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Nolan Davis Sep 2013
Nothing's more lonely than 2 AM in my bed.
Nothing's more crazy than the dreams in my head.
Nothing's more lethal than the words that I say.
Nothing's more saddening than the songs that I play.

Everything's perfect cause you think that I'm fine.
Everything's joyful because I got the chance to shine.
Everything's ruined because I burned it all to flames.
Everything's history when I forget all their names.

Something has to give, whether it's my heart or my soul.
Something has to be accomplished, for that is your goal.
Something has to be presented, for all the world to see.
Something that you forgot, that demons roam in me.

Finally I've figured out just what is really best.
Finally I've decided to give up all the rest.
Finally I'll just drown my sorrow in a cold one tonight.
Finally I'll just live with it cause it'll be alright.
Nolan Davis Jul 2013
Today's the day I start anew.
The search to find what's really true.
I'll search my soul to find what's inside.
My hopes and fears can no longer hide.

I'll start this quest to save myself.
To recover the strands of mental health.
I'll prove I'm sane and full of grace,
And abolish the outsider in my place.

The problem is not knowing where to start.
Is it my mind, my soul, or even my heart?
All I know is that the time is now.
The questions remaining are when and how.

The final piece to the puzzle is you.
I can't figure out the role you do.
My greatest ally, or my greatest foe.
I guess only time will truly show.
Nolan Davis Jul 2013
You gave your mind to something you truly believed in,
You have your heart to someone who didn't truly believe in you.
Your heart began to pollute your mind with sin.
Until madness corrupted every action you would do.

You struggled to fight against the attack.
Colors blended from the fading light's gleam.
Senses failed as you faded into black,
Darkness fell upon your hopes and dreams.

Empty and void, that's how you exist,
Attached to misery, drawing blood like a leech.
The sympathy of others you couldn't resist,
The opportunity for the masses to hear you preach.

You sighed your final breath and passed away,
The coroner determined it to be a broken heart.
Your final words were simply "Please Stay"
Just know that no one filled the part.
Nolan Davis Jul 2013
I've toed the line between sane and absurd,
I've held on to your every last word.
But the day has come, and you still aren't here.
And this was the sum of all my fears.

The thoughts I had would make a saint blush.
I honestly hoped this was more than a crush.
I went out on a limb, but under me it broke.
I became the punchline to your elaborate joke.

So here I sit, alone in my thoughts.
Trapped like prisoners isolated in their cots.
Watching the world crumble beneath me.
I gave it all but you refused to see.

Never have I ever wanted it to end,
But that was the message your absence would send.
So now I'm here, back to square one.
Left alone to bask in this hollow sun.
Nolan Davis Jun 2013
She writes symphony's when she speaks,
A voice that separates from the choir.
I'm shouting from the top of mountain peaks,
Balancing while crossing a tight rope wire.

Her voice carries like the word of a king,
Commanding those that choose to hear.
The bell of the ball, her voice will ring,
I'll come running until I am near.

Her charm is her strongest tool,
Like a guitar, finely tuned to proper key.
I dance to her song like a silly fool,
Only wishing that she sang about me.

The song is over, I begin to walk away,
Her performance was simply the best.
I really hope that she will stay,
For her encore is better than the rest.
Nolan Davis Jun 2013
I normally feel blue, but all I can see is red.
The anger you provoke still churning in my head.
Mixing with feelings of anger and woe.
From the change of roles from friend to foe.

Your words were laced with lies, hidden behind a smile.
By the time I figured it out, I was just another in the pile.
Just another notch in your well worn belt.
Left to reform my heart from when you made it melt.

I decided that it was time for you to be done.
So I went to my friend and he gave me a gun.
I loaded it with vengeance, pulled the trigger, and boom.
Little did I know it would bring me to my doom.

The discharge from the recoil blew me away.
And from the hole in your chest, neither of us could stay.
It turns out you had a heart after all.
It's a pity that a bullet was your swan song.
Nolan Davis Jun 2013
The oceans flow and bring with them hope.
The tide comes and washes our sins away.
A means of finding a way to cope.
I hope this waters are calm enough to stay.

A levee is built to hold back the flood.
But still some sediments seep through.
The pollutants build up like contaminants in blood.
Flowing toxins deep inside of you.

I look up for a moment and notice a cloud,
The sky and the ocean are one in the same.
Both with tremendous ability to burst aloud,
While suppressing it's power in a matter that's tame.

I look back down as I drift to sea,
And a smile comes across my face.
I realize that everything within me,
Is a possession of this enchanted place.
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