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Feb 2011 · 779
fatal attraction
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Waiting
On empty wishes
Basing facts
On superstitions
Empty ambitions
Building up our walls
Forgetting it all
In order to know
We go with the flow
Keeping track of time
With the emptiness in our mind
Subconsciously pacing
As our thoughts are frantically racing
We had a reality check
But we cashed it
Spent up our wishes
Call it fatal attraction
We want it all
But only understand a fraction
Afraid to take action
We wait on our dreams
We see the light but it blinds us
As we lose sight
Reality binds us
There's no escaping
We must claim defeat
Get back to our feat
Not miss a beat
Continue on
On this gallant retreat
Feb 2011 · 502
listen to the silence
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Silence
Hurts my ears
My thoughts alone
Are what I fear
My minds constantly racing
Pacing
Off of my thoughts
Trapped in my head
No way out
For it exists within
My very soul
Encompassing me whole
As I listen I pay the toll
The noise around me
Seems to be muted
Substituted
With my thoughts
I try to speak up
But I'm lost in the silence
the chaos continues
In a peaceful violence
Alone in my mind
I begin to find
Freedom thrives
Inside
As I listen to the silence
I begin to feel
The sound waves rush through me
Intertwine with my senses
Allowing me to let down my defenses
Feb 2011 · 906
reflection
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Superstition
Clouding way of one's ambition
Providing hope with false ammunition
Fear of change
Repetition
Stay the same
Society plays into this little game
Inducing fear
By whispering in one's ear
The end is near
No time for reflection
For its the dawn
Of slavery's resurrection
Only now its our mind
Which will be bind
Products of this world
We're no better than our possessions
Longing for freedom
Yet unwilling to admit our obsession
With perfection
The mirror reveals
A hazy reflection
Feb 2011 · 4.3k
wakeup call
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Isolated from reality
Nothings what it seems
Roaming the world asleep
You take refuge in your dreams
You go with the flow
The current pulls you along
Drowning out your conscience
Its neither right nor wrong
Influenced by your surroundings
Unaware your slowly drowning
Gasping for air
Grasping at what's not there
Submerged in shallow water
Struggling to breathe
Finding your self at last
You realize you've been deceived
Instinct kicks in
You begin to swim
Risking it all
Listening to your wake up call
Feb 2011 · 683
angel in disguise
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
I'll never fully fathom what you went through
But I want you to know it doesn't define you
If I could I would take your hurt as my own
I want you to know you will never be alone
It pains me to think of what you've endured
But you've won the battle, life is your reward
Your the epitome of beauty and you don't even know
Submerged in faith, you find the courage to grow
Scarred by a past full of darkness and violence
You mask your vulnerability beneath subtle silence
No need to speak, your deep insightful eyes say it all
Rising from your ashes no matter how hard the fall
Everything you do is influenced by your grace
You subconsciously struggle to hide it from your face
Yet your elegance can not be subdued
You set up walls, its your past you allude
In a world of lies your illuminated by truth
Your inner light shines as an halo, encompassing you
