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 Jan 2015 Peter Simon
Charlie
.
 Jan 2015 Peter Simon
Charlie
.
Never tell a friend
that you love her.
Don't tell her
that you loved her
from the start.
You should never
wish for what
cannot be 'cause
She'll always friendly
break your heart.
It's called "Period". Dedication goes out to you, 'cause you know who you are. I'm sorry bud, but sometimes life teases us with what seems to be perfect.
If I could rip my heart out I would've done it already
Put it in the blender and make it look like mushed spaghetti
Then throw it in the air like if it was confetti
Then walk out the house and say I'm ready
To live a life with no pain
No more love games
After all that nothing would ever be the same
I'd be heartless, careless
No more stressing out till I'm hairless
No more hoping that life was filled with fairness
I'd have life held by its reins
completely tamed
And there would be no one that could drive me insane
Playing life like a game
Perfectly passing everything, put the high score next to my name
I'd be as hot as the devil
But instead I'm stuck here in the same level
Eleven eleven.
The time I heard a raven.
As the flock flies away.
The paladin is to stay.
Milady in her slumber
Safe and sound in her quarter
I stand my ground
Until morning is found
Hastily comes the servant
He most certainly is arrogant.
My princess stays in place
Where I guard shield and mace.
Our ties and fates interlaced
I wait for milady's embrace
Ever felt like you wanted to protect some one?
As each day passes
My life crashes and burns to ashes
I wallow in my weakness
As I failed to become IDEAL
I go through this ordeal.

I step outside to feel the air
Cold, dead and crisp with a twist.

I tread on my barren path
As I walk for hours
I cringe in guilt
For the bad that I built

The love that I had
The love that has gone
The friendship I forged
Now rubble in my city.

I look to others to seek comfort
Nevertheless I cannot deny
I really wanted to die.

I leave their presence and make haste
Slowed down and remembered nothing matters if it goes to waste.

I sit inside the bus
Smoke and the touch of rust
I arrive at my station
And head to my destination.

Streets lit with an ample glow
My body aches in a sudden throw.

I see a place that I call home
I enter and feel alone.

I rest on the couch
And let myself slouch.

I start thinking the worth of everything
Now it is less than nothing.

I breakdown and knelt
God is this all I felt?

Nothing could be done.
Now I succumb
To the monster I've become.
I wrote this during my darkest days on a piece of crumpled paper
A rose is a rose
Just because it is a rose
Does not mean it's important
It is the time you spent on it
That made it so.
Time is an invaluable thing.
i love your heart,
i love it because
it dwells on beauty
and bravery and gold.
i love your heart,
because your heart
has learned to love
its brokenness.
i love your heart,
because your heart
looks beyond and
finds light in the dark places.
i love your heart,
because your heart
hasn't stopped loving,
because your heart
refuses to be disappointed
by what it finds in this world,
because your heart
hasn't given up,
because your heart
still believes in grace
in love, in kindness,
in wonder and light.
i love your heart because
it keeps beating.
i tried,
but now i know
that i
can't save you.
that i
can't make you
believe that you
are brave and
worthy and
lovely and
capable of
so much more.
i can't
make you
believe in my
words
but i can
write them
and i can
love you
and point you
to the Light
and to the Love
that
saved me.
i can't
save you
but i
can jump
and take
a leap of faith
and follow
freedom and
joy and redemption
and only hope
that you
will be brave enough
to follow me.
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