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4:21am,
and I’m not sure where the hours went
Wondering if it’s worth it all,
all of the wasted time spent?
Struggling to keep myself around
Plummeting deep into the ground
The line I crossed is where I’m bound
A game of lost and never found

4:32am,
and I’m not sure when it started
Wondering if I deserve it all,
whatever left me broken hearted?
A shallow rise for a deeper low
If I swallow lies then I can’t let go
It’s always yes when it should be no
But I reminisce what I used to know

4:43am,
and I’m not sure how it ended
Wondering if I divert it all,
will I come out the other side mended?
I hide in thoughts buried in my head
Live inside the plots I made up instead
I can’t revive when I know I’m dead
And I won’t survive in the life I’ve led

4:54am,
and I’m not sure if I’m myself again
Wondering if I revert it all,
can I go back in time before it all began?
I knew it’s wrong but it felt too right
I grew so strong but I lost the fight
Intertwined with the depths of night
It’s where I find just a glimmer of light

The silence is deafening when it makes a sound

©
Orchids wilt and rot
in time.
Roses have thorns that
***** to bleed.
Seeds bring life that
ultimately dies.
In lieu of flowers
give me your
eyes full of
heat and desire.
Surrender your heart of
passion, but most of all,
water me with your
love so that I can grow.
Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDs9dUjQz58
I rise to greet the dawn

distracting my heart

I take a sip of dark roast

and exhale

today I will

just breathe
talk to me like we’re all alone, like you’re a non-believer and i’m a cross hanging on a hospital wall, like you’re a child in a never-ending car ride and i’m the moon that’s been following you all night, like i’m the voice in your head when it’s dark and there’s nothing you can do, like we’re drunk on the kitchen floor, like we’re sitting side by side on a park bench in the afternoon, like you can’t stop the words from spilling out of you, like you want to even if you don’t know. talk to me like you have nothing to lose, and talk to me like the world is ending and you’re about to lose.
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.
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