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Here I tread on a woodland promontory—
With wings and wind conjuring the rains,
All is vastness and shroud, open, empty,
Even the light is carried away in silence,
My flesh all but smearings on the tableau,
Foothold of dream within disrupted dream,
Our hands once reached out into forever,
Now my soul is seeping from veined cairns,
Cut chains, mist, rains hollowing the wind.
Tears by the ocean—
Eyes burn, with the turning skies,
Waves crash on the sands.
She pulled her hair back,
Stars glinting in light of day,
  .  .  .  Freckles in the sun.
Winters without her—
Snow on boughs of old fir tree,
  .  .  .  Weight of empty arms.
In the eyes' corner,
Dull and deep, drenched
In dream with hair running
Within the longest song of breeze,
Where bones decay and flesh
Evaporates, there and when,
Cleansed in flash, eternal
Flame, is where we met.
I try to write a poem
To let go all of my emotions
But, I felt so empty
So lifeless
No inspiration in my head

I put the pen on the paper
A blank paper
That should be filled
By beautiful words that can't be forgotten

I just can't imagine
One single words
That fit in my feelings
That will bring that poem to perfection

My brains felt so empty
My ears can't hear anything from this frustation
All the voices suddenly gone
Numb.....
Filled my soul

I just can't let it go
I wish I can change the past
But I'm afraid to the future

Yes, a broken heart mess me up
I can't let the pandemonium in my head calmed down
Burried by the anger, the frustation
Locked deep inside my heart
All my inspiration

Thought it was dellusion
All the nightmares haunted my life
All my beautiful thought turns to dust

I wish.....
We could get back together
I promise
I will find you, I will safe you
From the eternal loss
I know ii wasn't good at all, it's true. I felt so lifeless and miserable, I guess I can't write a good poem in this moment
And now these three remain:
◦ Faith
◦ Hope
◦ And Love.
But the greatest of this is
Love ♥
The music plays
And I listen to the words
To the lyrics
Lyrics
I find their meaning
Deep within
And it plays once again
And I know what it means
I'm not okay
I cry it out
Screaming loud
So maybe someone will hear me
I'm one of the broken
Not one of the beauty
Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
that I was
alone.
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