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Greg Obrecht Dec 2013
I'm a joke, I'm a fraud. I pretend I can write. My mind's cloaked in darkness but you think I'm so bright.

I'm insane. I'm a fool. There's voices in my head. If I had any talent I'd turn these words into bread.

I'm depressed. I'm ecstatic. As you can see I'm confused. Like a caged up animal I belong in a zoo.

I'm a lover. I'm a father. I've tried to turn it around. Thank God my family or I'd be buried underground.
Greg Obrecht Dec 2013
Have you ever had one of those days where every noise is a scream?  Your mind is a white cathedral with high ceilings that gleam.  

Your train of thoughts derail from ancient broken tracks.  You try to speak intelligent words but they don't come out as facts.  

Your hands shake like a leaf deserted on a lonely tree.  You're afraid to step outside lest you be upset by the breeze.  

The only safe sanctuary is your warm and comfy bed.  So you climb back under the sheets and hide your troublesome head.
Greg Obrecht Dec 2013
Time to fade from view
My words cut to shreds
You stand there over me

Unblinking eyes
Judging mouth
Uncomprehending mind

Back into a shell of pain
No comfort in the dark
Echoes haunt my world

Unrealized potential
Wasted life
Hopeless addict

Back up against the void
Plunging through the depths
Carefree and infinitely alive

Thoughtless nirvana
Unclipped wings
Golden radiance
Greg Obrecht Dec 2013
I remember life when I was a young child.
We ran through the fields eyes so full of wild.
From dawn to dusk we skinned our bony knees.
We sang with the birds and danced with the bees.
We rode our bikes and raced on the hot street
We chased the ice cream truck to get a treat.
We skipped rocks at the river and swam in the lake.
Then we'd find a shady spot for an afternoon break.
We'd find some trouble by egging passing cars.
But back then trivial things didn't land you behind bars.
There were no parents that hovered above.
They didn't need to be there to show their love.
Every child knew when they saw the setting sun.
When mom yelled out the door they'd better run.
Greg Obrecht Dec 2013
Outside my window is a morbid view.
Outside my window is a morbid view.
I've got a case of the Wintertime blues.  

Green leaves of summer are dead and brown.
Green leaves of summer are dead and brown.
Bitter winds of winter blow them all around.  

Grey skies above me threaten icy rain.
Grey skies above me threaten icy rain.  
If I had the money I'd take a southern train.

I drink a cup of coffee to warm my bones.  
I drink a cup of coffee to warm my bones.  
I'm waiting for Spring's call on my telephone.  

The snow starts swirling in the bitter air.
The snow starts swirling in the bitter air.
I'm gonna stay right here in my angry chair.
Greg Obrecht Dec 2013
I'm standing at the corner of misery and pain. Staring down the empty street through the pouring rain.  The lightning flashes quickly and the shadows dance.  Won't you turn around and give me one more chance.

The tears fall slowly as I call out your name.  I fall down to my knees in a lovers shame.  Come back now and I'll take all the blame.  Without your love I'll never be the same.

Many hour later I'm still waiting by the phone.  The night seems darker when you're all alone.  Your last words still ring inside of my soul.  You told me I dug too deep of a hole.  

The tears fall slowly as I call out your name.  I fall down to my knees in a lovers shame.  Come back now and I'll take all the blame.  Without your love I'll never be the same.

The chill in my bed seeps into my skin.  Without you here I don't know where to begin.  Maybe in the morning when my feet hit the floor.  I'll see your smiling face when I open the door.  

The tears fall slowly as I call out your name.  I fall down to my knees in a lovers shame.  Come back now and I'll take all the blame.  Without your love I'll never be the same.
Greg Obrecht Dec 2013
Dandelion thoughts lie dormant in my head.  Underneath the icy years nearly dead.  Won't the sun come out and melt their pain.  They crave the saving waters of springtime rain.  

The lemon headed children want to dance and be free.  Escape the Wintery misery and dance in the breeze.  Fall and laugh upon a carpet of emerald green.  Even in perpetual darkness you have this dream.  

Frozen in time they wait for blissful release.  This hibernating coma provides little peace. Stuck inside their own mind for all of these years.  Buried with blooming flowers fuels their chilly fears.

The lemon headed children want to dance and be free.  Escape the Wintery misery and dance in the breeze.  Fall and laugh upon a carpet of emerald green.  Even in perpetual darkness you have this dream.

There's a noise above them as the world starts to crack. A tiny bit of light seeps through the inky  black.  The fresh aroma of life swirls through the throng.  The heads begin to bobble to their creators song.

The lemon headed children want to dance and be free.  Escape the Wintery misery and dance in the breeze.  Fall and laugh upon a carpet of emerald green.  Even in perpetual darkness you have this dream.
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