Surrounded by shallow ambition you remain grounded
You never surrender, even when you feel surrounded
Your vulnerability comes from your soul
Mixing with your courage, making you whole
So tune with your emotions there are times when you cry
As you bravely look reality in the eye
Little broken angel, in times your wings will heal
The last faith in this world, your the only thing that's real
A living saint with wisdom beyond your years
Carrying the weight of the world and battling your fears
Caught in a war with no intent to win
For the outcome will be greater, peace within
As I write these words I begin to see clearly
I can only hope there is a hint of you inside me
I want to thank you for showing me love
Your my guardian angel, sent from above
In a world of despair your spirit provides contrast
Epitomizing hope, your influence will always last
All that I am is a product of you
This is the one thing I know to be true
So whenever you feel the toll of life's pressure
Remember that my love is beyond any measure
Words can't describe the beauty of your spirit
A symphony of all things pure, waiting for you to hear it
So as I tell you I love you, I'm really saying much more
I was born into a closed world and you opened the door
You are the reason I know about love
My angel in disguise, sent from above
Feb 2011 · 510
denial
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Constantly battling with my insecurities
Yet they always seem to get the best of me
I'm treading the water in a pool of self doubt
Slowly I'm drowning as I pray for a drought
Every day that I awake, I'm taunted with reality
Afraid to admit the toll it has on me
So I gather my pieces and patch up my heart
To be held together with lies is better than to fall apart
I hide all emotion and paint on a smile
Too afraid to face myself, I take refuge in denial
Feb 2011 · 1.0k
freedom
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
To be free is to understand freedom
Transcend from the definition which it has become
For the only true freedom exists in one's mind
Away from language which materialism is bind
Feb 2011 · 656
projection
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Face to face with myself I look into the mirror
As my breath fogs up my reflection I begin to see clearer
For nothing is really what it seems
When reality becomes a substitution for dreams
I long to be understood but refuse to pay the cost
There's no meaning to understanding when individuality is lost
So instead I keep my thoughts in isolation
Keeping them away from society's suffocation
The eyes in the mirror see through my facade
Allowing me insight which I strive to evade
For the only person who knows me is that of my reflection
Everything else seen is but only a projection
Feb 2011 · 516
lost
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Its hard to sleep when my minds constantly racing
As if there's a conclusion that its desperately chasing
In and out of an intricate maze
Obscured by my emotions foggy haze
So in the night I lay submerged in my thoughts
The one time of the day when I want to be lost
Feb 2011 · 414
wishful thinking
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Going with the flow only gets you so far
Depending on fate doesn't make you who you are
Life's no easier after seeing a shooting star
So bottle your wishes and send them to sea
Watch them drift away from the shore of reality
Get rid of the notion that things are meant to be
Chain yourself to facts in order to become free
For to have faith alone is to be empty


