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my father was a *******
my mother, an angel

i heard his words
and cried with my brother

i listen to fights
and hid in the closet

my sister never spoke
and hung in the rafters

i cared too much
and showed too little

i am lost
i want mommie

but she flew so high
while father screamed below
Is it wrong to miss my friends of the dead
Though shadows of dread
And all in my head

Still skin I shed
For them I pled
Even though I've gotten ahead

My tears turned red
From my eyes they bled
Drips of crimson, watch it spread
And I have never been so depressed
As when my hope is not oppressed
Floating in the sky
Too **** high

The Magician comes packed
As torment sparks at contact
Unaware where my feet are at
I didn't mean to do that
I never mean to do this
its that feeling of lightening
crackling through your veins

a sense of urgency and restlessness
gritting teeth, jaw clamped shut

trying to stifle a scream, deep within
muscles flex, knuckles turn white

head in hands and hair in fingers
verging a threat to the roots clung tight

"you can't change or progress"
"locked away in the corners of your mind"
"no happiness or sadness"

stagnate and still
while rotting away
It was a quiet whisper among the trees
A beam of light through the leaves
The moon above smiles in bliss
The sweet smell of a stainful kiss

Swaying gently below the stars
Tired eyes sparkling with Mars
Night hums to her little nest
Dancing, softly in a drunkenness

You bat your eyes to keep awake
But your knees below begin to quake
One blink opens your heavy eyes
Darkness surrounds, hearing your cries

You foolish child, heart broken in two
For dreams never really do come true
And I loved you

Not for your hair, face, body, or talent
Nor for the mask you wore for the sinful world's malice
But because you were you and I was me
And the sun it shone so beautifully

Through the trees, on the flowers
We lie together through the hours
Whispering secrets, dreams, thoughts, and sadness
I would stay here if it drove me to madness

I'm sorry I left
But please don't go deaf
For I whisper though those trees:
"I will always be with thee"
For the forests that have less brush
The fog around these rush
Giving all dwellers its shadows
So they can come close and not be exposed
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