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Herman Nucleosis Oct 2015
And when all has been said and all has been done
That's when you realize just how wrong you've become
Time and time again, you let your walls fall apart
And time and time again again, build them around your heart
Because despite promising to keep yourself hid
You silently hope someday someone will rid
You of your sorrows and take time to unfold
The stories within you now getting cold
But for all the cement you've wasted on rebuilding
You should by now have more than just an inkling
That no walls are too high for someone intent
To touch your soul and ease your torment
No Woody, no Pooh will come warm your soul
And the camel is tired from running after your goal
So keep to the silence and for the thousandth time say
Alone means less joy, but also less gray
Herman Nucleosis Oct 2015
She snapped at the bus driver
Put on a grumpy face
Must've pulled an all-nighter
Explains the lack of grace
That night again you meet her
And remember who she is
That dying child's mourning mother
Come to give him one last kiss
One **** remark might offend
Outsiders who know nothing
But she was facing her beloved's end
Forgive me for immediately judging
Herman Nucleosis Aug 2015
As I watched the tears stop flowing
Down the face I loved so well
I realized in that instant
It was the biggest mistake of my life
Letting my right fly across her cheek
Blind anger wasn't justification
Nor her reasons for falling out of love
But the thought of his lips
Touching the mouth that whispered
Words that could shake my world
Was a serpent that coiled round my heart
She turned her back for the door
My core, my love, my life
Leaving the way she had come
I reached and struggled
And fell asleep entangled
On the floor, between the ******* of comfort
And everything was fine
Tomorrow, too, and the next
Until one sunset soon after
I found the room empty
Except for her memories
And her laughter, her scent
Her spirit, her ghost
I ran, I ran, I ran
Like a magnet pulled toward the north
I searched for her
My core, my love, my life
I ran until my years had come and gone
I searched until my eyes were holes
But I never would've found her
Had she not revealed herself
And embracing her I knew
That her body was my place in the universe
The wound in her heart had healed
The wound in my right festered
Eaten by guilt every single day
My left atoned by fitting
A ring of our eternal covenant
Through her finger, one of ten
That would brush my hair 'til I felt safe
To the end of her days
Next hour will mark the seventh year
Of the world's continued existence
Without the beauty of her life
And with my two hands I wish
With all the heart of a tired and longing man
For a place in the sky
Where I could meet her again
My core, my love, my life
Herman Nucleosis Feb 2015
Sometimes
I wash the dishes
Sometimes
I sing while washing the dishes
Sometimes
I cry while washing the dishes

Sometimes
I dream of faucets
Sometimes
I dream of things that cannot happen
Sometimes
I cry because all I can ever do is dream

Sometimes
I feel like I own the world
Sometimes
I feel like I'm unimportant
Sometimes
I feel nothing at all

Sometimes
I think light bulbs are amazing
Sometimes
Stray dogs make me believe in tomorrows
Sometimes
Life in all its grandeur isn't enough

Sometimes
I hate the heat of the sun
Sometimes
The deep sea calls to me
Sometimes
I am deaf to everything

Sometimes
I am overwhelmed by the cosmos
Sometimes
I think everything is one-dimensional
Sometimes
There are stars in the city sky

Sometimes
I listen to people drone on and on
Sometimes
I find myself speechless
Sometimes
I am terrified of the words that storm from my heart

Sometimes
I hate the world
Sometimes
I hate the hate
Sometimes
I hate for no reason

Sometimes
I read news about measles
Sometimes
I eat and eat and feel guilty afterwards
Sometimes
My poems just don't make sense.
Herman Nucleosis Dec 2014
If my father was a mountain
I'd never mountainclimb
If my father was a door
I'd never come inside
If my father was a garden
He'd have a fence for me
If my father was a father
Now that's a different story

If my father was a bridge
Who you kidding? Bridge to what?
If my father was a wallet
Well he wouldn't have much
If my father was a desert
I wouldn't be the rain
If my father was medicine
I'd most likely be in pain

If my father was a house
I'd rather stay homeless
If my father was a shirt
I'd always wear a dress
If my father was a pepsi bottle
I'd choose the one in can
Life would have been better
Had my father been a softer man
Herman Nucleosis Oct 2014
Little bird, the Little bird
She'd always dreamed to fly
To lush greens and rolling hills
And the warmth of summer's sigh

Little bird, the Little bird
She'd always dreamed to go
To dance with silk and satin
And say goodbye to snow

Little bird, the Little bird
She'd always dreamed to see
Her garden flowers in full bloom
While sipping her afternoon tea

Little bird, oh Little bird
If only you had known.
Now your wings are clipped, clipped, clipped
And your pretty mouth is sewn

Little bird, oh Little bird
It's not the hills that are rolling
But what was between his shoulders
And the sept bells are a-tolling

Little bird, oh Little bird
Even your Nest they've taken away
The Lions and Flowers are dancing now
Round and round their tasty prey

Little bird, my Little bird
When will you ever see
I will wait for you to howl again
And remember the Wolf you're meant to be
An ode to Sansa Stark

Winter is Coming,
And the wolves will come again.
Herman Nucleosis Aug 2014
Coffee tables and dinosaurs
Let her dream, let her sleep
What is a child that cannot weep

Russian dolls, broken glass
Let her think, let her lie
What is a child that cannot cry

Dusty windows and toy cars
Let her ask, let her fear
What is a child that sheds no tears

Her inner wars are buried deep
That is a child that cannot weep

Alone, she learns to wipe her eyes
That is a child that cannot cry

Heart is empty, face is clear
That is a child that has no tears
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