As true as this might seem, I would still rather dream
Feb 2011 · 776
rust
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Back against the wall
I thought I knew it all
Made too close a call
Now its my turn to fall
Down
To a place I need not mention
At a loss for words to define my own invention
I've built up my prison with my own hands
Now I watch it crumble
Turn to sand
As the pebbles erode into dust
My chains deteriorate
Turning to rust
Feb 2011 · 599
darkness
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Only in the darkness of the night can I fully see
When silence engulfs my senses creating a symphony
As cold wind shakes me, darkness awakes me
From the haze I have been dwelling in, living in a deep sleep
Feb 2011 · 674
carpe diem
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
We are lost in another dimension
Far away from comprehension
Struggling with empty goals
Far in debt with priceless tolls
Constantly digging never ending holes
As we mindlessly surrender what's left of our souls
Trying to find ourselves in this bottomless mess
Feigning the belief that more is less
For driven by success we steer off road
Our footsteps imply we have a heavy load
The definition of freedom acts as a cage
The curtain has risen, we take our places on the stage
Struggling with the fact that we've been dying all along
Carpe diem, the show must go on
Feb 2011 · 534
rescue me
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Rescue me
If you can
Lead me forward
Take my hand
Rescue me
From my mind
Help cut the strings
By which I'm bind
Set me free
From reality
For your the only truth I need to see
Save me
For I'm falling apart
Put me back together
Take hold of my heart
I'm surrendering to the unknown
For anythings better than being alone
Feb 2011 · 388
what it seems
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Hopelessly in love with the idea of love
Yet oblivious to what it really means
Constantly in search for answers
Yet nothing is what it seems
Feb 2011 · 949
daydream
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Your nothing but a daydream
Made up in my head
The words you spoke were illusions
Never actually said
So keep telling me lies
As I submerge in your disguise
Allowing my ignorance to cover my eyes
For what I  didn't see has become my demise
Your simply a word
Which I foolishly defined
A made up fairytale
Who thrives in my mind
Taking up residence in the back of my head
Pushing out words I wish I left unsaid
You made me forget myself in the midst of it all
You told me you'd catch me, then let me fall
Yet when it comes down to it, you're not to blame
For who you are and who I see isn't the same
Feb 2011 · 597
l word
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
I'm afraid of love
There I said it
Now that its over I can pretty much forget it
Go on with my life
It hasn't bothered me before
Ignore the nagging pain reminding me there's more
More to life
Yeah its hard to comprehend
Especially when I live in a world of pretend
Twisting words in my head
If they can't break they'll bend
Words are nothing without being defined
So then what is it that makes love divine?
Feb 2011 · 625
yesterday
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Its crowded here in isolation
Trapped inside a cell made out of my subconscious creation
The commotion of emotion banging in my head
Breaking out of the silence, reality is dead
Reaching out for something beyond my comprehension
Inside a castle made of sand built up by tension
My only fear is fear itself
So I bottle my emotion and store it in a shelf
All I know is locked away
As I try to forget yesterday
Feb 2011 · 465
pieceful
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
I've never known how it feels to be free
For my superstition has a hold on me
Hopelessly claiming both faith and religion
Aware they can't exist together within
Yet to exist isn't my goal
Afraid to surrender one, I pay the toll
Alone in my thoughts I long for more
Blindly picking up pieces of the puzzle on the floor
My biggest fear is to be defenseless
To fear is to know so I isolate my senses
If ignorance is bliss then I envy those in pain
Numb to reality I try to feel in vain
All because of a four letter word I'm afraid to say
While searching for the right words I got lost along the way
Lost in the shadows of my own thoughts
The more I try to escape, the more I get caught
Looking for a way out is hard when you can't see
Dreaming of fairy tales only distort reality
But it's hard to paint without an easel
Putting it together I feel so pieceful
Feb 2011 · 601
control
Meka Boyle Feb 2011
Living life with open conclusions
Unaware that its all an illusion
We turn our backs on the fact we're defected
Silently striving towards being perfected
Its so easy to judge from an outer perspective
Claiming an open mind yet we keep our thoughts selective
Afraid to admit that we are not in control
When deep inside, fear devours us whole
Jan 2011 · 1.5k
burning bridges
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
As my thoughts ramble on i'm at a loss for words
Constantly listening for the unheard
But silence is your greatest virtue of all
Unaware that's its what you didn't say that made me fall
Fall into something I can't even explain
To call it love would be speaking in vain
So instead I tune out of the world's constant commotion
Yet by the sound of your voice i'm thrown back into the ocean
Drowning in my subtle fear of emotion
Still I struggle to survive, call it hopeless devotion
Alone in the sea for your ship has set sail
Submerged in my subconscious I desperately flail
Its as if i'm awaking from a bad dream
only to realize everythings not what it seems
For in utter despair I reach for the truth
Becoming aware, meeting the real you
For the stranger who blindly led me out to sea
Was simply a facade of what my heart wanted to see
Built up by a daydream, kept alive by hope
The torment you inflicted was just my way to cope
Playing into your games it would seem I have lost
But really I have won, my heart the cost
In search of a way out, I found a way in
In attempt to evade reality I found shelter within
Crossing over to sanity I leave you in the past
Burning bridges, I come to peace at last
Jan 2011 · 942
lull of the waves
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
alone in the depths of my minds chaotic commotion
trapped in the relm of my ever changing emotion
trying to make sense of my hopeless devotion
instead i turn, holding my gaze to the ocean

