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Panda Boy Oct 2017
Here we are
It's late again
We talk too late
And lose the weekend
I pay the rent
You wash the dishes
This quiet life
Made of fulfilled wishes

What once was gone
May soon return
So that one day
We both can learn
How it feels to be broke
But that's all fine
When we heard God spoke
And had some wine

Night after night
Both soon lose their heads
So they take a break
And for once
Go to sleep instead
Till the sun rise and they wake

We enjoy ourselves
In good company
Yet somehow the nights
That we love
Don't seem as pretty
Like a food you loved
But started to hate
For you desired
To have more on your plate.

What now? they ask
Themselves and their past
What once was a dream
Now seems quite unclean
Then came an angel
Who told both to wait still
And recount their steps
On when they first met.
Panda Boy Oct 2017
We are together
Together we are immune
Immune to them
They are corrupted
And don’t understand.

Love is our weapon
A weapon that only we can choose
The choice of forgiveness
Forgive those who hate
Because they are corrupted
And don’t understand.

Each day we face hatred
Hatred that can be healed
Healed with love
Love that…
They don’t understand.
Panda Boy Oct 2017
I wonder what space will be like
A thousand miles from earth
No more hauntings of self hate
No more regretting my birth.

Cut my corners,
No more for me to say
Escape everything
No more having to get away
For my isolation
Is my location.
Eternal peace
Is what I seek,
So when they come
That's when I run
For noise makes me weak.

Now space is my space
My quiet place
No more misery to face.
Nothing but stars
And time to heal my scars
Even if fear strikes my soul
Little hopes of light
Glimmering freckles of stars
They help peace take it's toll.

The best part;
Where? When?
Irrelevant now
For I am absolutely
My possibility
To anything remotely
Is outside of bounds literally.
Panda Boy Oct 2017
At night,
The wood comes alive
With a light,
Embers burst like an angry bee hive.
Warmth we embrace
Whilst in a dark place
And the bonfire heat upon my face
Will make me cozy.
So I fall asleep
And as the sun will rise
Open my eyes
I'll remember our time
And weep.
Some things are special because they are rare.
Panda Boy Oct 2017
We discover our lost memories,
As we turn each page.
The cherry blossom blooms,
Yet are lost in a broken age.

It is not that I am dying,
But I still feel my existence,
Is quickly fading.
To me
And only me,
You are one in infinity.
It may not be true,
But as long as you are happy,
I will be.

O, how many days until we meet?
I listened to our song
All throughout spring,
Hoping one day
We both can sing.

I cannot afford much,
But I have searched.
It’s hard to have faith as a young man
And when I think of you,
I do the best I can.

I will send you pink roses.
I will write letters to you.
Just to let you know,
That my love is true.

I dream of a distant world,
That no one else knows.
There is nobody any where;
It’s my quiet place
Yet somehow…
You are there.

Nothing before that
Was ever the same.
Before I just thought
That love was a game.

When the sun goes down.
Light illuminates your hair into gold.
I will remember these moments
Even when we grow old.

It feels good to have no regrets,
Just before we die.
Now I won’t feel as bad
When we next say goodbye.
I'll read 'The Great Gatsby' over 'Lord of the Flies' any day.
Panda Boy Oct 2017
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Panda Boy Oct 2017
A well
Descending, descending.
My descent,
Darkness
Everywhere,
Madness
Every me.
One’s mind can be lost,
Non existent,
Floating in nothingness.

When reaching out
We fear
Something
Someone
May take us away,
Grasp our hand out of nowhere,
But take us where?
Take me from where?!
This really is a funny joke,
My life
Yes!
Oh dear!
Take me away from this dark place
That is my own mind and…

Plunge me into the oblivion;
Madness.
I do not deserve this corruption;
Madness?
What…
No,
Who am I missing?
Not her. For she is happy now.
Then myself?

I look up.
No light comes from the top
A well
With no rope or bucket
Is like insanity.
You can go in
But once you do
Escape is futile
The only way now is down.
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