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A four letter word,
seems so easy to say
filled with pain and sorrow, nothing more
or happiness and joy, nothing better.
for me it has only stood for
problems and missed signals
lack of passion and virtue
lies and broken promises
nothing more. nothing less.
just a four letter word
that so many others said in vain
no longer holding any weight.
so unmeaningful. so dull
a word used as an excuse
for things we don’t respect
to pursue after something for ourselves
pleasure, people, ***
overused, underrated
and spoken every day
some forget, it's not just a word
it's a feeling that is as alive
as the people who share it.
for those who really know you,
the ones you care about,
dream about. can't breath without
require no words,
our actions speak more truth
than one word could ever stand for
The Cat loved the Mouse more than anything
and would play with it continuously
unable to think of anything else
holding on to it so tight promising to lever let the Mouse go
when the Cat had his Mouse nothing else existed but them
Until one day the Cat had toyed with the Mouse so much
and held on too tight the Mouse couldn't breath and soon
all the life had been drained out the tiny Mouse's body
And the Cat was lonely
almost instantly the Cat became very angry at the Mouse for leaving him alone
The Cat tossed the Mouse's lifeless body aside
trying to hide his sadness pretending not to notice
and the Cat stormed off in anger

Something that meant so much only seconds ago
now had no importance to the Cat.
Not once did the Cat realize it was his fault, he was to proud.  
Till this day the Cat searched for another Mouse just like the one he lost,
but no other Mouse compares.  

So the chase never ends.
 Mar 2015 Modern Serenity
Panda
My hunger for you grows.
As I sit and wait.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Still waiting.
Time ticks by.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
Still no Jesus.
I sit and wait.
Soon the church waits.
We all wait.
Until the end.
Please.
Let me lock you within my arms.
It pains me not being with you.
Knowing you're with another.
When you smile because of another,
I pretend to be blind.
When you laugh because of another,
I pretend to be deaf.
I want your smile..
I want your laugh...
To be mine...
 Mar 2015 Modern Serenity
Arth
Null
 Mar 2015 Modern Serenity
Arth
I wonder would he turn and meet my face
Twisted with anguish and despair,
In this unfortunate, unnerving place
He couldn't hold my stare

How could he leave us here,
Trapped so far in the mud down low
Trembling with gut-wrenching fear
While we are slaughtered like pigs, down below

Yet I dream of stars and endless heights
Destiny, power and the earth,
Stare up into the blackest night
Ever conscience of my worth,

Tiny lights of the galaxy meet my eyes
Sliding back behind my skull,
Somewhere in a corrupt void, a man cries
Overwhelming waves of null,

A single spirit wanders the universe
Living in isolation,
Lonely alone living out his curse
Spiralling into despair and damnation,

I wish I could feel his pain
All these feelings are confined,
Against these ancient shackles, he shall strain
Fighting on to win his mind,

Wails of torment within every breath
Dry tears stream down a cheek,
Suffering against inexorable death
Lucidity is growing weak,

The will is strong, but the world is relentless
The soldier takes a pill,
His time is long, but the world is endless
A body soon goes still,

Blood goes stale and the spirit leaves
And the people stare and nod
And the soldier of life cries and grieves
And understands there is no God.
i saw a great big spider sitting in the bath
he wore a pair of glasses this it made me laugh.

they had tinted lenses to protect him from the light
to protect his eyes when the light was bright.

he looked very odd as funny as can be
a spider wearing glasses you just never see.

i guess his eyes were bad but it made me laugh
a spider wearing glasses sat there in my bath.
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