Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
352 · Nov 2013
A Lover's Song
Disaster Child Nov 2013
Driving miles and miles and miles to see your face,
Hear your voice call my name,
Touch your lips, feel our hearts race

Past three months haven’t been the same
Something clicked, everything changed
What is the reason, who is to blame?

My mind was distorted, confused, deranged
She calmed me and showed me a light
Return from the darkest holes can be arranged…

My mind’s not at war, there is no fight
I want only to show her love
My single—my greatest delight

Sometimes it takes a push—a shove!
To awaken from our sleep,
Thank you my dear you woke me up
I’m forever yours to keep.
I actually do have writers block as suggested by the previous poem, I only had to write the last three lines of this one, wrote the rest of it a while ago.
336 · Feb 2014
The Fool's March
Disaster Child Feb 2014
A cry mingles with the wind
The cry is my own by the sea I weep
The water is tempting; drawing me
Should I join my love in the ocean deep?
My vision is blurry—my thinking is worse
That’s when, or so I thought, I began to see
A reflection; no a shadow, no it was her!
She was silent and steady, and right beside me
Her bare feet, her loving gaze
I look up and see such a dark smile
Almost sickening, but beckoning me closer
I am trapped; here I stay trapped by her vile
“You were dead” my mind screams
Now victim to such a haunting specter
How much better off if she truly were
My thoughts set my body a-stir
Slowly I rise to my feet, tears streaming my face
Pulled to her; my head screaming objection
My heart is tearing my chest at a frightening pace
“It cannot be” my thoughts argue
And slowly I begin to listen; stopping inches from her form
“She’s dead and gone; this is but such folly”
Now I listened as my sense continued to warn
I must know though, and so I inquire
The softest of whispers, “But you were meant to be gone”
“My sweet love, but I’m here now, follow me”
The temptation, the seduction, of this midnight dawn
And if I could resist until morn; for this is not the first time
She has shown herself, and beckoned me out to sea
But her gentle voice, her lovely hand
I am overwhelmed; this cannot, I must not be!
Overcome by such wicked thoughts in my head
Is it her, or is it really me?
If so I despise such a fiend for her distractions
But what if it’s only me…
Wading out, to my ankles, to my knees
The crashing waves surrounding me
The moonlit waters, the twinkling stars
I know this story; I won’t wander far
This isn’t the first time
But it won’t be the last
My feet march on
And soon I am gone
A response to a poem a friend did; heavy Alesana influence.
"All that glimmers is not gold"
319 · Apr 2014
Even Grass Gets Cut Down
Disaster Child Apr 2014
I desire to be strong
But I am merely a blade of grass
Bent and broken by the rain
319 · Feb 2014
Untitled
Disaster Child Feb 2014
The wind's a haunting whisper
On this foul cold day
Oh! the visions of her
****** by the way
A little aside pertaining to reminiscing A Chill Mourn
315 · Jan 2014
The Divide
Disaster Child Jan 2014
I'm really really sorry we had to go
I'm not filled with sadness though
"Parting is but sweet sorrow"
I will see you again, tomorrow
<3
298 · Dec 2013
Carry Your Cross
Disaster Child Dec 2013
I'm getting back up
You can't keep me down
284 · Nov 2013
Untitled
Disaster Child Nov 2013
Suppose you were to give someone everything
Possibly you had to give, mentally, physically and
Emotionally, and after you feel as though
Nothing of your own is left to you, it’s not a bad sense but
Tis frightening…and you need to know you lay in a safe environment…
269 · Dec 2014
Philosophy
Disaster Child Dec 2014
If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around
Does the fallen tree make a sound?
What if the three is a person,
As their life is cut to the ground?
What if that person, is me.
263 · Oct 2013
Lie, Cry, Die
Disaster Child Oct 2013
What do you think I can’t see?
Do I look like the fool who believes everything he’s told?
Don’t you dare mess with me
All that glimmers is not gold

Lie. Cry. Die!
Lie to me.
Cry for me.
Die by me.
Was not having a good day when I wrote this one.
261 · Dec 2013
Little Futures
Disaster Child Dec 2013
I said I wouldn’t share, but that’s not a reality
Not if we are everything we’re meant to be

— The End —