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Trapped in a time loop
where all that happens is you
coming to me, kissing my feelings with your smile,
then crashing me
and leaving me there
with my naked hopes
hiding in the deepest grounds of my heart
again and again.

I am the prisoner of my own deathly wishes,
of the same repeating illusions,
and your voice in my head
is singing the same song on repeat
like a broken cassette
stuck in this old, rusty radio that is my mind.

I am trapped in a time loop
and all I do
is getting lost
somewhere on the paths of your soul
where my dreams get born
just so they can go to die.
Words once so tangible
Phrases so easily written
Character after Character
Flowing so elegantly
Cascading flawlessly
Dripping from ****** lips
And filled with a ******'s confidence

Artistic expression
Which can only flourish
In the shallow waters
Of innocence's temper

Dreams clinging foolishly
Fueled by nonexistent beliefs
In nonexistent things
Unknowingly temporary
Oh, so faithful were they
As they faded into memories
And we drained every ******* bit

Purity once so present
Talent once so black and white
Blurs into grey, stoner stories,
Pipe dreams, and *Childish Things
The tree's fingertips screech against the water
Swirling indents cry of the river's scars
The sun tricks a rainbow, trapping color against cold, clear lenses
And the trees forget to wear green when I uncover my eyes

I see a thousand languages, hear countless cities
So many cities that I could never place a foot in them all
Not even if all I ever did was walk

Somewhere before my eyes,
The bubble pops.

Blue and green splash down on my bleeding hands
A small puddle burning holes in the floor
To my reflection stuck in its borders, I repeat the only words I know

Is this all?

She never answers.
We are being held hostage
by our fears,

We are fighting so hard
not to unleash our tears.

We are sinking
into the ground,
as we walk into the bellies
of many a horrific
and catastrophic storm,

We are trying
to hold our hearts together
because they are in pieces -
they were heartlessly broken to bits
and torn.

We are lost in a maze,
and we are completely out of breath,

We are staring into a ******* hole -
our pending final resting place,
upon our lonely death.

We are spinning out of control,
We are scared of falling
into the dark void - that intimidating
black hole.

We are all alone in a world
that is unfamiliar to our minds,
and to our shattered souls,
in every way,

We are in survival-mode
every single mentally overwhelming,
challenging, but blessed, new day.

By Lady R.F ©2017
A bad run
Doesn't mean a bad life!
Everyday is a blessing.
Life can be cruel, but the blessing is in each new sunrise, each moment with our loved ones, and each forward step we take.

The sun will shine in due time,
We have to take the good with the bad.

We are warriors!
We are grateful!
We are blessed!
the epidemic of trolling
is spreading fast
at another poetry site
some writers are in this cast

administrators have got
a massive job ahead
weeding out those who've
coughed on its bread

the purging process
is all for the good
as this disease can't stay*
in the neighborhood

a temporary closure
notice was posted to-day
to let members know
of the trolls awful play

when the cleansing op
has been finalized
the gates of the forum
*shall be fully sterilized
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