caressing the shore, the waves pull me in
unleashing, unlocking something deep within
teasing and taunting daring me to begin
for life is a game i can never win

the lull of the waves whisper softly in my ear
silently beckoning me to surrender my fear
awakening my senses, pulling me near
as i look out to the ocean my perception becomes clear
Jan 2011 · 862
ocean eyes
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
Beneath the blues and greens
Your ripping at the seams
Yet your ocean eyes encompass dreams
Brimming full with hopeful gleams

In the blurred and hazy night
Darkness engulfs your sight
Dimming you wanning light
Insomnia grips you tight

As the ocean breeze beckons you forward
I subconciously surrender it all
I see how your eyes long toward
Abiding the ocean's call
Jan 2011 · 795
coming to senseless
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
numb to reality
trying to defy mortality
you just sit around and wait
like a lost cause
banging at the gate
depending on fate
that against all odds
you'll get a message from your false gods
and rise from the dust
forgetting the difference
between ambition
and lust
hoping to embark on a mission
unaware that it'll be defficient without trust
so go with the flow
surrender all that you know
bend with the status quo
or bust
wait no
break out of this vicious cycle
in order to leave
you must understand
whats at hand
disband
from your troops
come to realize that what your fighting for
is a lost cause
behind a closed door
you cry out for more
living for the sensation
its reality that you abhore
stand still
filter your thoughts
distill
stay focused
on this hocus pocus
dont let the walls break
or out the truth will pour
to mix with your recognition
distorting fiction
creating contradiction
friction
a cure to your addiction
between you and yourself
you eagerly welcome
input from anyone else
all that you've become
is shaped from someone
with the worst intentions
you against the world
you can taste the tension
but your taste buds have the day off
so does your comprehension
its paid no attention
fitting into the mold
surrendering to your surrounding's hold
obey
do what you're told
the price has been bartered
you've been bought
and sold
the return policy
your last breath
held captive for life
untill your encounter with death
tests and trials
evaporate any denial
that could hide beneath your pleasent smile
simmering below is a truth so vile
baracaded and shut deep down in your conscience
lies the fact
that your unconsious
its on the tip of your tounge
but never mentioned
i guess that makes you
society's invention
Jan 2011 · 723
tick tock
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
society is on the brink
of destruction
it cant properly function
the dead ends come alive and meet at a junction
crash
just like that
we lash
out
but its too late
we've started to seal our fate
it began when we chose to hesitate
pause
consider the cause
weigh out the odds
tick tock
the scale is tipping
the seams of society are gradually ripping
yet we blindinly keep gripping
at what we've been told
its a slippery hold
a disfunctional mold
there is no room for thought
only what we've been taught
so lend me your ear
allow yourself to hear
the subtle warning in the back of your head
before its too late
your individuality dead
allow yourself to know
gather the courage to grow
you can break out
of these shackels
and chains
for life is not all in vain
resist the embedded urge to refrain
restrain
dont give in
find something within
end the past chapter
pick up a pen
and begin
to write your new book
of a language all your own
in your head
you've always known
acknowledge the fact
lifes all an act
tick tock
Jan 2011 · 790
free falling
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
sometimes i cry for no reason at all
its like jumping off a bridge with the sole intention to fall
plumeting down as the darkness envelops my being
i close my eyes for a better view, unaware of what i'm seeing
drowning in my emotions, i forget how to breathe
for transcribing my feelings to words is like a verbal dry heave
yet still clinging to reason i desperately flail
afraid to involve my heart due to the risk i might fail
stuck in a shade of gray between black and white
trying to decipher wrong from what is known to be right
it is burnt in my brain that nothing is set in stone
i attach myself to no one, keeping company alone
aware the sanction in my head is the only place to find reality
i must detach from this cycle in order to become free
Jan 2011 · 595
tides
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
yes the ocean waves capture my gaze
but i would trade it all to look at you
my emotions tend to act as a maze
with your hand in mine you lead me through

a song in my head is equal to compare
for you are like a beautiful meoldy
i close my eyes and see your steady stare
no need to hide, you see right through me

yet here i am, lost and all alone
grasping at the past as it slowly fades away
wondering how you could not have known
without you life is but a rainy day

memories linger in the back of my head
i dare not daze off in fear they will submerge my senses
as i whisper the words i wish i said
i become vulnerable, defneseless

