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devante moore May 2015
The trail to happiness isn't as close as it seems
To be exact it's 9175 miles away from me
Across the sea
Where the Kangaroos and koala bear sleep
Why does this pursing happiness
Have to be so hard
Why is it so far
I wish for it to be closer on shooting stars
But hope soon fades
With the star as it drag races across the sky
Dipping beneath the horizon
Forever lost in space
But I see shooting stars when I get a glimpse of your face
My heart races
When I hear your voice
For a moment happiness is near
But soon disappears
To be replaced my something we both fear
Doubtfulness
That happiness will ever be real
devante moore May 2015
Setting the atmosphere ablaze
Lighting the sky from space
Your end trails of sparkling outgas
Illuminates the sky
As the moon is in its absent phase
The blue in your eyes dances
This would be a perfect time for a first kiss
How powerful the moment would be
Lovers comet gracefully pass above
The feeling of blissfulness flow in its dusty tail
A memory that will forever be held
By its on lookers
Paralyzed
How many couples have named it
How many took pictures and frame this
A unique anomaly  
Only seen twice in ones life
But as it leaves our eye sight
We stare at it as it goes
The both of us
But not together, alone
devante moore May 2015
He lost his arm
By a cooked bomb
His world lit up like firecrackers
He was engulfed in fire and metal shards
Then his body went numb
So he was stitched up
And sent back home
There was a new brand of limbs
So he volunteered to be experimented on
For a prosthetic arm
As he went through new trials during the day
He suffered at night
He had night terrors about where he was evacuated from
Seeing himself holding a ticking time bomb
While bullets whisked past above  
The bomb sunk into his hand like a solider in the slums
And as the time ticked one
His arm turned to glass and exploded
The shards from his arm imbedded themselves in his skin
This was his dreamed
He beg to be fixed
But even though they could give him a new arm
They couldn't fixed what he saw when he closed his eyes
devante moore May 2015
Who better for you then me
Who's going to love you unconditionally
When the path gets to rugged for you to walk on
Who's going to carry you like me
Tell me who could love you like I do
Who can fight with you then be ready to die for you like me
I can build you up
After I tear you down
Dress your face up In a smile
When it's been wearing a frown
Who's going to kiss the sun goodnight
Only to be there when it awakes from its sleep
Just to talk to you
Who will get angry like me when we don't speak
Who's going to get upset that your not here when I'm sleep
Almost 2 years in the making
Who's going to put a ring on your vacant finger
I need to know who better for you then me
devante moore May 2015
Using words so viscous there almost seen
Like a fist aimed at breakable things
Blows cushioned by anger  
Trying to knock out your false words
I'm far from perfect
You accidentally hurt me
But the spitefulness in me makes me hurt you
You mean well
But I cut deep
You say you love me
But my anger makes those words numb
I lash out like whips with metal tips
Hoping to catch a grip of your skin
The sound of it ripping is refreshing
Now you know what I feel
I'm far from perfect
Un patient then most
I think about ways to hurt you the most
I always threaten you to leave
Then laugh like its a joke
Who's knows why you stay
If my imperfections was a salary
You'd get paid less then minimal wage
I'm a curtain that's already closed on a stage
I applaud you for staying in this scene so long
But all things must end
devante moore May 2015
She took my hand and escorted me to this cliff
Drawn by the words I loved you and I wish you were here
She was the late night whispers in my ear
But just before he words held value she disappeared
She wanted me to die for her
Loving her was like cutting my veins
The bleeding constant like a stream
She clutched an empty pill bottle
Drowning me in water hoping I OD
Often she was there when I was sleep
With a pillow glued to her hands
I want you bad It's suffocating
Like a plastic bag
She introduced me to misery and we became close friends
But love always stuck by my side
Poking me in the back with a stick
Hoping I'd fall off the cliff
And even though she tries to **** me
Her failed suicidal attempts keep me
devante moore May 2015
Say something
Like you use to
Stop me from leaving, I'm about too
You use to have me speechless
Had my breath in your hand
But you let it slip through your fingers like sand
Can't tell you your losing me
So I wrote this for you
Hoping to give you a clue
As to why I'm so cold
Maybe loving me was to much If a taboo
Say something
The silence jabs at me
Have something to say
Spray your words on me like graffiti
Drench me in your words like rain
Let me know your still down
The doors wide open and your watching me leaving
Stop me from being swept away in the breeze
Even now
You don't have something to say
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