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 Aug 2014 Chiffa
Legion
Control
 Aug 2014 Chiffa
Legion
The monster that is me
   Is carefully suppressed.
My wildest desires
   Tucked neatly in a corner.

My mind rules everything:
   Even my heart is its servant.
Feelings are no match
   For the fear of losing control.

Because it will happen:
   my eyes will see through red.
Control will be lost.
   All in my path destroyed.

Help me.
For I am losing control.
One day.
I won't hold back.
 Aug 2014 Chiffa
Jake
Leave Me Be.
 Aug 2014 Chiffa
Jake
Darling please leave me be.
I know its only been a week since I walked away.
But don't run after me.
You're better off running the other way.
Because I can't take you where I'm going.
You wouldn't like it there anyways.
 Aug 2014 Chiffa
Mooseman55
When I write,
it's for me,
Not for you.
These thoughts are mine,
For me to judge,
Not for you.
Ideas for me to sort out,
For me to find myself again,
Not for you.
These words keep me sane,
There for me to help,
Not for you.
 Aug 2014 Chiffa
Francie Lynch
If I heard you say
Let's steal away
Tomorrow;
Let's drop the pretence
Of lies;
Let the missing years
Fade to memory's mist,
And put to rest
The best years
Of our lives.

I wouldn't ask,
But let tomorrow's
Light come soon.
It's a day
Ahead of me;
I'd look forward
To midnight
And to noon,
Savouring every hour
In between.

I will wish
Today away;
Say good-bye
To yesteryears.
To all their fears,
And late night sweats
And tears, and
Embrace tomorrow's
Promising surprise.

Let's steal away
Like looters,
Thieving all
That's left.
 Aug 2014 Chiffa
Jake
I've been almost, I've been so close.
But I'm not done yet.
Not until I wake up for a California sunrise.
Not until a plane ride to a land where everything is new to me.
Not until I stand on top of lady liberty and look out at the city.
Not until a ****** burger king lunch with a friend who won't remember me.
Not until I dance with the girl who doesn't think we'll meet.
Not until I prove to myself that the words I write can feed me.
No only when I can look back and smile at what I leave behind.
Will I accept my own defeat.
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