she had no choice.
I smiled wryly and told her in the softness of my voice, "Let it be done, and be free.
No sword is long enough to show my love for thee. No dagger, short enough to match my heart's beat.
So please my love, take your choice of my death. Choose what would be fit."
She didn't hesitate, just cry. She, slowly lifting a mirror from the dust.
I don't know why I felt I must, but I wiped the tears away just to savor her touch.
I looked into her sad blue eyes, just for one more glance. Then I shut my own.
I could feel her lift the mirror, this was her chance, let it be known.
A crashing blankness came down on me, soon after the last things I heard.
"I'm moving up, and you're moving down." These were her last words.
I didn't understand them then, but now I think I know.
She will one day be in the warm light, while I'm still stuck in the cold indigo.
I'd always run up the down escalator, like a crazy kid.
She always said, one day I'd trip.
And now I finally did.
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