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Era Sep 2014
° /sshharp/
° You, sharppened your knives
° Bullets ready, what's the point?
° Arrows pointing back like boomerangs
° **** words darting hollow places
° Me, framed in zebra circles
° You, lost between these pointless races
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Era Sep 2015
My to-do list is getting too long
He says he wants to show me the world
He looks like he's been places
But I feel there's so many places inside me I haven't felt on
How am I to wander around, out of fear of getting lost?
How am I to glimpse outside for seeing inside
My memory echoes still, fear of being full of empty

How far does life extend?
Where do I begin, where do I end?

Sometimes the hand of a friend, feels the realest that can be
Sometimes all's a blur, empty memory. 

How can I stay still, when everything turns around my equilibrium?
Reckless with my bills, reckless with my time
I have to stop smoking, seelping in and all-day sitting

They tell me I need to do. I tell them I need to be
Feel the motor inside
Draw on clouds and remenising
Put one song on repeat for days
lose track of time recklessly

Tomorrow's restless, Let me revolve around today
Era Aug 2014
All the words you couldn't say
Crawled in under my skin
Devilish, found a way to pinch in
Heavy with their absence, weighing

All there was left was me fighting mine,
scratching the walls i put them in, confined.

— The End —