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devante moore Nov 2015
Can be amazing
Then drive you crazy
It can be the rope that snapped
That once held you to the Clift
Love can be the one blocking the blows
But the one throwing the fist
It's the life guard that saves you
After it tried to drown you  
When you were lost
It was the one searching for you
And it found you
Forever your in its grip
When it's not around
You'll do anything to feel it again
A cure after its poisoned you
This thing call love
Is the bandage after it hurt you
devante moore Nov 2015
He's lost in the wilderness
This world taught him not to depend on others
He couldn't trust anyone
So he turned his back on everyone
He couldn't even trust the trees
Thought the leaves would abandon him
Cursed the breeze
Because it whispered through the hollow bark
His trust issues run deep like the underground spring he drank from
An even though it was fresh
He boiled it to get rid of any contaminated mess
Chose the life of solitude
Conclude that trust was just a ruse
To paranoid
Lead him to even mistrust himself
devante moore Oct 2015
I can't remember you being around for my birthdays
Then again you were absent on my birth day Since the beginning you were a no show
If you wanted to be a dad that's never seen
You did it so well
If you wanted to be around
I couldn't tell
There's no wish in a well
That's could wish this well
You can't fix a broken relationship that was never there
There's no love for you that can be found
Shot dead
Then hung underground just to be sure
What I feel for you
There is no cure
Your empty promises held a lot of weight
But only a child holds on to hate
Hope you don't think your a good father
Even if you tried its to late
You were a dad but in the worst way
devante moore Oct 2015
Lips black from her excessive intake
Fingers stained yellow
From her everyday routine
She inhales chemical warfare
Exhales a toxic stream
Addicted to the nicotine
Even if her choice isn't on the shelf
Anything will do to satisfy the fein
Smoking like today's her last
In two's and three's
Her lack of knowledge makes her thinks she immune
Doesn't believe it's a disease
It already ate the color in her face
Shriveled her lungs with ease
She doesn't notice it's hard for her to breath
Creeped in the crevices of her teeth
Darkened them
Now there bleak and weak
Says she's quitting
So she buys a stock to last her weeks  
Giving up is a struggle
She's just a hopeless smoker
devante moore Oct 2015
He liked to pretend he was a doctor
And she was his sick patient
Touched and inspected her
Forced her to be still and quiet
She didn't move
Fear kept her paralyzed
Once she said no
But he choked her and almost didn't let go
Trapped in a world where her dad touched her
But he said it was because he love her
If this was love she didn't want it
But to weak to confront it
To scared to defend it
Instead stuck in a world of unwanted love
devante moore Oct 2015
Roll your window up
When you see me near
If I approached
You wouldn't even meet my stare
But glance at the words on my sign
Thoughts about me already declared
I'm someone you don't want here
The **** of this earth
While you inside all warm
I'm fighting to stay dry
You don't know me
But hate the way I'm living
You think of me just a homeless man
Living my life off begging
You don't know what I've been through
How would you feel if you saw me as your reflection
Sleeping under freeways
While you throw unwanted food away
My clothes ripped and torn
While the things in your closet probably never been worn
A homeless man
But I'm just disgusting to you
I'm sorry but put yourself in my shoes I'm more then just a begging man
This is not the way I chose to live
This is just an interpretation... I think it's sad how we judge the homeless.. Have you ever talked to one I have and you'll be surprised how much happier they are then most of us.. How easy it is to turn away from someone in need.. But how easy it is to ask others.. We all live on the same earth why wouldn't you want to help someone who was born just like you. We don't know there story but we can make up one so quick who cares what they do with the money.. If it was you how would u feel
devante moore Oct 2015
I hate that I love you
But love that I hate you
I remember how we used to be
Back then I loved you so freely
It came naturally like breathing
Sometimes painful like a babies teething
In Distress without you like a quitting smoker
But lately hate has been formed
Planted like a seed
Grew quickly like weeds
And if you digest it
Poisonous like stinging bees
Who knows how far my love for you go
But now the hate just simmers like heated coals
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