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 Nov 2014 Phantom Byron Lorde
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I guess it never paid to be the son of a preacher
Sometimes the irony is just what murders me
Let's forget all the lies and the promises we're making
Well I guess this life is just ripe for the taking

So ******* is this how you show your god's love?
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, *******

I spent all my time apologizing for those little things
But lord I didn't know quite what the future would bring
If I come out swinging it's cause I don't know where I am
I never said I wasn't just a shell of a man

Is this your god's love?
So tell me where you learned this one

Screaming on the front steps like a bat outta hell
That traitor looked me in the eyes and tried to blame me, well
In this life it doesn't matter where your heart's at
as long as you don't come out smelling like a rat

And the sirens can wail
Shaking like the winter will never end
I can hear myself slam that door
Over and over again
That cold steel embrace never leaves
I wish they could make us wear our hearts on our sleeves

And then what would your scarlet letter be,
does it hurt enough to make you bleed?
well don't you worry your precious head boy
we can help you with that, ha ha!

Tell yourself you're not what you've become
just get going boy, don't think, just run
when you find yourself maybe it'll be enough
to account for the hell you brought with you

The sirens can wail
shaking like the winter will never end
I'll forever be slamming your stupid door
over and over again
And the cold steel you'll see
is as icy as ice can ever be

So wear your scarlet letter, wear it well
If you can forgive yourself only time can tell
I'll never be able to scour out these moments behind my eyes
brush off the names and judgement calls and start it all over again
The ghostess was his hostess
in that wood apple tree
she flirted and she caressed
he was tickled merrily!

In the moonlight fought a mock fight
her nails she dug on him
he hugged her with all might
her bony frame quite slim!

He was bolder as he told her
where had you been all life
wooed her in whisper
would have made you my wife!

Her eyes then smoked in pain
trembled her voice
there wasn't a you among the men
I had little choice!


Two hollow face loved breathless
kisses floated in thin air
lone night owl stood witness
to the two souls laid bare!
Can you hear me!?
Andy!?
Andy can you see me?!
Come on Andy!
Don't give up now!
Please don't give up. I love you, know that and please hang on. Please.....
*Lays my face in my hands*
 Nov 2014 Phantom Byron Lorde
LN
lips that split like the sea
uttering words that could save a nation
"what a beautiful voice she's got," you think
and you couldn't help but drown
 Nov 2014 Phantom Byron Lorde
LN
i have seen rivers branching out
in the same way trees flaunt their art by simply being
or veins curving visibly on our wrists
it's not every day that life reminds us of its efforts
to exist in poetry
it's not every day that i realize that falling in love isn't always about him
because nature was there before our encounter
because the way i found my reflection sparkling on the surface of water
is nothing like i could have imagined before
because some days the ocean's waves call me to return to my senses when no one else would
people can be poetry
people can be words
nature, however, has always been medicine
by looking at the sky you know limits can become myths
you see,
i've looked into people's beautiful eyes
but their souls were made of selfishness
while water, fire, air, and earth are divine
it's what we were before we knew that we are
we will return to them
nourishing our home, giving it skin
and breathing the life we own in its core.
just random observations
Another sweet dream stolen from me
        the morning bare no sympathy
           Each day i awake the same
      Not eager at all to play this game
          A happy face I'm told to wear
       I brush my teeth and comb my hair
       Longing to return to my paradise
  For Even just one last hour would be safice
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