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 Dec 2014 kennedy
Liz And Lilacs
There are two types of tears.

The hot tears that pour from you eyes, suddenly before you realize you're crying. The violent , unrestrained sobbing.

And the cold tears that slide down your cheek as you fight the urge to cry. Quiet, and choked back tears.
Humanity
cannot grip the thought
of loosing everything
and everyone.
but oh my darlings,
one day our corpses will be underneath the ground;
and our souls will be dancing with Angels;
the loved ones we lost so long ago.
do not fear death,
for death brings you home.
and home is where we all belong.
my deepest fear
is being alone.
forever writing to a mysterious lover
who's name i shall never know.
forever craving warm hands
to envelop my soul,
to wipe the tears from my cheek
and speak words that only poets can create.
I wish to have a someone that
understands...
I wish, I wish, I wish ..
but now I'm starting to believe
wishing is for the weak minded,
and my mind cannot handle this torturous waiting any longer.
 Dec 2014 kennedy
Drake Brayer
The world stretches on for miles around me
The sky smiles in its innocent embrace of eternity
Velvet perfection painted across sunset skies
Melancholic musings muddled with silken sighs
Dying light alive in the airs of paradise
Wilted dreams bathe in it's promised lies
Silence lives and violence thrives
Because even paradise knows that beauty dies
My dreams used to be my escape from reality,
But now I can't even retreat to the comfort of the darkness
Because last night I saw your eyes.
When our souls were united
Those eyes that were the only light
In the miles and miles of darkness surrounding my life.
You were the sound of ocean waves, crashing against each other
creating a melody.
But now...
You are the sound of waves swallowing a child whole
Muffiling the screams,
Suffocation.
Drowning.
Those eyes were once the only thing to save me,
But now when I stare into the clear blue
All I see is death,
And miles
And miles
Of darkness.
Writers block lately.
 Nov 2014 kennedy
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Desire.
 Nov 2014 kennedy
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My soul is in angst,
craves writing desperate poerty.
To be ruled by chance,
love is hearts in anarchy.

I lust after a life that's full.
Emotion and mystery.
I'd hate it if it was dull
or ruled by destiny
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