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If only my words could pierce and
descend opon the lovely ones,
the humans with caramel eyes
and voices that cradle the soul.
ones who can sail through the surging
ocean that is my mind.
ones that slaughter demons,
and waltz with angels.
Wake up!
I've been shaking you
for a while now,
but you sleep soundly without care.
Wake up!
and when you do finally wake up,
don't yell at me for disturbing you,
or for the window I broke,
just smell the smoke of the flames below you,
take my hand,
and thank me later.
Wake up to a wonderful life humans!
Some people just know how to speak
such a way it entices your whole being.

Most converse with ignorant eyes
speaking royally with velvet tongues
about themselves while they spit mud apon the world.
Then there's you few, that speak your own words with the depth of an ocean.
with warm eyes that hug your face and
tongues stained with the blood of emotions,
kissing peace about your soul.

If people saw uniqueness as a turn on,
the loneliness of the world would starve.
Pull up from the screen and talk deeply with someone, it's one of the great joys in life.
Have a good evening humans.
a hideous beast wakes in the
depths of my heart.
crawling from the shallow grave I buried him,
silent and dark, tip toes on guitar strings.
he shoots through my brainstem like ******,
intoxicating my dreams, gnawing his teeth.
I thought you were dead!?
why are you here!?

©Dylan Whisman
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i've heard some say that passion burns without a word,
i try to think my passion is etched into the words I write.
but there is something wrong, all the things in this life of mine, have been sparks,
and in a blizzard of doubt, I fail to ignite my soul.

my childhood seemed like a warm flicker in the past,
my great friends,
i watched them grow up with me
in a flash of light.
i watched some flicker on and off,
some even snuffed out by our own beliefs.

love has had me, and love has left me,
we all know the heat of that fire.

even with all these flashing lights,
none of the embers seem to light the damp wood stacked neatly in my soul.

but in this blizzard of doubt, I strive to ****** the flame to ignite my soul,
so I might feed my warmth to those who need the comfort of a friendly light.
if you like, do leave your opinions, comments and criticism on how I can improve. Have a beautiful evening humans.
I'm sorry that I can't keep my hands off of you
But it's like you have your own gravitational field that only affects me and even when I'm right next to you I want to be holding your hand or playing with your hair or rubbing your back. And maybe it's me. Maybe I'm afraid that if I don't hold on to you with all I have that you'll fall out of my bubble and my gravitational field won't affect you anymore and maybe our paths will never cross so closely again and maybe what could have been something absolutely amazing, like the fact that God placed the earth the perfect distance from the sun, will end up as insignificant as the distance between pluto and an asteroid out in the abyss
Deep in the wilderness

where birds are mute
and no wind blew

where animals remain calm
and fish don't swim

where trees are quiet
and branches stand still

A golden leaf fell
and indeed
everything came to life
i looked in the mirror at my bearded face
and peered into my eyes.
and saw all the things I hated.
hypocrisy.
ignorance.
jealousy.
confusion.

in that moment
i became something I hated,

i can't be this person.
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