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Marty T Ottman Jul 2017
You have your ways to invade my deepest slumber.
Leaving me there to wonder..  
The imprints of your reflection an traces.
As the reflection through resurrection shows the past perfection id thought were erased.  
Two Soul's departure but trying to ignore the torture but id amit its getting harder...
Depart. Lonesome.  Second guessing.  Logic pain.  Refusal
Marty T Ottman Jun 2017
My heart is left vacant.
Wait... Am I mistaken.  
You left a impact here..  
Just to abstract...  I fear.  
So you wish to know what haunt the horrors inside my dear.  
Inside here  we look what been tainted.
How I been intoxicated drowning and faded I been awaiting for your voice.  
That could isolate any noise.
I know you know how to save the heart but where it rest lies upon your command and that where everything else stands..
Marty T Ottman Jun 2017
Something  doesn't seem right..  Maybe im hopeless..  Oh well goodnight.   Miserable  intensely to the point you wish you never felt. My problem is what surrounds me drowns Me. Maybe the person I met than doesn't quite exist there now.   Here in the moment when im looking..  In your heart.   Looking to see if there quite any parts to put together.  Bu im afraid not.  Is is worth it. Or to turn an let what really means everything any literature  or   emotion can Stand for fade with the rest. From the start we stray from the heart but when you find you way back it to late with everything torn apart.  Honesty these days drag on..  They say its a new begining but where do we pick of from were we left off...  Honestly I know should be equal blame an mutual understanding  but doesn't seem like you nor anyone of the sort understands truly from within what it means to be without.   Rebuild to destroy..  Heal what it may..  But honestly if this is what your feel comfortable with.  Than acceptance will be my absence.  I just believed everything you said an I guess its all in my head. -marty
Marty T Ottman Jun 2017
Thought we were close.
When everything I enjoyed you propose but I assume you oppose.  
Maybe your dangerous.  
Nature  that once was.
***** it guess I open all there is.  
No bliss.  
No fairy tail ending.  
Guess​ there nothing exactly  im defending​

Sometimes letting goes how you  all you chose...
Even you felt use.  
Thought I found myself in you with control..
But maybe they are apart of the flow.
Proving all they said were lies.  
I can't deny
May lie to myself on my behalf.
While you have the last laugh when  im writing  this paragraph
Marty T Ottman Jun 2017
To many thoughts invested with the reflection of It all in sight where I know my affirmation won't reunite..  Tell myself marty what the hell is wrong with this picture...  But with the liquor was the last glimpse  of her,  an now your a ghost in her reflection​. ..  Due to such immature aggression   instead of your true intension..  Now that hands of another will soon behold your entire world while your here to wonder if being strong the only option is exactly worth the time..   Pretending its all fine..  Seeing your whole purpose behind your existence is missing due to your pathetic  excuses..  An mistakes..  Now everything you love forsakes you. The painful truth In whole. . so everyone is else take this advice..     Take her or him to greatest heights. . cause it worth the fight dont do what I did..   Cause there are only so many chances until its all gone. An i buried myself alive until I die.
Just embrace  what means  that most to you
Marty T Ottman Jan 2017
they say that’s out. No dice. Preposterous. Absurd. Went completely unheard.
That was then; this is now.
Now is sober reflection in direction.
Now is routine. The rest unseen.
Now is habit falling into havoc. Now is empty.. whats your trend? To apprehend ****.
Don't let ignronace be the interference.
Marty T Ottman Jan 2017
They  say I should  smile but it's quite not my style but I have to admit it's been quite the while.  Miserably painted, but not quite tainted.   Precisely  waiting. When the whole scene quit hating on fragile  things as it seems.   The strength to stand, to understand the reason how such events may occur revolving all you thought you embraced, faced. Without a trace you erase the value of what it could be worth deep within.    Beneath the skin. Where a majestically  beautiful world, a universe lies.  Many disguise, other wise to harmonize what shines that intertwines  at the core.  That they ignore, how extraordinary with the things behind the eyes.  My concept may be  in ordinary of what truly lies beneath your surface.   The thing we call purpose instead of a limited burden inside of him.
Many don't see beyond their apprehension.
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