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Kevin Haack Dec 2014
So fragile it can be
I'm often forget
How much it
Can take before
It breaks
It goes through
Years of abuse
For it's user
Pleasure
And repairs itself
To go through
It all again
Kevin Haack Dec 2014
The door was made
To keep them away
And to keep me in
But a door is a door
It will soon
Crack  open or just
Fall apart
Once I saw it
The door started
To crack
I did everything
To reinforce it
But it started
Swinging an ax
slowly the door
Crumble into pieces
I knew every door
Will one day open
Now it holds out
It's hand and says
Come with us
But I'm not
Allowed to leave
It just nods
And sits down
The door maybe
In piece but
It still remains
Only one will like because only one knows
Kevin Haack Dec 2014
I am accused
Of being a fraud
In a world were you can be
Whatever you want
And yet
I try to impress them
Writing whatever I feel
So someone will see
My true intentions
I only started this
Because they said
it could that I
could be happy
But it only seems
looking at the number
Stay the same causes
An absents of feeling
I could sit down
And think for
Days
Years
Or even the rest of
My life
And I would be able to
Make a piece of work
Worthy for them
Kevin Haack Dec 2014
They ask for so much
I always give
But
When I ask
Nothing
And yet
They keep asking
Why do I help
When they don't
I guess I'm just
Hardwired that way
Kevin Haack Dec 2014
they all knew it was gone
but it wasn't gone forever
they could tell it was near
the air became so thin
and before they knew it
it had taken it's home
whole again
Kevin Haack Dec 2014
They said it could happen to anyone
Never did I think it would happen
To someone close to me
Even to my own sister
Tears did fall
But not from me
I feel anger
Not sorrow
My sister
Kevin Haack Dec 2014
No matter how well
or fine the table is
the stain remains
it could be made out of the finest wood
but all they see is the stain
no matter of it's history
or worth
it's just a table with a stain
to them
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