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Don't know why I never noticed
Must have been trying hard not to see
What was right there all along
It wasn't until I started to tumble
Head over heals all the way down...down
To the bottom of the sea of love..I flounder
Where I lost my breath and began to drown

Like a flash of angry blinding light
I saw the damage done by every single fight
Then I didn't want to see..what it was that I saw
What I suddenly saw was,the writing .....
                 ......the writing on the wall
It was written there plain and simple
It was right there for all to see
I must of been blind to the truth
I must of not wanted to ever face it
Not willing to ever see eye to eye
All those demonic little letters
That made up just one message
And all it said was ...........good-bye
GOOD-BYE !
I was aware of a feelings
Like a rustle of silk
When the skin almost crawls
And a shudder is felt
The back of my neck
Raises hairs of pure fear
That tickles like crazy
And you know that crazy is near

Crazy ...Crazy ...Crazy is here !!

Heal me ! Heal me !
I've died --but still breathing
My vessel can't stay --
                  --where nothing is nothing
It gets in my way !

You've got problems I see
But just take a look
Take a look at me
It's insanity .....insanity

Without reason--without doubt
Within reason --within out..... let me out
Let me out ....Let me out ....Let me out

I need to be needed
I need to be used
I want to be wanted
I'm completely confused
I chose to be chosen
I fell to be falling
I seem to be frozen
Yet I still hear you calling

I was aware of a feeling...
        ....like a rustle of silk
Hate is not a built-in app
It has to be downloaded
Then it has to be installed
If only it required permission
If only it had to be opened
Rules of use to be read and agreed to
And as simple as a button to push
So that it can just be uninstalled
Unfortunately it can be a virus
That infects with insidious intrusion
Into the systems that we call life.
I've been walking the burnt out forest That was once the garden of my dreams
When I believed in a better world
Than one where children drink from polluted streams
Where we were going to grow peace
And cultivate love for everyone
And tend the sick and invalid
With the dignity that they deserve
And be free.to speak our minds
Letting others do the same
Without the need to isolate and divide
For what that will politically gain
So I'm going to walk away for now.
From the decimation that I see
But first I will take a sec to plant a seed
And say a prayer for better days while down here on my knee !
 Feb 2016 Pamela Penta
ryn
Lady night offers her generosity
as the stars twinkle in syncopation for me.
Shadow-clad silhouettes...
Their gaits mysterious.
The night lights trail into the depths of my eyes.
Burning away the seconds, so effortless.

The quietness...
Willing forth dishevelled reflections...
Of unkempt emotions.
Allowing a barrage...
Of thoughts and notions that span
over night and day.

So that they could...
Be conveyed through paper and screen.
So that I could...
Share with you what I intimately mean.
The unforgiving onslaught of ideas and feelings
I bravely conjured...
But too afraid to say.
­                                         I dream
                                                           ­                         of falling
                                                                  in love,      
                                                I've been.      
                                    trying.                 
          everyday,              
  Yet when                          
                  I finally                                                          ­        
  find                                                          ­                  
some                                          ­                                                
body,                                                           ­                                                     

I,        ­                                                                 ­                           

        
                 push.                                                            ­


                  Them.


                                                         ­                                  *Away
an all too universal sentiment
(If reading on an iPhone, it needs to be landscape or the shape messes up!)
For a heart of stone cannot bleed.
My wrath will go without heed.
And it needs to feed.
It will devour me.
 Feb 2016 Pamela Penta
brxken
I never wanted
to fall in love,
with anyone,
at all.

Because falling
means
I will get hurt.

And if I get hurt
I probably
will not survive.

n.e
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