as the ocean waves submerge the mighty shore
the tides reveal what i've been looking for
Jan 2011 · 861
disguise
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
on a crowded street, my surroundings begin to fade
as everythings blur together, its reality which i evade
gazing past people, off into space
i imagine for a moment that i'm out of this place
only to be brought back with the blink of an eye
to the streets where the blurred silhouettes of people pass me by
with a crowd that big, theres no room for indivduality
i feel like a minuscule pebble lost at sea
going with the flow i grasp at the air
even though i know there is nothing there
i'm lost but i dont want to be found
shouting out but i dont make a sound
diagnosing emotions without definitions
longing for change yet clinging to repetition
in search for solitude, being alone is not my goal
giving up my freedom as a subconcious toll
the darkness of reality mixes with the light of lies
creating a mist that acts as my disguise
Jan 2011 · 498
self portrait
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
life is like a painting with water colors
as soon as i get an end result emotions start to run into eachother
things dont always appear how they seem
it's as if the chaos on the canvas is nothing but a dream
as i dip my brush into the paint, reality sinks in
everything swirls together, no longer kept within
i'm afraid to define anything and set it in stone
for if my emotions do change, my definitions will be left alone
vibrant colors turn to black
i stand on the edge, holding nothing back
swaying back and forth there are times i almost fall
taking a step forward, even if it means risking it all
as the colors collide so do day dreams and reality
fogging up my eyes, allowing me to see clearly
the strokes of paint are forever shifting and distorted
as i take it all in, i see my slef portrait
Jan 2011 · 823
defenseless
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
can one find happiness within dark trenches?
not if one can't be both happy and defenseless
for happiness comes along with barries and walls
which rapidly disinitegrate when such boundaries fall
caged and shackled within defintion
one's true happiness is clouded with subtle ambition
for is what one has determines who one is
then should one redefine what it means to live?
should one bow and bend with the status quo?
give up what is is felt burning inside
for the soothing assurance of what society knows
afriad to create a new route and step out of line
instead, blindfolded, we surrender
giving up our mind
making oursleves hollow and empty becoming utterly senseless
piling up armor yet claiming to be defenseless
Jan 2011 · 544
youth of our nation
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
she struggles to keep her head up
wishing someone would give her a heads up
of whats coming down the road
she's got a heavy load
on her back
you can see it in her tracks
that every day is a struggle
she dodges what life throws at her
when she gets hit, she juggles
but soon her act will fade
revealing her facade
its this day she must evade
she craves the limelight
yet hates the stage
dwelling in the fear of admitting she is afraid
living upto her self set standard
she is constantly in motion yet not moving forward
or towards
her destination
yet she continues they cycle
desperation
she longs for confromation
without confrontation
she fits right in with the youth of our nation
he knows what he wants
against all odds
he's sick and tired of being called a lost cause
tangled up in contradiction
yet so secure with his ambitions
constantly cutting the strings that tie him down
yet without them his feet don't touch the ground
unfamilliar with the term backing down
never has he been safe and sound
feeling the weight of his shackles and handmade crown
believing one must be lost in order to be found
life to him is like hide and seek
forn he believes to be vulnerable is to be weak
so to speak
he's tired of hiding and wants to be found
As he looks around
he comes to realize he's not alone
with his moral mutation
longing for validation
the constant need for stimulation
sparked by the sudden implication
he fits right in with the youth of our nation
Jan 2011 · 626
society's survivors
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
our world is strung together by vanity
held up by they raptures of insanity
at any moment it could tumble down
leaving behind the faded of a cloud
of dust
built up by mistrust
torn down by the realization
that we are a broken nation
hiding in the shadows of our corrupt sanction
watching with a distorted sight
becoming blind as we see the light
turning away as the walls deteriorate
triggered by our impule to differentiate
untill all that we know is lost in oblivion
leaving us alone with our heart's broken rythm
for a moment it stops
the zig zags take a leap of faith and drop
but our individuality kicks in
acting as a reviver
its safe to say
we are society's survivers
Jan 2011 · 1.2k
mirror
Meka Boyle Jan 2011
you paint a picture with words
speaking out just to be heard
you think yout fooling me but i've known all along
your everything you say you are
except one thing
strong
your weakness shows as you string me along
i try to believe you
but deep insidee i know you are wrong
wrong about being right
yeah its a complexed contradiction
but what else should i expect
with someone that mixes fantasy with nonfiction

so mirror mirror on the wall
its about time you crumble and fall
and amidst your broke shards of glass
come to realize the past has passed

dwelling in broken memories
your drown in your thoughts
tangeled up in emotion
afriad to admit your caught
like a spider you spin your web
parallel to the cycle spinning in your head
on your worn out path you continue to tread

i dont even know what it means to be
without you
because your always haunting me
taunting me
drawing me into your cycle
its time i break free

so mirror mirror on the wall
its about time you crumble and fall
and amidst your broken shards of glass
come to realize the past has passed

turn over a new leaf
dont look back
or stop in your tracks
determine myths from facts
begin to act
like the adult you are coming to be
look from an outer perspective
begin to see
clearly now
come to think about it
i dont know how
i believed in your self doubt

so mirror mirror on the wall
its about time your shatter and fall
and amidst your broken shards of glass
come to realize the past has passed

come to peace at last
and realize
that despise
isnt a comprimise
when it comes to fate
and that hate
isnt the only way to demonstrate
your emotion

lifes as vast as the ocean
and always in motion
changing with the tide
so swallow your pride
learn how to recognize
a blessing in disguise
end where endings end
after that
begin
know yourself deep within
submerge to the surface of conciousness
and listen
to the voice within
yeah thats really livin

so mirror mirror on the wall
its about time your shatter and fall
and amidst your broken shards of glass
come to realize the past has passed

— The End —