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Nemo W Jun 2017
A hole in my chest
bigger than my heart
blow right through me
i'm empty
nothing to see
wind breezes through
whistling a tune
look right through me
i'm empty
nothing to see
Nemo W Jun 2017
empty halls and
lifted feelings
drugs aren't enough
and always too little
and sadness creeps in
almost always too quick
before you know- you're on the ground
crying loud as hell but not a sound
What's the matter?
What's wrong?
songs from little birds
and you cry
and cry
and cry.
Nemo W Jun 2017
It's cold out
but he's so warm
ands inside holds a storm
emotions and thoughts
ecstasy in the lot
but she's lonely
self esteem an all time low
she tells him to go slow
or else she may break
tears turned to a lake
caught in the act
said she has no tact
stuck in the dull and grey
eating Rockford eggs
Nemo W Jun 2017
I write for the hurt kid in me,
the one that cowers from the world
I write so maybe she'll hurt less
so maybe she'll share more with me
so maybe I'll feel a bit better.
Nemo W Jun 2017
So when they ask "Are you okay?"
reply in honesty
because half the time i wasn't okay
because half the time i lied
because half the time i would hide
all my feelings as if they would
just go away.
like toxins in the comforting breeze
but i was wrong
just like the times
i hoped for change without changing

And when he told me the bitter reality
and after i cried
and after i screamed
and after i fell
i didn't move on
my bones cried out in agony
and my heart mourned
but i couldn't move on.
Don't get me wrong i say
my life was a mess before then
but who can say how they felt as a babe?

So i try to recall the more it
slips further
i can't imagine being too distraught
but looking back makes me teary
why?
i barely knew her, both of them
actually, factually i knew both for
four years
Am i supposed to be sad?
mad?
my thoughts are muddled in the
cesspit of disparity

But look at ME!
look now and don't be fooled
it's true i took a beating
black and blue
but I'm here- alive
by luck, sure but see
i don't count that as me
i'm much more than words can describe
thinking about my past again
Nemo W Jun 2017
A Motherless child,
one who cries in the night.
A God-fearing, child rearing Father,
one who tries with all his might.
Two younger, unlike each other.
Vying for the attention, Father.
Crying for the Mother, Father.
Trying to tend the younger, Father.
Flood the house now, save it for later,
Dear Daughter.
Nemo W Jun 2017
A new life ahead of me
working so hard
i'm scared i'll be
pushed down, strung out,
wrecked up, all again.

A shiny new chance for me
trying all anew
worried now i'll see
turmoil, destruction,
death, all again.

A new life ahead of me
working so hard I know I'll be
strong, confident,
successful, all new.

A shiny new chance for me
trying all anew
happy now I'll see
success, beauty,
life, all new.
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