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Get off my mind
I can't sleep at night
I've been staring into Space that reach as far as the constellations
only seeing you.

My imagination is playing tricks on me
running scene after scene of what could be.
Conscious or subconscious, your beauty
paralyzes whatever rationale part of my being is left.
We still have a long way to go...
*Please, don't leave
Your resume has spoken
And everybody cracked
under the pressure of holding it back
Because this right here is what you call
A cookbook
Where like-minded fools can read and understand.
Look,
Your history grade is historical
Critical thinking astronomical
I'm lol-ing right now over the joke you've grown up to be
Unable to understand any text hidden between the lines,
Your beauty hidden behind the vines.
Copyright borderline infringing, certain words not phrases
Th-th-the laughter. Its killing me!

Oh Dear Martha.....
HA HA HA Haaaaallelujah
Your face..... so stoic
Or maybe its my reflection bouncing of your heart
Ironic
that you even have one
Did you steal it? Or buy it?
Cuz the last time i checked the bank never had
Any money you kept because everything was spent
On time the-watcha-ma-call it-
Greatest Investment?
Withdraw from the process of creativity:
fixing and healing broken things that had nothing to do with your years
you can't have it all, that's the world of reality.

My oh my
I should've given an "F" a few doors ago (a long while it's been)
otherwise B. S. Relations wouldn't be so bad
not to mention the problem with your height:
You inability for growth
and be able to see from the other side.

Dear dear dearest Martha,
I'm sorry...
Please do accept this "letter of apology"
take this as your first lesson in the workplace,
(take it from me however you want it
I've been through the darkest and the brightest)

there's the door.

"Next!"
"Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different."

I can spoon-feed my perspective so others can see my point of view.
My heart, and mind thrown into a void
endlessly falling into some kind of abyss
An abyss of something beautiful
yet seemingly deadly.
Strange as it sounds
As I fall deeper and deeper into the void
I find myself more
Alive?
And I ask...
What is this peculiar state?
Why does it's existence throw me off my mind?
Really, I don't know!

It leaves my soul unrest!
It captures my mind!
like I've discovered the ultimate discovery of all time
It's a whole new level of enigma!

This void
This place
This THING
Has torn me into two pieces
A piece of me that is intrigued, and captivated
and a piece that is scared, and frustrated

How can I explain such mystery?
surely it can't be missed, but it's not as easy to understand.

It comes in many forms and it goes like it will never leave!

Surely, it has left me in some kind of disarray
but as I find myself
falling deeper, and deeper into it
I couldn't feel more alive,
and different.
(in a good way, i think)

But it's a unnatural fall
like the world has turned upside down.
Like I'm falling deeper into the clouds
rather than falling deeper into the ground.

It almost seems surreal
but it's not.

I may sound crazy...
but really...
I am crazy.

I'm crazy because I've found this thing
that's finally getting me to run
I'm crazy because I know it might end up a hard fall
but who knows?
it might be otherwise.
let me lay my palms
in that sunken space
between the contours of
your jawline and cheekbones.
let my fingers hide itself
within the secrets of
your jet black hair.
let me draw you close
and closer until
my face fits perfectly in the mold of yours.

it's alright to cry.
maybe your tears will wash the
doubts
hiding between your
lines and creases and the
fear
exuding from your pores.

let my eyes fathom
the depths of yours.
i am sure that hope and wonder
are just there sleeping beneath
and
until they awaken
and rise above the waters,
i will
look at you,
watch over you.
i will
embrace you
until your head
stills its throbbing,
until your skin
regains its glow and warmth
i will.
it's unfair that  i'm having the time of my life while you're always out there crying.
Tried and waited everyday for you to tell me
that you miss me
sitting outside the cold and breezy
land I obey when
you cast away
my servant-ship services
even though this is all I have to offer
Your Highness but
I do not complain
At all

Wanted to tell you the truth that I don't like this
but the fear inside me turns the letters to **** kiss
that your smile and comfort will reward me
in the afterlife
but
instead you will sometimes insist
then hiss and diss away to a land where
black ink on a paper is champion
over the living cells of the world
full of interstellar relation-
ships

Unfortunately gladly accepted
my fate
(****t)
but recently acquired
strength to fight it, not give crap
about the consequence of pain
the Future will surely
**give
I've started to
lower the strings down
to a minimum level
where the Bar touches fingertips
who push a certain way
that I may follow the direction
the Wind blows.

*Or I can lick my finger
and stick it up in the air
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