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~make me joyful on the worst days of mine~
~talk to me when I need it, when no one else can tell~
~swell my heart with love and fullness~
~make me wonder if there's more to life than this~
~fill my mind and consume all my thoughts~
~thank you~
I am sitting here in my room
Closing my eyes
I see all of you
Out there somewhere
Suffering and torturing
Not any faults of yours
Still getting what you don’t deserve
This is the way of life
Even if we say to fight it all
Sometimes it is beyond our control
We are limited by our thoughts
Breaking free is just not meant to be
I say to you with all my heart
I weep for you in the silence of the dark
Be strong and steady
Let your tears just out to be
Make it the elixir and heal
The time will come when all will be gone
A dawn will eventually come
Even if not in this life
May be in the life beyond
Don’t let go of the hope
Remember that I am here
Weeping for those who cannot weep…
For not only humans but for all the animals out there...
I will re-decorate
the space in my mind
for you;
the space that cries
save
and the chains that scream
h o a r d
I hoard memories.
Forged in rolling seas of dreams
the mystic well resides
dancing thoughts ride torrent streams
where imagination hides

frozen skies and neon clouds
carry words in crystal rain
faces wearing waves like shrouds
swallow wayward ships of pain

home to endless echoes
a twisted, feeble howl
eyes shift under sweating lids
satan's breath wreaks foul

playground to these hollow hearts
of Angels wandering lost
trade your soul for wicked wants
and Heaven be the cost

I walk outside my lucid skin
my waking thoughts return
I feel the sting of evil's tongue
the conscious breath does burn
Perfect time,
Perfect place.

Perfect rhyme,
Perfect pace.

Perfect chime,
Perfect phrase -

To describe perfect days.
Amy Bells and Cory Meddock.
but when i leave
will there be nothing?
will my solipsistic
(vaguely narcissistic)
beliefs be proved
with an ephemeral body
and even more fleeting soul?

will there just be blackness?
or will i be with someone
(or something)
greater than my sordid self?
i don't mean to be nihilistic
but how can i not be
when we're so short-lived?
how can anything matter
when we know no answers
and tell so many lies?

i am ready for blackness.
it sounds so quiet.
life is all too loud
for my agnostic mind.
I want to care for you,
But now the line is starting to blur,
Lust is overpowering me,
I can't hold back,
I don't think I can help myself,
I care and love you more than anyone will,
And all I want is the taste of your lips again.
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