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Emmennarr Jul 2017
Is a loss of words
A lack of speech or is it
The absence of thought?
Emmennarr Jun 2017
There's a word I've stored within me
That's never to be spoken for any reason
And to speak it is forbidden
And the punishment is grave

Goodbye
Emmennarr Jun 2017
Life will drown in the downfall
Because the faucet never stops
Emmennarr Jun 2017
By the time the next hour strikes
I'll be in the shower
Thinking of lyrics I can't remember to write
Emmennarr Jun 2017
These words I write will wait to die
And fade out within next day's time
Emmennarr Jun 2017
Wet
I'm not sure why the tides and I don't compromise
Always drowning me in lies and making me despise my presence
My disguise is endless and the time's relentless
But my eyes are etched like shorelines
Sketched like messed up coal mines
The beauty doesn't shine deep enough
But neither does the reef's rough
Forcing me to be tough against the lapping waves of sea stuff
Emmennarr Jun 2017
I’ve learned to be reserved
Rather shy and somewhat quiet
Hide behind my eyelids
Confined inside my blind grid,
Died a couple times
Just keeping to my mind.

Then I’d yearned to improvise
Tried to re-divide the tide
To surf to other islands,
Mix the dough with extra spice
And then add a few more pints in,
Get high on sugar hives
Then try to find another type
Of replacement for addiction.

This life that I’ve been living
Isn’t fiction, it’s prescription
And I’ve been missing something different
Plan to switch up the script,
Spy in another way
And maybe somewhere and somehow
I’ll find true love someday.
Solitude often tends to turn into a melancholy melody for me.
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