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Discolored Fire Feb 2015
Lets raise a black flag for the dark times we've had
And let the white one burn because it is our turn and we'll never surrender again
And then we'll dance in tears of rain
And wash the fears away
For our troubled minds have found refuge in words
Our screams were never heard
So we turned into birds
For we just long to belong
So we migrated
To a home we created inside our heads
They will never care that we had to tear
Through flesh and bone
To take control of our minds that owned
us
This home doesn't exist
Its a figment of our imagination
But creation
Is the only thing keeping us **alive
  Feb 2015 Discolored Fire
Adam Kobosky
I am hollow and afraid
I wonder - do they see my pain?
I hear echoes of the rain
      the downpour inside my brain
I see the drops falling down
I want to stop them, but
I am hollow and afraid

I pretend I am fine, but
I feel very far from fine
I run my fingers through my hair
I fear judgement, everywhere
I cry inside, but only there, for
I am hollow and afraid

I know they say "life is a wonder"
I say life is a four-letter word
I dream of death, desolation, disaster
I just want it all to end, because
I am so hollow and so afraid
This is not my poem,
I know this girl named Jill and she is cute, she is awesome
and she understands, but she had to write a poem for school.
If there is one thing that I do not like about schools is they
force you to write, she clearly poured her soul out in this one.
I love it! It is scary good! What do you think?
Discolored Fire Jan 2015
I came looking for answers but all i hear are whispers
Of what has become of me
But I've seen this coming for years
Millions of tears have watered my barren wasteland of a mind
Where i cant find
Anything but broken glass
But i walk across
And try to find
My minds last words
Where my imagination was once *pure
Discolored Fire Jan 2015
I'm in a constant state of denial
I was given a trial
In front of a jury of my fears
Because my mind is my affliction
I took some food for thought
It's my addiction
But i guess its better than fighting with no conviction
I crave thinking
Because my eyes are deceiving
You see,
Behind my eyes there's violence
And that's why i was sentenced to death by **silence
Discolored Fire Jan 2015
Dear friend, please come with me
And we will turn your chaos to beauty
In a place so far from here
Even in pure darkness we know no fear
A land where scarred birds fly
And once before they fell
But just like you and i,
They fought for their wings in hell

— The End —