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What of the words that have rolled off your tongue, tired and heavy in sound
Can they still puncture a heart that is worn, waiting again to be found  
Telling the people what they want to hear does an injustice to speech
If they all say you are gone without hope, they've put a limit to reach
It's like a drill that is carving a hole, making it harder to hear
Voices of those who are fully aware, able to speak in the clear
Time between pauses will soon disappear, leaving your mind to the buzz
But if you can focus the quiet will come, settle the head that once was
you don't have to be so tired
his hands are full of stories
he may never get to tell
and wandering the streets today
he must've thought they fell
the memories are staggered
shorter, closer, weaker
s t i l l
together their depiction
was a life he had until
he sat upon the stones
and let the cold into his head
erased the only thoughts
that reassured he wasn't dead
but now the days are passing
with a quickening delay
and everything he hadn't said
is chasing him away
so if you see him running
tell him time is running too
that if he can't outrun it
there is nothing he can do
to think you could outrun time
It wouldn't be
my place
to tell you what
you want to hear To
play with your delusions,
make the devil's horns appear
I'd rather be a figment of the thoughts you never seek
The ones
that won't betray you when
you've fallen into sleep
At ease with all the pressure
there's enough of it to
****
To keep you in your
head until its growth is stunted, still
you never thought you'd see the heavy future
you can feel
But there is nothing else, today has
never felt so
**real
ˌhipnəˈɡäjik,-ˈɡō-
of or relating to the state immediately before falling asleep
I told you how I chose you
you rejected all but a piece of me

I share an extension of my life force
you run away as if I am the one that couldn't be trusted
It's true that we are one in her
Conflicting views on what's best
Will literally tear our baby apart

I asked "do you want me to love you?"
Reply already! Answer clearly!
Stop this "an US right now would complicate things."

Don't call me baby
Don't say I'm yours
Don't you dare pretend to own me
When you can't even take interest in the rest of me.

I'm not caressed by your empty words.
I'm not comforted by your fleeting groping.
I'm not blind to your deception and slight of hand.
In, through, and after all that why would I want to love you?

The only answer I return to is this:
I have been given eyes to see

See pass your flaws and weaknesses
See pass your insecurities and smoke screens
See pass your failures and attempts
See pass what isn't really you

I've been given eyes to see
And what I've seen I love wholeheartedly
If only you too could have eyes to see.

~S.M.S
AL
 Dec 2014 Julie Butler
Aspen
it's 3am and i can't seem
to shake the thought of
you braiding flowers into
someone else's hair
I used to believe
that I would
never
be able to
move on...

But whenever I woke up
this morning,

I didn't even
think about
**you.
-Andrew Durst.
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