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Illustrative disregard is creating

Nervousness which controls my limbs

Fragmentary is the heart

Infected by a broken promise

Disrespect stings me

Elevating my pain

Loyalty has been compromised

Intrusion has enraged me

Trust slips into abandonment

Yielding to uncertainty


© Christopher Chronister. All rights reserved
I sometimes wonder
If my last regret will be
the things left unsaid.
Decaying walls
If only they could talk
Dose after dose
Nurses come in flocks

They took the strings from
my sweater
"I'm not sick!"
But I knew better
 Oct 2013 Kuzhur Wilson
Emily
My stomach hurts
Going throughout my day
Like nothing is on my mind

I get high
And try to busy myself
Doing little things
While the time passes by

But in any moment alone
My mind reverts back
To earlier days
Before my enormous
Fault
Came crashing down upon me

But I always knew
That in a certain amount of time
I'd be exposed
Me, myself, and my crime
I wrote this a while ago, honestly. And things kind of changed for me, so I didn't post it. I just re-read it... It is still somewhat relevant.

© Peyton 2013
 Sep 2013 Kuzhur Wilson
Esther
Oceans of the Mind

To be destructive ,they say,
Is cathartic.
Burnt limbs,sockets that stare,
Innocence ripped out of the womb.
Burnt branches silhouetted in a
sunset landscape.
Annihilation,Assimilation
Assimilating annihilation
Is our Right


To walk on the sea,they say,
Is Belief.
Lost Children of the Promised Land
Fanatic faith,Salvation,Forgiveness.
Innocence strapped to fire.
Crucifictions on channels wide
With apple juice to pep up the fun.
Manipulation for birthright
Is our Covenant-yes,by Might

— The End —