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 Oct 2014 madison
Triiniity
We all die
it's just a matter                    
of who remembers
 Oct 2014 madison
Poetic T
What
Is
The
Truth,
But
A
Better lie painted white.
 Oct 2014 madison
Poetic T
I was swimming in a sea
Of balloons
They were
Ocean
Blue
&
White
I tried to hold on but
Always slipping under
The white would slip off
the many blues
And hit like a
Feather
Shaped
Brick
Many more would fall
I tried to breath
But the latex water
Suffocating,
Asphyxiating,
Breathless,
As each rolled off my face.
I was in a ocean of
Balloons,
But they kept floating down
Knocking the air from my lungs,
I swam,
I drifted,
As the white wall faded
Sinking to the bottom
The weight too much,
To float as the blue,
I was swimming in balloons,
Now floating face down
Suffocated by the endless blue..
I emerge from the cocoon of your chilled form with music in my knowing smile. My heart blossoms and beats without restraint. There is a sweetness to the air I cannot place, an electricity, tangible on the stirring breeze. My eyes lift to the heavens, grateful for the lack of salt that has marred their vision for so many years. I am all. I am everything caught whirling in this softening glow, this haze of glory mine to keep for all lifetimes that pass in the blink of wondered eyes. I embrace the morning with a love unfettered and know that she is mine. This is freedom.
Woke up with a grin, being single is better that being miserable....took a while but I get that now. Onwards and upwards! :-)
 Oct 2014 madison
ZWS
Landfill
 Oct 2014 madison
ZWS
Why do I care about geography when I just want to find another planet
Planet earth is nothing more than news
I want to move forward, I want to know why
I'm sick of all the politicians and war, have we forgotten why we're here
Have we forgotten what we've never known
Or does the thought just make us feel more alone
Your god has not shown
Maybe he's making planets elsewhere
Maybe he's given up on us
Maybe the the only thing left is boiling beneath earth's crust
 Sep 2014 madison
Poetic T
I gasp, my lungs deflated
Hands like an uncontrolled orbit,
Reach,
Grab,
Hold,
Nothing but air,
My tunnels isn't
Light,
Its
Stars,
of
Darkness,
The world not still
Rotating faster,
Like it wishes me
Of this ride...
I crave
Life,
Breath,
Live,
A moment longer
Can this be it,
Chest tightening
Inhale,
Slowly,
Breath,  
With what lungs are left
And the air slowly returns,
Breath,
Breath,
Breathe,
Comes from where was none
I sit head between my legs.
It feels like the worlds entire
Weight were on me,
**These dreaded panic attacks.
Not the nicest things to have quiet scary sometimes
There is a quiet whisper
in the corner of my mind
it speaks to me on dark days
when the sunlight I can't find

It speaks of secret hatred
wrapped up in friendship's ruse
and though I try to fight it
my will it soon subdues.

I struggle in my silence
hiding all behind my smile
no emotion breaks the surface
as I tell the world "I'm Fine"

There is a quiet whisper
growing quickly to a scream
as I weave a noose of secrets
bringing end to foolish dreams.
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