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The mind is comfortably numb
Unaware of the repercussions
Holding guard at the gates of Eris
Invoking the discord with intensity
Gazing endlessly at dull perceptions
Anarchy is just a breath away
Holding our breath just to stave away
But the cries of horror are unheard
The mind is comfortably numb
According to Greek Mythology 'Eris' is the Goddess of strife and discord and chaos.
I sit within these walls,
Darkness swallowing us whole
The night invading the room
Making this world feel microscopic

Moonlight trickles in through the curtains
The ceiling fan spinning on high
And memories are flooding my brain
Fleeting moments I can't deny existed

A pain breaking it's way back into my mind
A sadness that brings me down sinking me under
The unfortunate second that I become aware
Of every broken piece of you and me

Left inside of this outer shell of a human body
Yet the only thing I know is....
This is a night for poetry
By tomorrow we'll be turned to sand
Just the outline of our out stretched hand

By tomorrow we'll be devoured by obsolete
Out of date and forgotten with no competition to compete

By tomorrow we'll be swimming in our hopes and dreams
Unaware, without a care, and spiraling down without a means

Don't bring tomorrow
Some moments in life,
Fill the emptiness inside me.
Look out, in the distance,
I see a treehouse, full of resistance.
Just open your eyes, you will see
My childhood in rife.

So many memories,
Gone.
No other remedies,
Gone?

From late nights, to fist fights.
That was me.
Now, here I stand, looking out.
The sun reflects itself across a blizzard of pollen.
I remember these moments, in hope
That I'm never forgotten.

I will never forget my roots.
I will never forget where I came from.
Like that treehouse, I am supported
By the people I love and adore.
A diamond on a wedding ring,
Or a throne and a king.

**I Love My Life
Do what makes you happy.
Lost, locked in a whirlwind,
Trying to pull myself out,
I'll grab anything but your hand,
The road less traveled by,
Was the familiar route.

Lost in the quicksand of your eyes,
A beautiful pool of mud,
Rung my heart out to dry.
Forced whispers inside my head,
"Try! Try!" They all said.

How do you cherish, shield, and protect
property that isn't nestled on your deck?
How do you love, care, and cradle
Something thats not on the table?

If you think I wrote this about you,
Then it's most definitely true,
That adoration, affection affected
By endless alteration in the depths of my heart
Leave me with no other choice
Then to ask, "Where do I start?"
I love the flow in this piece.
Waking up with my
Head on her naked chest

Made me feel
Fourteen
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