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  Aug 2014 JP
Skia Kyria
Poet:  Skia Kyria        
Editor:  Jp

Haunting my dreams,
Chasing my wake,
An answer it seeks.
No matter what it will take.

Leaving my serenity behind
Until it can decide,
Lingers around me all the time
Whispering four little words :
Harshly revealing, crudely unkind.

I am thankful, you see me for my light.
Always beautiful, your insight.
So Careful, not to darken my mind.
Ever faithful, you have nothing to hide.

But what am I?
It questions me again
Screaming like my enemy
Laughing like my best friend.

I am a terrible mass of darkness inside,
With a bit of a conscience and a lie for a life.
A mess ever trying to deny my shadow self,
Nursing it unwillingly, the deeper I delve.

But you.
You see and adore only my shell.
Happy with what you think you can tell.
Unaware that I swallow this sickening hell.
Born from the  darkness in which I dwell.

I cannot find the way that leads to the light
Forever lost in the Coldness of night.
I can still tell black from white,
I can still tell wrong from right.

I have fallen too far to be where you are.
and hate myself for it constantly.
Battling to swim, drowning,and guilty,
Shaking as it hungrily consumes me.

Without any conscience
and no lack of confidence
Creating the coincidence
Of which I must bear the Consequence.
JP Jul 2014
You make me feel good about myself
You're always there,
even tough your're not
You make m think
You encourage me to feel.

I miss the old days,
the days when we were still young
the days when you felt what I felt,
when I could feel what you feel.

I can still feel what you feel,
but you can't feel me anymore.
I was so silent for long.
But you're helping me come out of my shell.

Your thoughts will always be,
ever lasting wisdom to me
A dark light,
In this lighted dark.

I have found a cloud.
walking around the ground.
what a beautiful blue.
Almost make me feel like a cloud too.
The sunshine is destroying the cloud.
It comes in, feeling everything through
Leaving what it believes to be true.
After all this that cloud was you.

A part of you connects with me,
I could imagine us to be one.
A part of me will always love you
A part of me will always want you.

Only you,
only you can touch my soul,
Only you.
I miss you,
Sue.
JP Jul 2014
What strives you.
One thing that takes you.
To live for
To die for

Soft words make you smile.
Silence kills you.
Filled with doubt
Filled with hope

The one that cures you.
The one that harms you.
It feels so good
It fees so bad.

Stop creating this obsession,
Start living this obsession.

— The End —